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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-4122833360512916779</id><published>2010-01-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T14:06:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Something is wrong.but i just can't point out whats wrong.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems so boring right now.&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like going to school.&lt;br /&gt;everyone at home seems so happy,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm all quiet spoiling their mood.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna stay home.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck life once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-4122833360512916779?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3862239808834127607</id><published>2010-01-11T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:30:16.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't hate you.i like you though.its just that you piss me off at times.&lt;br /&gt;We are like the same.hot tempered.so i should say its inevitable to have unhappy times eh?&lt;br /&gt;sorry if you're feeling down.i really did try but maybe i didn't like what you've said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3862239808834127607?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3862239808834127607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7197049125123480299</id><published>2010-01-09T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:01:04.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Haven't been blogging for quite long.comp was down.everything was down.crap.&lt;br /&gt;finally one project that's gonna be done soon.&lt;br /&gt;this project was really not that smooth.was fucking pissed doing it.especially on Thursday.but i managed to feel better after walking home in the rain.really felt much better eh.&lt;br /&gt;and val wrote me a letter.though it looks more like an essay,whatever.i liked it.i like receiving letters/notes from people.but i don't like writing them cause i suck at writing.if could write well,i'll write tons of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell,hope life's gonna get better.am going to church tomorrow.hope that God's gonna bless me for the presentation on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss everyone.especially ctwl and lcm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7197049125123480299?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7197049125123480299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7197049125123480299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7197049125123480299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7197049125123480299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2010/01/havent-been-blogging-for-quite-long.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-551942171850190718</id><published>2009-12-21T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:35:12.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this day sucks. A PILE OF DIRT DROPPED ON ME. I DROP MY LUNCH ON THE FKING FLOOR. KENNA CLAMP AT THE MRT STATION'S MACHINE AND WORST OF ALL,KENNA ELBOW BY A CRAZY MAN ON MY LIPS. SHIT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-551942171850190718?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/551942171850190718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=551942171850190718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/551942171850190718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/551942171850190718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-day-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6825414758519197472</id><published>2009-12-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T20:37:30.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Birthday wishes do come true. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone that wished me happy birthday.(:&lt;br /&gt;and pretties,thanks for your present. i'll open it at midnight tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's not much birthday mood this year. i think its all because of the term tests. and, i keep forgetting that its birthday day tomorrow. cause every year, i mean it. every year, birthday day falls on the dec holidays. but suay suay, now exam. don't have the "feew"(feeling). sian to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;power of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ∞.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;you're my wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6825414758519197472?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6825414758519197472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6825414758519197472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6825414758519197472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6825414758519197472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-wishes-do-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3781750345302710973</id><published>2009-11-28T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T22:33:33.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;fuck it.sometimes i really hate facebook.it tells me the things i don't wanna know.fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;you moved so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3781750345302710973?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3781750345302710973/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2124176032023447711</id><published>2009-11-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:47:29.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my sis told me about a story of being mind-fucked.which means that the person fucking your mind is actually playing with your thoughts,confusing you.&lt;br /&gt;i've been mind-fucked.i'm tangled up in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-2124176032023447711?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2124176032023447711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2124176032023447711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2124176032023447711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2124176032023447711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-sis-told-me-about-story-of-being.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7105241118706325936</id><published>2009-11-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:13:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its the last day.but nothing's gonna change still.everything seemed so nice today.but too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow.i still haven't done my work yet.gonna skip lecture tomorrow morning.no point in going since i'll be sleeping there.i might as well sleep at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna get busy on wed.wonder when will it end.hopefully end of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7105241118706325936?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7105241118706325936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7105241118706325936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7105241118706325936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7105241118706325936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1828478182344581710</id><published>2009-11-01T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:52:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1828478182344581710?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1828478182344581710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1828478182344581710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1828478182344581710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1828478182344581710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuck-life.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1764635082992791107</id><published>2009-10-19T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T01:46:06.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone thinks about life.but when i look back at my life,i laughed.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe that i actually said stupid things like,you go and sleep first...you sleep first then i sleep to a guy.WOW.reading the message history i had with this friend that i used to like,i found out how fucking irritating i was in the past.(maybe i'm still irritating,but in a different sense.)i would irritate him day and night.sounds like i'm haunting him.YES.i was as irritating as a idk what lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now,reading the msg history i feel like keeping a diary on what i'm doing right now in life.because i kinda believe that life would get more and more exciting.and also,i think its because i'm reading a book,and in the book the girl keeps a diary saying that it helps to keep track of life.i think its quite true.only thing is that,when you write it out,people will tend to invade your privacy and read your diary.i asked my mommy just now.she said if i had a diary,she might read it.ohwhatever.so i don't think i'll keep one?its not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next chalet.5days4nights.sounds cool.sounds like kaching too.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.school's starting alr.boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1764635082992791107?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1764635082992791107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1764635082992791107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1764635082992791107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1764635082992791107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-thinks-about-life.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5521625353943224954</id><published>2009-10-17T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:42:29.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It has ended.sadly.i don't want it to end.Why does it seems that way?&lt;br /&gt;but its all thanks to this chalet that i found out what you did previously.asshole.watch your fucking mouth.you behave like a nice person.but behind my back you put words into my mouth.shut the hell up.trouble maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still had fun during the chalet.seeing zhanyi and john's special cat-walk was like the highlight of the whole thing for me.didn't know that they were so talented.things that were said during the game were super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even after sleeping for such a long time,i still feel so sleepy.longest record for me,22hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more chalet?hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5521625353943224954?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5521625353943224954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;boring boring boring.i want to eat ljs and steamboat now.i want to take the flyer now.i want to watch gossip girl now.i want to watch The Stepfather now.i want to watch vampire diaries now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can do one thing now.and that is to eat ljs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our chalet's coming up.and i'm super excited.mahjong all day long.water bombs and more.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's starting.i wonder how's everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-38389922683924644?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/38389922683924644/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8051640822175209839</id><published>2009-09-13T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:22:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And,congrats to LCM.&lt;br /&gt;successfully passed one month.&lt;br /&gt;WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8051640822175209839?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8051640822175209839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I NEED A JOB.&lt;br /&gt;if not,i'll just continue rotting at home.i need ka-ching.for building fund and the upcoming chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still quite upset over the recent quarrel.life without him is like shirt without pants,coffee without sugar and pencil without paper.hope we could go back to the BFF times.&lt;br /&gt;every friend exist for a different purpose.it now feels like my laughing mate is gone.and so is my jokes inventory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bitter gourd time.i want my cotton candy time.&lt;br /&gt;i need a warm hand here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8139125832525933364?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1767624732352008729</id><published>2009-08-27T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:06:56.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life'a good.almost everything is good.exam is over.and i've finish watching gossip girl too.should have slow down my speed on watching.now i've got nothing to do.study for sub paper?hopefully not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda excited about this weekend,we'll be celebrating our church 10th anniversary.10th anni,its gonna big a big event.gotta dress up a lil,imagine on the 20th anniversary,and people take out the 10th anni's photos to see,and you look like crap.&lt;br /&gt;maybe my child in 10 years time will tell me,eee..mummy,why you dress like that?&lt;br /&gt;maybe my grandchild in 30 years time will tell me,AH ma,your hair was black and teeth was white,now,your hair is white,your teeth is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHAHH..don't want to think about it.tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh mind.what matters in now.went out with a bunch of crazy girl&amp;boy friends last fri.had so much fun.took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best group photo taken ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;current=5376_1199206506482_1418114429_56327.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/5376_1199206506482_1418114429_56327.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;current=xueli.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/xueli.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch lots of movies...coco chanel,final destination,time traveler's wife..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1767624732352008729?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1767624732352008729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1767624732352008729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1767624732352008729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1767624732352008729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifea-good.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-743999283391544936</id><published>2009-08-10T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:00:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a thousand things to say.it feels crappy when you know what you want to say but don't know how to phrase it out.guess i'm not a good writer.oh,its a confirm not a good writer.whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to say is that i suddenly miss my old friends.i mean old as in not that we old or what.as in the past group.though we've all gone separate ways,i really hope we'll meet up someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A FRIEND...&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,i think she's avoiding me.because she thinks that i'm looking for her to get back the money she owes me.but i'm looking her up its because i really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,who treats me hot and cold.not that i'm in love with him or what.because we're always been close together,suddenly it feel like the great wall of china has been placed in between us.i miss him too.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,i've neglected her.i'm really sorry for that.no buts.no excuses.she tells me of her new found love,i just ignore her like mahjong tiles hitting against the table downstairs as i type.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,she is silly,does silly things and talks silly things.i call her silliness plain stupid.at times,i would even be so mean to the extend that i'll call her fresh brain.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,he always brings us out to have good food at good places.i wonder,when will it be my turn to bring him around.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,she's always thinking about guys.teaching me right and wrong.which is mr right and mr wrong.i miss our sightseeing days.where we would just sit at a corner and observe people.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,often i ask her to breakup with her boyfriend because he talks crap.i mean real crap.i'm like a control freak.just like her boyfriend.i don't wish to be like him.i just hope that she sees the light someday.&lt;br /&gt;i have a friend,i talk behind her back,in front of her,and beside her.i talk badly of her to her.she told me things,i told her nothing.i leaked some out when i was not on good terms with her.i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you even though i scold you,neglect you,forget abt you once in a while,leak out your something-like-a-secret secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-743999283391544936?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-912077954077424577</id><published>2009-08-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:24:04.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life's been wonderful.Kinda never knew that life could be so fun.Loving everyday of my life.Just that sometimes in life,there will always be some people to spoil your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to F.O.P(FESTIVAL OF PRAISE) on friday night.It was totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;S.T.O.P&lt;br /&gt;Specify your worries&lt;br /&gt;Take action on your worries&lt;br /&gt;Offer up a prayer to God&lt;br /&gt;Place your trust in God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always worry worry and worry.Be joyful instead of worry-ful.Life's short.Live a joyful life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-912077954077424577?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/912077954077424577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=912077954077424577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/912077954077424577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/912077954077424577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifes-been-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-675536266260268368</id><published>2009-07-08T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:24:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=superstar.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/superstar.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-675536266260268368?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5518342482362886964</id><published>2009-07-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:05:05.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I think I'm pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;HAha.jokking.nah.its just that i keep on eating and eating.just one hour after dinner last night i was asking my dad for food.after eating,one hour later again,i hunt for food again.just now,after eating sweet potatoes,i ate fried prawn noodles.i feel so fat now.:((((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;last night was crap.i thought that i had training,but turned out to be a false alarm.scare the shit out of me.imagine missing the first fashion training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week's gonna be so fun.although not as fun as last week.but i'll still love this week.if possible,i'll love everyday.i use the term if,because sometimes its hard to love your day when you have loads of homework and an idiotic project on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that the little outing this sunday would be successful.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5518342482362886964?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5518342482362886964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5518342482362886964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5518342482362886964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5518342482362886964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-think-im-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1172722389111293757</id><published>2009-07-01T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:23:10.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has been rather sweet recently. Lots of activities going on. There was one particular night when we all went out for supper together, jh took a photo of me. Although it was a random shot I just can't help but keep admiring it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/PCUSER%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5029_106084417704_637427704_2139983.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/5029_106084417704_637427704_2139983.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yes. Photoshop was involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1172722389111293757?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1172722389111293757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1172722389111293757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1172722389111293757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1172722389111293757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-has-been-rather-sweet-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3876944683539177784</id><published>2009-06-21T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:01:54.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=58185785"&gt;THE TWILIGHT SAGA: NEW MOON trailer in HD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58185785,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=58185785,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Makes me feel like reading the book again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3876944683539177784?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3876944683539177784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3876944683539177784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3876944683539177784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3876944683539177784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/06/twilight-saga-new-moon-trailer-in-hd.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8881402244811292371</id><published>2009-06-21T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:02:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can say that I've really enjoyed this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the first week working and second week at camp.&lt;br /&gt;During the camp I got to know many new friends and interesting people. Although it is called a camp, its not a camp. Its super slack. Now, this is the type of camp that I like. I managed to take only a few photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 551px; height: 413px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4121.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 550px; height: 412px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4122.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEPING SHREK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 549px; height: 411px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4123.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4124.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 547px; height: 410px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4124.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pillow that was stolen from dickson hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 546px; height: 409px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4126.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show me how the ghost she saw last night looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4127.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 545px; height: 408px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4127.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4128.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 402px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4131.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?She's trying to dry her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 398px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4132.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using the aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4133.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 534px; height: 399px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4133.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG4134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 535px; height: 401px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG4134.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration for 4D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8881402244811292371?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8881402244811292371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8881402244811292371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8881402244811292371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8881402244811292371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-say-that-ive-really-enjoyed-this.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-503809853933752911</id><published>2009-05-29T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T04:11:39.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RE-BUS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. On this assignment only. Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work hard on the other assignments. 10% flying away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh mind. I get full 90%. Try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm counting down every single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-503809853933752911?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/503809853933752911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=503809853933752911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/503809853933752911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/503809853933752911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/05/re-bus-is-driving-me-crazy-i-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6804330760781435857</id><published>2009-05-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:54:43.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a friend named star star. She is evil, bad and everything negative. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's getting better and better these days. I'm loving my new friends more and more each day. And missing my friends more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa this Saturday with girlfriends. :) Do a little bit of tanning. I have two colors on my leg. After that its REDRAIN. red rain. Not re drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But exams are coming soon. No FEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he said that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6804330760781435857?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6804330760781435857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6804330760781435857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6804330760781435857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6804330760781435857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-friend-named-star-star.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5818714877348899922</id><published>2009-05-12T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:18:24.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've started school for almost a month already. My classmates are fun. Lessons are alright too. But not enough for me. Huili doesn't like things to be just alright. She likes them to be WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life's been rather good so far. But not really my personal life. Friends. I miss allllllll my girlfriends. Haven't seen them in a while. Although I managed to see XL(we went to watch a movie yesterday.X-MEN origins: Wolverine. Nice show. Love Wolverine's blades. Wish I had them too. So I can slash anyone I don't like. The police will never be able to find the murder weapon.) walked around TM after that and saw her cousin. She keeps on promoting her cousin. YAYAya. WhAtEver. Walked over to Tamp1 and bought a $4 milk tea. Ouch. That hurts my pocket. Went home after that to have Belated Mother's Day dinner. Steamboat. Almost went jogging with XL and KS. But didn't have any sport shoes. Wait till I buy then we go jogging together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late for school today. And I forgot about having a Math quiz today. If I had known better I would have rushed to school. But its okay. I don't think I'll fail this quiz. It was quite easy. But I was disturbed by my friend's psp during the test. She didn't switch off her psp during the quiz and left her earpiece on her bag. Wahlau eh. Can hear music coming out of her earpiece. Throughout the whole quiz I was so irritated, thinking who was that idiot that on music during a quiz. But not her fault, people born blur also cannot blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REBUS quiz tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to be a real estate agent in future. Like can earn a lot of money.  I'll consider. The price to pay is to listen attentively during lecture and tutorial and not fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you huili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5818714877348899922?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5818714877348899922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5818714877348899922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5818714877348899922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5818714877348899922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-started-school-for-almost-month.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7442057449812804581</id><published>2009-04-24T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:02:17.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes.. I'm rather depressed these few days. I miss all my friends. I miss  my Xueli. I miss my Chingmei. I miss my Jingchee. I miss my Michelle. I miss my Nana. I don't really miss my Cheryltwl. (Been seeing her for a few days already.) Don't really miss my Feifei(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shy boy&lt;/span&gt;) also, just saw him yesterday too. Going to meet him later on. To see a doc. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The depression that I'm going through mentally, it has been spread to me physically. More pimples.(I already have them, that's why I say more.) They were healing, then suddenly it just worsen. Damn. Hate pimples. God, why was pimples created?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding on to my depression, the warm weather has increased the hotness of my temper.. hot hot hot-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I think I'm gonna find a job. Yes. My school timetable allows me to do so. So, why not? But I'm not working on Sats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, I'm a lesbian. Joking. I love males. Not females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why I'm like that. Because since sec school, I've always had my Xueli by my side. Now she's gone... Guess I'm not used to it. Its like a pretty little girl(me) without her mother(xueli). And, now no more Meimei already. She's gone too... Nobody to argue with me. Sad. My Feifei also went missing. He's gone with the tornado.(can't be a normal gust of wind, not strong enough to lift him up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm seeing my Xueli tomorrow. I feel like meeting Chingmei on Sun. (:&lt;br /&gt;FDM rocks. But the subjects sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7442057449812804581?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7442057449812804581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7442057449812804581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7442057449812804581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7442057449812804581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7433247875190689192</id><published>2009-04-16T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:14:54.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Went for the orientation yesterday. I think its rather fun with all the dance and so on. Too hyper and ended up injuring my knee. I like my classmates, some. Got to know this girl, called Xin ying. I got her name wrongly at first but thank goodness she corrected me. I think we're a little alike. Both sacarstic in some ways and super hyper. Feel so bad for ps-ing her today. Knee hurt badly last night. Never mind. Shall go back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that I'll be able to leave early for the orientation. Cause I'll be having dinner with the girls. :) At Changi village. Jc said that she's afraid of going there because of the high population of Ah guas. Yah. They're rather scary the way they look at you and the males. I remembered once when I held my birthday at Changi Aloha and walked to Changi Village to see Ah gua( I've never seen them before.) Went there in a group and felt rather tired after a long walk so I slowed down my pace and walked beside Hubert. Suddenly we saw an Ah gua. Rather frightning. Then the Ah gua like keep looking at me. So scary. After a while, I realised that He/She was looking at Hubert.. You know.. I don't care. I still want to go CV and eat, they only come out aroud 3-4 am. We won't be seeing them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Cm and Jc on Tuesday afternoon to VivoCity. Walked around and saw Shermaine at F21. I believe that she's stalking me. I'm always see her when I go out.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines 1 with Quek and Hubert on Tuesday night.. Not as big as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some guy from TP just called me. He sounds like Garrett. So weird. That guy said "see you tomorrow." I replied "see you." After that I was thinking, ERM...I DON'T KNOW HOW HE LOOKS LIKE. AND WHO IS HE? Forget it. Gotta apply for leave tomorrow. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7433247875190689192?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7433247875190689192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7433247875190689192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7433247875190689192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7433247875190689192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-for-orientation-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5753887979404955977</id><published>2009-04-09T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:51:45.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Went out with the girls today.&lt;br /&gt;In general, we went to Bugis. It has been a long time since I went there. Went to Haji Lane. Shit. "HOUSE OF JAPAN" is gone. I think gone for good. Ignoring that, we walked down the beautiful lane. Hoping to find something nice and CHEAP. Because you usually don't find Cheap stuffs in Haji Lane. The things are nice, beautiful and EXPENSIVE. Finally, we found a shop that has nice stuffs and at a rather reasonable price, ranging from $20 to $50? Yes. Cheap. Walked across to another shop. And the smell of love was in the air. The world's most wonderful pair of shoes was right in front of me. I simply fell in love with it. Dang. $80. I think I'll love it for life, so I don't mind buying. But Xl and Cm thinks that its not really worth it. Plus, they don't have my size. But its beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose between Edward Cullen and that pair of shoes, I'll still choose Edward, then get him to buy them for me. Then ask him to change me into a vampire, I'll shrink then I can fit into size 36. Yes. But its impossible. I can continue dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impossible to get that pair from other places too. Why? The shoes were designed by the shop owner's friend. She's a Thai. Maybe I can try finding it in Thailand. Dream on. Maybe I can ask that owner to somehow get the manufacturing started again. Argh! Forget it. Even if I get it, my mom would object us being together. Guess its fated. We're not meant to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt today, it SUCKS not being able to get what you want. Actually I knew that long ago. Not only today, I always NOT get what I want. Hopefully I'll get the hair color I want tomorrow. Going for hair(little) makeover tomorrow, later I mean, with Cheryl. All the way to Boon Lay. Good to travel around, Singapore. Know more about my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going into the state of Depression soon. Everything is so depressing. MONEY. My bank account is getting more and more depressed. Each time I bring home something new, eg. a new bag or clothes, my sis(s) will chant: "You're being a burden to the family. Stop spending money. Go and find a job, support yourself. Once you get into poly you'll know why I ask you to find a job. Everyone in poly is brand-conscious." I'll most probably be influence. Although I'm denying it, just let me live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Twilight's poster on sale today. Wanted to get it, but stopped myself from getting it. Why? Athough Robert Pattinson was printed the biggest on the poster, it's still a piece of paper worth $10. Times 8 I could have gotten the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. Overall, today was great. Minus the money part and shoes. Today's harvest was a pair of cute earrings. Love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think I have attitude problem(don't tell me how bad it is.) Yes. Everyone has it. But mine is I don't know. I've been quarreling with my friend(s) recently. They might find it fun in some way, but I find it sucky. I can't seem to hold whatever negative comments back. They just blurt out of my mouth as an when they want to. Sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to another you, I've never regretted being a bitch to you. For all the things you did to us, I guess I'll only tell you that you suck. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming petty, hot-tempered, overly-sensitive. My vocab sucks too.&lt;br /&gt;Everything became so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5753887979404955977?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5753887979404955977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5753887979404955977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5753887979404955977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5753887979404955977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-out-with-girls-today.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2805216554634680235</id><published>2009-04-07T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:11:25.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like cutting my hair. Short. Very short. Should I? Like the girl in america's next top model. Samantha.&lt;br /&gt;I saw her photo on Pam's blog too. Here's how she looks with the bob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cw-antm11-samantha-container_016462.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 278px; height: 416px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/cw-antm11-samantha-container_016462.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cw-antm11-samantha-container_016-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 350px;" src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/cw-antm11-samantha-container_016-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? But I'm an Asian. She's a Caucasian. She has sharp features. And she's pretty. So I don't think I'll look good with a edgy bob even she does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-2805216554634680235?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2805216554634680235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2805216554634680235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2805216554634680235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2805216554634680235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-cutting-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3551493771420914724</id><published>2009-04-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:26:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!! I’m back. Back from the chalet of the semester and to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Why I say semester? Because I want more chalet with them!! Love them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 1st day:&lt;br /&gt;I woke up(at home) in the early afternoon. Waiting for someone to call me to meet up.(as in not someone that kind of someone. I mean a random someone.) Then finally. It vibrated. My phone.(what were you thinking?) We were to meet up at Jervyn's house. Thank goodness Ah hai's dad fetched me to Jervyn's house if not I would have melt under the hot sun. Arrived there but met up with Feifei, Zhanyi and Behbah downstairs first. Went up together with them. Waited for the rest to come, while some packed the food, one played DOTA and the rest watched. Whereas me and Ah hai watched in silence. Finally, we set off. Underage. Can't check-in. So we waited for Wang's parents to come. Checked-in and went hunting for the unit. It was rather boring in the beginning. But when night came, the activities started. First up, was true or dare. I think the worst dare was Zhanyi having to rub his finger in between Behbah's toe. EEW. Guys kissed. Next we went out of the chalet, but found nothing do as Kbox-ing was to expensive and nothing else was left to do as it was midnight already. So we walked back to the chalet. Randomly, someone came up with the idea to start the barbecue. In the middle of the night. Never mind. Not enough food? Buy more lor. So some when bbq-ing and some stayed in the room to sleep. I was rather tired. But who goes to a chalet only to sleep? When some peeps fell asleep, some of us went to the swamp near by. Oh my. It was dark. At first I was super scared, due to Wang's speech to me telling me how scary and dark it was at the swamp. But I just couldn't fall asleep so I just followed. It was around 3 am at that time. Pitch-dark and complete silence. The sound of our footsteps was the only thing heard. Damn. It really was scary. Feifei say don’t walk in front. Not because he was scared or what, but there were many spider webs. Jonas took the lead. Played with shadows all the way. We finally head out of the swamp and saw light. From the lamp posts of course. Then? UFO arh? Walked around &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Pasir&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ris&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; trying to find the maze and the playground. We walked almost to the end of the park and realized that the maze and playground had been demolished. So we headed back to the chalet after an hour of walk in the park. Back at the chalet almost all fell asleep. Leaving only me, Feifei, Zhanyi, Samson and Ren. Talking was all we did at the beginning. It started to bore us out. So, what do you do when you're bored? SABOTAGE people of course. At first we only played with those awake, like attempting to burn Zy's hair and Ren's leg hair(which accidentally succeeded.) Being good kids and good citizens of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we decided to stop playing with fire and moved on to facial foam. Half naked junior was our target. Zy being the guy with the longest arms and legs awake then(The other guy is Jonas.) squeezed a worm sized amount of cream onto junior's tummy. No reaction. So we moved on to Sam. We felt hungry, so we toasted his feet with a little lighter, No reaction. We shift the fire directly to touch his feet, still No reaction. First heat, next coldness. Feifei put a cube of ice on Sam's ear, finally he woke up. Next target was the one with the loudest snore. Edmund aka Ji meng. Somehow, we interpret his snores as " I am thirsty". So we kindly poured water into his mouth. (: Back to junior again. More facial foam on his body. But this time it was done by Feifei. At last, a reaction from him. He woke up with a mouthful of colorful language and started scolding whoever that did that to him. But it felt like he was talking to himself as he woke up, the 5 of us quickly lay down to pretend to be asleep. Then Feifei suddenly woke up(act) and walked to the toilet.(giggling non stop.) Our night ended when we fell asleep and the next shift of people woke up, making space for us to sleep. I woke up suddenly when I almost fall of the bed. Turning to my right side, I faced something disgusting. Eew. Vyn's butt. turned back to my original position to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Slept until everyone woke up and started making a lot of noise. Actually it was due to Zy taking a water gun and spraying it at whoever that didn't want to wake up. Everyone took turns to bathe and they went out for brunch. While me and Ah hai packed the room and waited for our food to come. Time passed quickly and we went to Zhang's house to get the things while some went to get the stingray. The official barbecue started. Then Jingchee came!! Missed her like siao. Haven't seen her for months. Then came Elaine and Jiaen. Then Nana and Jeremy. Then came Michelle. Played lots of games and lots scissors, paper, stone. But time passes quickly when we're happy. Quarrels started, people left. But still, the show must go on. One by one we fell asleep and someone that was sleeping beside me suddenly fart. Finally some left and there was space for me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home and fell asleep at around 1.30 and woke up around 7.30. Met up with Feifei for dinner and went back home. Talked to him on the phone while watching Finale Destination 3. He went to bed after the show ended. I still couldn't sleep. Talked to Kappa on the phone until 4.45am and she went to bed. I lay awake on my bed waiting for sleep to come. Counting down to the time when he comes. I fell asleep and woke up at 1 to empty my bladder and then went back to sleep all the way until 4.30pm. Ate my brunch at tea break time and walked around the house doing nothing. Come to think of it, I think I wasted my time today at home doing nothing. Never mind. At least I'm blogging now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, I really love my brothers and sisters. I hope that our relationship can last.&lt;br /&gt;An article in the newspaper shocked me that day. When I read about a 23 year old guy killing his younger sisters, aged 5 and 15. I think. He almost killed another of his sister, aged 9, when a police officer shot him dead. The 5 year old little girl was being dissipated by her brother when a police officer opened the kitchen door.&lt;br /&gt;Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully none of this would happen to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them. :)Love him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3551493771420914724?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3551493771420914724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3551493771420914724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3551493771420914724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3551493771420914724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-i-back.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-94635123894532333</id><published>2009-04-03T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:43:59.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I've just received bad news. Bad news to me only. But I shall look on the brighter side. All I have to do is wait. WAIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Life's been so far so good. No disaster has befall me yet. Yet. Spent my morning sleeping and waking up suddenly by a message thinking that it was him. Too bad.&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; Went back to sleep after that. But I think my afternoon was rather fun. Found some antiques in my cupboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy: I think I'm going to pack the cupboard later. 3 daughters, 3 times more clothes. I can't leave them on the chair anymore. Haiyo, your cupboard also not enough space..(started packing.)&lt;br /&gt;huili: wah...very dusty leh.(start to sneeze.)&lt;br /&gt;mommy: lili ah! You see this one.(takes out a baptism cert.)&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my grandma's cert, 1933. Then, mommy continued packing.&lt;br /&gt;mommy: Aiyo! What is this paper? So crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;huili: let me see.. WAH! mommy! this cert is ah ma's mother's baptism cert leh. You see!&lt;br /&gt;mommy: No lah. Anyhow say. I see. Eh, I think is leh.&lt;br /&gt;Written on my grandma's cert was her mother's name, Edith. On the even older cert the person being baptise was named Edith. Dated: 22nd DEC 1909.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky. Something 100 years old was in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I like the name Edith. Maybe I'll name my daughter Edith next time. :)&lt;br /&gt;Love this name. Edith. Maybe when I baptise in future I'll choose the name Edith and Theresa.&lt;br /&gt;Edith-my great grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Theresa-my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Gracy-my mama.&lt;br /&gt;huili-hahahahaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-94635123894532333?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/94635123894532333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=94635123894532333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/94635123894532333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/94635123894532333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-just-received-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3014262926749314664</id><published>2009-04-01T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:57:54.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"My boyfriend" was not an april fool's joke. Happy April's Fool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3014262926749314664?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3014262926749314664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3014262926749314664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3014262926749314664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3014262926749314664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-boyfriend-was-not-april-fools-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3508009349611190368</id><published>2009-04-01T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:56:39.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chace.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/chace.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BOYFRIEND!!!HOT RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3508009349611190368?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3508009349611190368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3508009349611190368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3508009349611190368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3508009349611190368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-boyfriendhot-right.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-530425285914987853</id><published>2009-03-31T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:40:17.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;HI BLOGGIE!!!MOMMY's BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to say is that, a thousand things happened. That's not a lot. But firstly, TAN JING CHEE is like the cutest person I've ever known. Plus, I miss her. It has been months seen I've seen her. She said: people's face got change. My dear, you are so cute. I went for plastic surgery during these few months. I went to Alex Tan. You know him? The bus driver and the sleep and die thing is also so cute. Oh my goodness. I mean it. YOU ARE SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I ain't a lesbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him! Him who. Him him lor. Who him. Him lah! STupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me name some of the things that happened recently,&lt;br /&gt;first up: outing with ah mei and ah hai. photos?coming up. I just thought of something, maybe I can call ah mei, claire bear? Just like how Blair Waldolf's father calls her Blair bear. sounds alike.&lt;br /&gt;next: CG outing. Cycling till our arses hurt. I mean it. OUR. WE. EVERYONE. mann...try cycling for 2 hours. Resting for only 5 mins? Aaw! damn..it hurts like wowowwow!!&lt;br /&gt;today: lil shopping trip with my BFFssssssssss. Almost screamed my head off at ah hai. This one don't one that one don't want. Wear t-shirt and FBT can already lah. Oooo, and today so suay...keep seeing that "preetty pig" shermaine(told you I was bitching about you.) I saw her at tamp inter then she said she was going to BUGIS??? The next thing that happened was that I realised someone stalking us. SHERMAINE AGAIN. GAHHH...stalker together with her brand of green tea, Jasmine. Pretending to be looking at clothes but actually spying on every single one of my moves. HAIYO!!! never mind. Shall forgive her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot weather.nice pants?try searching your mom's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.my teeth is dirty.you are not dreaming.milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/7.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bimbo?somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/9.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=15.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/15.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try walking all day.the result is?tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CG OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3716.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3716.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3723.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3723.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3724.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3724.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sand castle.my house will definitely be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3725.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3725.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sand castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3727.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3727.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know the story of princess and the pea?the princess knocked on the castle door.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3729.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODZILLA!!!RAWR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3730.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part of e6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3731.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3731.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can build a bigger one.hmm..joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3732.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3732.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE are slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3733.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3733.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that I'm tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3734.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE???SHE LOVES ME.KAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3735.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3735.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLDCHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3736.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3737.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3737.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3738.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3739.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah hai,smile what?not taking you lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3740.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3740.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's that short girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3741.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's that babe??:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3742.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see?i look tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3744.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rolling down the slope!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3745.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3745.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3746.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3746.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walked away after slapping me.joking.random pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3748.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3748.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3749.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3749.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is garrett.we're all models.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/?action=view&amp;amp;current=CIMG3750.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm1/siahuili_92/CIMG3750.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cycled to the airport leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back quickly kay??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-530425285914987853?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/530425285914987853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=530425285914987853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/530425285914987853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/530425285914987853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi-bloggiemommys-back-what-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7321099904823204907</id><published>2008-12-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T00:49:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;To peng peng: I'M WORKING FOR GOODNESS SAKE. How can I keep blogging when I reach home at around 12 and then am dead beat? Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm working now. Love some people at work. But dislike some. Dislike those that treat me negatively. Worked that since the 12 of Dec. I've been working for 8 days. Accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I'm gaining 2 kg everyday. I need to go on a diet. I'm fat.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to London weight management and New york skins solution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dresses. I love Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7321099904823204907?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7321099904823204907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7321099904823204907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7321099904823204907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7321099904823204907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-peng-peng-im-working-for-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2698134929605974893</id><published>2008-12-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:45:43.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my mundane life. Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh my. I'm not reacting the way I'm supposed to be. I should be jumping up and down due to excitement BUT, I'm not. First time. Maybe its due to the O-levels. Post-exam depression. I don't think so. Erm, pre-twilight depression? Depression or not, I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church just now. They're just so nice. Sang me my very first birthday song. Gave me my first card and present. And cake. I love them. Love their messages. Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the hospital next with xueli to visit her dad. Woah. He does not sound a little bit like a patient by the way he and xueli argued each other. Glad that he's alright.(: Funny to watch them squabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and started reading Breaking Dawn again. I'm still not sick of it. Maybe in time to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-2698134929605974893?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2698134929605974893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2698134929605974893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2698134929605974893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2698134929605974893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-and-my-mundane-life-yay.html' title='me and my mundane life. Yay!'/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5246487789314533619</id><published>2008-12-04T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:43:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;TWILIGHT COUNTDOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt; DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5246487789314533619?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5246487789314533619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5246487789314533619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5246487789314533619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5246487789314533619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-countdown-14-days.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3648558971865538140</id><published>2008-12-04T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:41:34.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>twilight teaser trailer 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTiaKvXqOtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTiaKvXqOtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twilight teaser trailer 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tQk8pKnnVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tQk8pKnnVY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twilight official trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k1GbukZnl1Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more excited about this than my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!TWILIGHT IS COMING!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3648558971865538140?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3648558971865538140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3648558971865538140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3648558971865538140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3648558971865538140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight-teaser-trailer-1-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6228883238735475447</id><published>2008-12-04T02:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:21:22.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Hi. I'm back?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;What can I write about?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. My birthday is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;Soon.&lt;br /&gt;In few days time.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the first time that I'm not that excited when my birthday is coming. But with the thought that being 16 is better than being 15. Why? I've heard many people saying that S'pore is rating Twilight The Movie as NC16. So, thank God that I'll be 16 by then. It may seem dumb that its only because of Twilight that I am a little excited for my birthday but, who cares.:)&lt;br /&gt;Its after the big Os. But I'm still feeling stressed. Dang it. Guess it must be due to things of the world. Money.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I used to wish that my birthday would be earlier so that I could have start work long ago, and people won't be able to ask me "eh, not working ar?" Hey hey, this is a taboo until I start working. So stop asking me this okay?&lt;br /&gt;Done for this post. It sure is boring. But what can I do? Its a little boring in life now. I mean I'm always at home and that there's nothing much going on around me. I'm not emoing or feeling suicidal. I will never be. Cause I'm still a Child of God.&lt;br /&gt;End of post. This post is like a pimple. Being squeezed out and disgusting altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. I miss all my school friends. Too many to name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6228883238735475447?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6228883238735475447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6228883238735475447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6228883238735475447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6228883238735475447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5977593084539844175</id><published>2008-09-05T14:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:31:54.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hi everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to tell you guys that I'm blogging. And this is a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is to tell you that I'll be really blogging after my o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5977593084539844175?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5977593084539844175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5977593084539844175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5977593084539844175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5977593084539844175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3738719011627358410</id><published>2008-07-20T22:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:50:52.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Here we go.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel good. Thats why I back to blogging. Everything happened so quickly. And Academic Excellence week is over... Never mind. There's more to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It was a wonderful week. Because many Junyuan students came!!! REVIVAL!!! Well the happiest thing was that when I said Hi to Jervyn he replied. Praise God! God creates miracles!!! Jonas and Junior came too. And many others. I was so happy that they all came. And especially on Sat. I was blown away by Pastor How's sermon and the smiles on my friends faces. I felt so happy, relieved that Shermaine, Jasmine, Jervyn and Jonas were having a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love the time spent in church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My teacher is taking my time away on Thurs, which means that I can't go for prayer meeting on Thurs. This Fri, there would be a dental appointment at NDC with my friendly dentist. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And I was so sad yesterday too. I know I'm very weird. Being so happy and so sad on the same day. Firstly, Chingmei didn't join us. Then the biggest stone hit me. Huipeng told me that she couldn't make it. When I received that message I can't stop my eyes from becoming red. It was total disappointment. Because she was the first person that I asked to AE. She was the first person to tell me that she was going. And the first time that God spoke to me was Huipeng's name. She was the first person that I prayed for all this while. Even though this time it was hard on me, I'm not going to give up. Because giving up would mean that I'm saying Hi to the devil a.k.a LOSER. And some more, after encouragement from Jem and Garrett, I feel like I'm powered up to run again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I realised that I've grown. But I didn't know that me and Xueli have grown so much. We're like tau gay or bamboos, growing so fast. But this walk with God will never end. And I hope that it never ends. Because its just so nice to have God by my side. I love God, I love God's family, I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm sick. My nose is dropping.&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/1303964936173894315-3738719011627358410?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3738719011627358410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3738719011627358410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3738719011627358410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3738719011627358410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-good.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3462781611708293413</id><published>2008-06-25T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:25:00.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hi. I love my life now. Seriously, I mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I enjoy going to Church every now and then. I enjoy hanging out with my sisters. I enjoy talking to ChingMei and Deborah. I enjoy talking to my friends in class. I love my adorable Maths teacher. And I miss my form-teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Okay...Something really embarassing happened in class today. I was like telling my Maths teacher that her lips was so glossy making it so kissable. Then the both of us were like putting our lips. Then when she walked away I was still on on making my lips. Well, the direction that I was facing was him. So when he turned he caught me putting my lips facing him. So...if I'm not wrong he will probably think that I was kissing him in the air. Oh my Gosh. So we had Chemistry Mock Exam at the end of the day. And, once again, I didn't study. And, once again, I know I will fail. Why??? Because while everybody was still half way through doing the paper I was fast asleep. Never mind. Even if I fail I deserve it. And I also want to say is that I love my Physics teacher too. He's very caring. Because I was like falling asleep during his lesson, he didn't scold me, in fact he talked to me nicely. What a nice teacher. I love his attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went home with ChingMei. Then found out that the flooring of my corridor was cement? So I had to walk on boards to get to my house. Was quite fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SGI360p5ztI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WxcrsZFTa8Y/s1600-h/25062008.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215792802154794706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SGI360p5ztI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WxcrsZFTa8Y/s320/25062008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My dad is a great cook. It tastes great. Thanks to the hair found in the dish.&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/1303964936173894315-3462781611708293413?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3462781611708293413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3462781611708293413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3462781611708293413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3462781611708293413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SGI360p5ztI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WxcrsZFTa8Y/s72-c/25062008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-4133675703671102271</id><published>2008-06-22T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:00:06.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shit. I just remember that my mom and dad is going to JB this sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-4133675703671102271?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/4133675703671102271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=4133675703671102271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4133675703671102271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4133675703671102271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-831089475060834387</id><published>2008-06-22T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:00:29.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;School's starting tomorrow. The word "sian" wants to come out just by hearing or seeing this. But I'm happy that we can bring revival to soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun this week. Because I dwelled in the place of God. And had fun with God's people. Its just so nice to hang out with everyone of them. Seeing them smile, you'll feel happy. Everyone at church is just so true to one another and not hiding behind masks. Church is where I really feel that LOVE IS IN THE AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was joking at church yesterday after service. First time I felt "sadness" in church. Someone said I look like I'm 25. Another said I look like his mother.{-_-"} Whatever. I'm young at heart. And I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life now. Guess I have to thank Zhang and Michelle for all that I have right now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save my family. Save mom, dad and chenchen. Because I love them. I want them to be in God's love. REVIVAL TO MY FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!!! I'm hoping that my mom would come to church this saturday.(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-831089475060834387?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/831089475060834387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=831089475060834387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/831089475060834387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/831089475060834387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-starting-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6148647370417653297</id><published>2008-06-16T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:57:32.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Firstly, Happy birthday Sam! My sister. I got you a present. I'll give it to you the next time I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Jeremy Quek is at Tekong now. He'll be there for 5 days. So we'll still get to see him and his botak-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, my mom is super angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I know that its my fault. But I really don't know how to apologise to her. I just know that its not that I'm not studying. I'm just not studying in front of you. So that does not mean that I'm not studying at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me last night, do you still treat this as your home? I wanted to reply yes. But I love this home and I love my family. But she just keeps scolding me. I really don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll really study hard. For our Lord and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Mom said that if I fail my o'level I can no long step into church ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe in Jesus, our saviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright, I've got Jesus with me.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright, my saviour's walking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story told by Pastor Joahkim to us yesterday. Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone knows about this story. But do you know that this is a true story and that many people died?&lt;br /&gt;Titanic had 20 lifeboats. Each boat could take up to 70 people. But during the sinking, people didn't know the seriousness of the whole situation, some were still sleeping in their cabins. So the lifeboats took about 20+ people even though it could take up to 70 people. Everywhere in the freezing water were people struggling. But out of the 20 lifeboats, only 2 return to save the people in the water. While the other 18 just left safely and happy that they were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, the lifeboat is our saviour, Jesus, those on the lifeboat are those that were saved, those that are not saved are those in the freezing water. Listening to this story, I was inspired to bring revival to my school. I'm sure everyone was.&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/1303964936173894315-6148647370417653297?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6148647370417653297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6148647370417653297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6148647370417653297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6148647370417653297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/06/firstly-happy-birthday-sam-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2876168640913785614</id><published>2008-06-10T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:01:35.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Bosss!!!&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/1303964936173894315-2876168640913785614?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7185483423622824711</id><published>2008-06-10T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:00:32.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm back from Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love my Family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Continue blogging another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7185483423622824711?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7185483423622824711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7185483423622824711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7185483423622824711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7185483423622824711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-back-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7707635868060750398</id><published>2008-05-19T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T22:06:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Oh my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I don't know how to describe it. Sometimes its just so wonderful that you wish time could stop. And sometimes times are so bad that you also which time could stop which means that you want to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just today, I heard something bad. Really bad. I don't know why. Even though I'm not the "victim" I'm still feel very sad. Its like I also don't know how to say. I just feel like crying. I just hope that she'll be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so kpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But she's my friend. I can't help feeling sad that she has to go through all this. Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I can only look forward to RedRain. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to skip school. Because of all the mock exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to skip school. Because I'm scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to skip school. Because everytime I go to school I will stare at his back view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But, its better than nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;STUDY. HUILI STUDY. STUDY. HUILI MUST STUDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Actually today was not too bad. I got a chance to see him. I thought that he wouldn't be coming after waiting for hours. He came. Yeahs. Whatever. Can't blame me. Haven't seen him for like 2 days? Kill me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I know my limits. I'll study. But I look too. Bleahs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Counting down to Cheng's birthday. 3 more days.&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/1303964936173894315-7707635868060750398?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7707635868060750398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7707635868060750398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7707635868060750398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7707635868060750398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5240505156066718080</id><published>2008-05-17T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T21:17:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had a lot of fun today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday, Friday. It was not a very good day as my day was spoilt by some asshole. He kept on making fun of me. Was so irritated. Doesn't he knows his limits? Asshole. After that I was further pissed off by another fellow. Was totally so f***ed up yesterday. Seems like the whole world is going against me. Had Chemistry test. And fell asleep after doing the test. Woke up only to find my saliva on my hand. Can't blame me. Cause I had to open my mouth to breathe. I'm one idiot that has flu on a hot day. After that we had Chinese seeding programme. Then I went out with ChingMei. Accompanied her to make her specs. She got her specs at a good price. Smart move. Went home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up a couple of times this morning by both my sister. Firstly, one woke me up just to ask me to go and have breakfast with her. Then the other slam my bed with her leg to tell me that my friend is knocking at the door and that I have to answer it myself. Its Pengpeng. Took the clothes from her that she wants to donate to Myanmar. Pity her for having to carry it all the way to my house. After that I went to bathe. Then while I was changing my Dad knocked on the door and told me that another of my friend was at the door. So many. TaDa... JingChee was at the door. And I was still in my pyjamas. Luckily this time Boss waiting downstairs, arbo I die already. Then I quickly changed and went to meet Michelle at Central Park. HOHOHO. MICHELLE WAS LATE. I WAS PUNCTUAL. We walked to inter to meet up with the others. One by one they came. The most punctual one was KhengBoon. Then Fei and Edmund came. Went to downtown together. As usual, we laughed. Bought honey-baked ham at FairPrice and brought it to the beach to eat. Play awhile then we went fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edmund fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7XYi49w-I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mnaunPQd7ZY/s1600-h/17052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7ZIy49xBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BuKQNSGoxY4/s1600-h/17052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201333364782384146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7ZIy49xBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BuKQNSGoxY4/s320/17052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;After that we headed back to Tampines for dinner. Went to 813 first to meet up with Nehneh. While waiting for the bus I almost died of thirst. Nehneh and Quan Da-ge came and they passed us the delicious water. Within one gulp I drank 3/4 of the water in the bottle. Then Xueli was like screaming at me. I'm such a poor little kid that just needs water. Went to 824 for our dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nehneh wasn't feeling well. So this happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7Y_S49xAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vbzl5X2wYrI/s1600-h/17052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201333201573626882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7Y_S49xAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/vbzl5X2wYrI/s320/17052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, she didn't faint. We were just playing and they were practically screaming like there's no tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There will be tomorrow. As we'll be going to church tomorrow. YEAH! I miss church and everyone there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've got a new target at the shop. $26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;His backview is mesmerising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those shoulders, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;are the ones that I need to lean on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5240505156066718080?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5240505156066718080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5240505156066718080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5240505156066718080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5240505156066718080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-lot-of-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SC7ZIy49xBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/BuKQNSGoxY4/s72-c/17052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6412638992643339378</id><published>2008-05-17T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:25:37.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had a lot of fun today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Yesterday, Friday. It was not a very good day as my day was spoilt by some asshole. He kept on making fun of me. Was so irritated. Doesn't he knows his limits? Asshole. After that I was further pissed off by another fellow. Was totally so f***ed up yesterday. Seems like the whole world is going against me. Had Chemistry test. And fell asleep after doing the test. Woke up only to find my saliva on my hand. Can't blame me. Cause I had to open my mouth to breathe. I'm one idiot that has flu on a hot day. After that we had Chinese seeding programme. Then I went out with ChingMei. Accompanied her to make her specs. She got her specs at a good price. Smart move. Went home after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woke up a couple of times this morning by both my sister. Firstly, one woke me up just to ask me to go and have breakfast with her. Then the other slam my bed with her leg to tell me that my friend is knocking at the door and that I have to answer it myself. Its Pengpeng. Took the clothes from her that she wants to donate to Myanmar. Pity her for having to carry it all the way to my house. After that I went to bathe. Then while I was changing my Dad knocked on the door and told me that another of my friend was at the door. So many. TaDa... JingChee was at the door. And I was still in my pyjamas. Luckily this time Boss waiting downstairs, arbo I die already. Then I quickly changed and went to meet Michelle at Central Park. HOHOHO. MICHELLE WAS LATE. I WAS PUNCTUAL. We walked to inter to meet up with the others. One by one they came. The most punctual one was KhengBoon. Then Fei and Edmund came. Went to downtown together. As usual, we laughed. Bought honey-baked ham at FairPrice and brought it to the beach to eat. Play awhile then we went fishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6412638992643339378?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6412638992643339378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6412638992643339378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6412638992643339378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6412638992643339378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/had-lot-of-fun-today_17.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8803095329057847178</id><published>2008-05-12T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T22:20:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so happy because of a few reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Red Rain concert is coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm getting my dress tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I have more self-control over myself nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I fell asleep in class and stayed awake just after a glimpse of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Isn't this great? Yeah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8803095329057847178?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8803095329057847178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8803095329057847178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8803095329057847178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8803095329057847178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-happy-because-of-few-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1160293752690292544</id><published>2008-05-12T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:39:51.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I realised that I am always the last one to know about things happening around me. Too bad, I am suffering from retardation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had fun at Michelle house on Saturday while she was practising on the food that she'll be cooking for her O'level practical. This is what she cooked. Chicken Kebab. Stir-fried brocoli with mushroon. Corn soup. Chocolate egg don't know what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SChDEi49w7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuUd7yOoh-E/s1600-h/10052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199479515163509682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SChDEi49w7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuUd7yOoh-E/s320/10052008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SChDQi49w9I/AAAAAAAAAII/Zk_sFNdzuGs/s1600-h/10052008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199479721321939922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SChDQi49w9I/AAAAAAAAAII/Zk_sFNdzuGs/s320/10052008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tasted not too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went to church on Sunday. And I am embarassed to say that I almost fell asleep. Well at least I admit. Because I couldn't really understand what the Korean Pastor was talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Rushed home after that for mother's day celebration. Had a wonderful dinner once again cooked by my beautiful mom and Happy mother's day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went to school today. Had mother tongue and was eating thoughout the lesson. I didn't take my breakfast, so I brought cereals to school for breakfast. Shared with my friends. Felt so happy sharing. :) Had D&amp;amp;T after that. Did my own work and was accused by my teacher that I talked about him on my blog. RUBBISH. Its not me. Its someone else. Okay now I'm writing about you but thats because you accused me for something that I didn't do. And you also very BHB. Whatever. Had Maths lesson and then recess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Came back to class and ask a lot of people one question. Thought of another question and ask Sam. We discussed about it during English. Ask my english teacher the same question. Gave a weird answer. And did my work. Couldn't really concentrate as my teacher kept talking to other students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had Social Studies next. Fell asleep half-way during the lesson. Woke up because of someone tugging my hair. Went through the skills for SBQ. Went down for History, the teacher went for a meeting. So congratulations. We were left alone. Studied for Geography. Almost died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Had the 3 mock exams in a row. Was super hungry half way through. Thought of the food that Sam and Michelle will be offering to me. Did my tests randomly. Ran up to the cookery room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jeremy and Chingmei offered us food. Nice. Wirdah fed me chicken. I love it. Had don't know what thing from ChoongHan. Wonderful. Had a muffin and fruit cocktail from Amos. Love the muffin. Had a waffer from Sam. ****. Had a Kebab from Jonas. Solid but nice. Had a kebab from Michelle too. Not as good as the previous one. But still acceptable. I AM VERY PICKY ABOUT FOOD. APPARENTLY, I'M AN EATER. NOT A COOKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went home and rest. Was so tired after a day's work. Read through my sisters blog. And it kinda filled up the blanks that was amissed for the pass few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Michelle: As I have said on your tag board, you don't need encouragement. I feel that encouragement are for those pathetic people. I don't know how to encourage too. I don't console. My friend used to tell me its pointless to console. Anyways, you don't need it. Because all you need is ME!!! Joking. Just want to let you know is that you're not alone sitting on the fence of the social circle. I'm on it with you. By the way, do you know why is the weather so warm nowadays? Because I'm surrounding you babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nehneh: I seriously don't know whats happening to you. My antennal not that long, so I can't sense what is wrong with you recently. All I know is that you're losing concentration on your studies. And can you go to taiwan with Michelle and Xueli? For God sake. If you do what that, I'll smash your ass. Joking. Whatever. Let Sam eat the grass. You shall not and never ever eat the grass. The grass that you'll be eating is poisoned. BEWARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;JingChee: The only thing I can think of about you are your eyes. You have beautiful eyes. The eyes are the doors to the soul. I know that you have an innocent soul. But please know the fact that there are disadvantages for being innocent. The world is cruel. Learn that sometimes things that you see and hear might be deceiving to you. So trust some of it and not all of it. Do as you wish. A counselling session will be open specially for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Xueli: Firstly, Happy 9 months. Time passes so quickly that you've grown so much. You're growing. Becoming more and more retarded as the days pass. But this is okay? I don't know. You don't seem to have any problems from my point of view. And I heard some good news just now. I know you're very happy. So continue like this. Of all the girls, you're the one that I can't tolerate tears from you the most. When I see you cry, I feel like slapping you to remind you that this is nothing. Continue laughing "retardedly".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Life is lame without God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He is still so mesmerizing.&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/1303964936173894315-1160293752690292544?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1160293752690292544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1160293752690292544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1160293752690292544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1160293752690292544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-realised-that-i-am-always-last-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h67q6UEx1Q4/SChDEi49w7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/zuUd7yOoh-E/s72-c/10052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-540415179480887334</id><published>2008-05-12T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:24:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am always the one that know about things the latest. But what to do, I'm suffering from retardation. Recently many things happened. Happy sad. Had fun at Michelle's house on Saturday while she was practising for her O'level F&amp;amp;N. She cooked a few dishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-540415179480887334?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/540415179480887334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=540415179480887334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/540415179480887334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/540415179480887334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-always-one-that-know-about-things.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-4087818389807687736</id><published>2008-05-06T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:37:48.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damn. I hate today. I hate him. I hate everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-4087818389807687736?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/4087818389807687736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=4087818389807687736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4087818389807687736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4087818389807687736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7767835315792112702</id><published>2008-05-06T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:16:46.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Goodness gracious. I'm so tired. And I actually bothered to reply that sonicgear. Can't believe that I'm actually such a nice person. Whatever. Just treat that person as a form of free entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to NDC yesterday and saw some JYSS people there. Saw them first at the MRT station. I thought that they would be going to HPB but instead I saw them at NDC at the same level too. I think they were quite pissed off that I got to go to my dentist first although they arrived earlier than me. But, too bad. I'm just a regular customer of NDC. Or maybe its just because I was smart to have an appointment made first. Whatever. My mom was like quite shocked that I went into the clinic for about 10 mins only. Because I was only there to make the mould for my teeth. And the thing that made up the mould has the texture of the bubble gum chewed before. Eww. Almost vomit while half way through making the mould. Came out from the clinics and found my mom dozing off, she so adorable at times. Then off we went to Lavender ICA to collect my passport. Damn. Apparently, you can't make any appointments to collect your passports or what. So we took a number. Waited and waited. For an hour. Finally was our turn. Took my passport and saw the new one. Found it quite cute. Went to East-link wait for my sis and went shopping. Nagged at her and went home. Was so tired that I went to bed after bathing and just planned on studying this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, I did not study at all this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to school. Was thinking about how badly I will die during the test for SS. Had Dnt and was off to do my prototype. Had fun doing it but was irritated that the dust of the wood kept on flying and landing on my skirt instead of my apron. Whatever. Did something wrong. Damn. Had Geography and was quite happy to know that the test that we'll be having this mon will be all on rivers. I glad because its not on development. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pause here for a moment. A bangala just scolded " KNN " on the roof of my opposite block. Doesn't he realised that he can actually speak hokkien?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Back to topic. Had recess. And ate quite fast as I wanted to at least read through the SS notes. Read through and as I was just sitting right behind Pearline in the canteen listening attentively to her reciting almost everything of the notes to her friend. Word for word. Damn. She's smart. Went up to class for SS. And tried memorising a bit with the help of Deborah. Did my test and felt like smashing Sam's head as he increased the number of words written on his paper by truckloads. Felt so stressful. He is pressurizing me unknowingly. Had English lesson and we laughed at Julianah because of what was on her paper. Ew. Julianah and Khairi were pissed off by what we said but they still continued laughing. Tried to complete my English on time but failed to do so as I kept talking about EATING OF GRASS. Went to the lab for Chemistry practical. Was quite attentive during the whole lesson and I guess its because of some reason. Went to the canteen and ate a small little choc bread. NehNeh was so scary, her eyeballs were reddish they were caused by the veins I guess. Looks like there were worms in her eyeballs. Went up to Eureka for Maths extra lesson. Sat on the floor. But was quite comfortable. Did 2 questions and started crapping with NehNeh about some things. Kept on laughing. Felt very bad as we kept making Xueli laugh even though we knew of the 4 ulcers in her mouth. Went home and now I'm blogging and eating and eating. Had Popcorn chicken and muah-chee. Going to have dinner soon. Stop here for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The impression of you in my heart was ruined when you did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But you're still so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1303964936173894315-7767835315792112702?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7767835315792112702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7767835315792112702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7767835315792112702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7767835315792112702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodness-gracious.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1386592808379139977</id><published>2008-05-03T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T01:26:55.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quiz from Eileen:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1.what do you want the most -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2.who is the person that you trust the most -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The pooh bear on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;3.what do you think of yourself -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;4.if you could have a dream to come true ,what would it be -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The dream that I had on the 30/11/06.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;5.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes.Its scientifically proven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;6.what is your goal for this year -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Haven't really thought of it yet. Guess will be be scoring for my O's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;7.do you believe in eternity love -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes. The love is passed on to another person. One cannot hold it long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;8.have you broken someone's heart that he/she tried to commit suicide -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;9.what feelings do you love most -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Looking at my family member's smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;10.what are the requirements you wished from your other half -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;11.what feelings do you hate the most-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12.do you cherish every single friendship of yours -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;13 .who do you hate the most -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No one. I learnt not to hate. Its very tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;14.what do you think is the most important thing in your life -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;15.who do you hope to be always there for you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Family, friends and him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;16.who is your best friend - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The eeyore on my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i want :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Everybody(if possible) to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1386592808379139977?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1386592808379139977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1386592808379139977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1386592808379139977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1386592808379139977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/quiz-from-eileen-1.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2498487642767962606</id><published>2008-05-03T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:41:40.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Reply of tags:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eileen: Yeap, recovered. Thanks for your concern. I took 10 pills of panadol for the dizziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Your blog is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sisters: Chill like what that person named "sonicgear(knn)" said. Not that I'm asking you all to listen to him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"sonicgear(knn)": Can you please use your name? And by the way, are you trying to make trouble here? If you are I'm sorry to tell you that you're not that welcome here. However, if you just unintentionally offend my sisters, just apologise and stop provoking them. They may be just simple girls, but you'll never want to see the other side of them when they turn nasty. If you think that we can't find then you're wrong. We're watching every move of yours. And also, bear in mind, my sisters are kind of like the co-owners of this blog even though this is known as HuiliSia's blog. Oh and lastly, I love kit kat. F.Y.I, if I am irritated by anyone in anyway I'll take a break to break someone and then have a kit kat. And sorry if you feel offended, because I mean no offence. So CHILL! :)&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/1303964936173894315-2498487642767962606?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2498487642767962606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2498487642767962606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2498487642767962606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2498487642767962606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/05/reply-of-tags-eileen-yeap-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6049098974056197674</id><published>2008-04-28T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:33:58.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Can I stop time and take a walk down the memory lane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The feeling still stays strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Looking at you from afar is the best I could do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Looking across the sea to get a sight of you wouldn't be possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How I wish to keep you in my pocket and take you to the wonders of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll take you to the sun if you're feeling cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll take you to the moon if it's too warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll bring you to wherever you want to as long as you don't hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'll give you all I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If you want to be the first in my heart but sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;God's there already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You're second darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;However, I'll still wish you'll say that to me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Coming to terms, it'll never happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Smash me into pieces. Please do not use a chopper. I don't want to die the rough way. Kill me gently by sliding in the knife into me. Pull out the knife and let me taste the flavour of my blood in big quantities. And by the way, slide in the knife from the front, not from the side, I'm sensitive to tickling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6049098974056197674?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6049098974056197674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6049098974056197674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6049098974056197674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6049098974056197674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-i-stop-time-and-take-walk-down.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8210056338250934271</id><published>2008-04-28T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:42:53.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Finally complete reading the book on the Last Vampire. I need more. How I wish I was super rich then I can just buy whatever books I wanted immediately. Never mind. And I'm finally going to start on Marley &amp;amp; Me lent to me by PengPeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Just finished watching iswak 2. The ending was ... Far from my and other's expectation. How I wished there will be a part 3... 2 things quoted from iswak 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;只要心中有爱，幸福它会无所不在。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As long as you have love in your heart, happiness will always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;只要有你，哪怕世界一片黑暗，我都不害怕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As long as I have you, regardless how dark it is, I'm not afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And by the way, I kinda not like today. And its because of yesterday that made me not like today. Or maybe its just Monday blues plus the History test that took place just now. I'm having a serious case of mood swing. Or maybe I'm just thinking too much about the trip to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It feels very weird somehow or rather, I don't really feel that excited right now about the Japan trip. I think I can't bear to leave him. But who cares. I'm heartless. I don't have to bother anymore about the thing called heart. I'm a mean girl and will continue to be one for as long as I feel like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm feeling so numb.&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/1303964936173894315-8210056338250934271?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8210056338250934271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8210056338250934271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8210056338250934271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8210056338250934271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/finally-complete-reading-book-on-last.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1249268887948337060</id><published>2008-04-24T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T22:03:40.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My last post was like 3 days ago. Okay. I know i'm not punctual. In reality too. Many things happened these few days. Regardless good or bad. We just have to continue with our life and die in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Something bad took placed. Disasterous. Went to FeiFei's house yesterday. Watch a supposed-to-be horror movie. Well this is the second time that I didn't scream while watching a horror movie. The first show was the omen. Whatever. Both situations are common because before I watched the show, I quarrelled with someone. I could say that I somehow regret quarrelling. But I still don't think that I'm wrong in argueing back. After that I walked home with FeiFei and I was like so super "lucky". One stone killing two super ugly bird faced-guys. Polluting this post. Reached home. I was so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went to school as usual. Had P.E. Took our height and weight. I didn't grow a single bit at all. not even put on weight. This is something good. But I didn't grow taller. Had Maths next. Was confused by column vectors. But they're interesting. Recess. Got scolded by Amos for asking Kheng Boon to buy guava for us. Changed into uniform. Went back to class and tried making NehNeh laugh. Was successful on a few attempts. Guess she was too tired after bombing the toilet bowl. Had Physics lesson. Mr Chew said some weird things to us. I seriously felt like asking him to shut up even though its very rude to even think of this. But what he said was really inappropriate. Went to Eureka for Physics. Went back to class in twos. Imitated Juli. Had English lesson. And was like scolded by Jonas for my carelessness. Sorry Genius! Went home straight and almost died on the way home. When me and Michelle were like walking towards the road by 841, there was like a sudden attack by the ants. BIG FAT RED ANTS. 4-5 on me. 1 on Michelle. Sorry, but blame me for being too sweet. The smart ants that were on me bit me. Damn. Ran across the road and saved ShiYuan and XueTing's lives. Walked home alone and the scariest thing came. I SAW A COCKROACH OUTSIDE A CHILDCARE CENTRE. AND ANOTHER NEAR THE LIFT. AND ANOTHER AT THE STAIRS. And I start to itch, from head to toe. Reached home to find my sister at home with a pile of bread on the table. Ate some bread and went to bathe. Rushed and went to find the girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Met them at 824, had a cup of ice milk tea. And took a bus to small mac. Met up with Aisyah and co. Went to the hospital. Was very happy when I reached there, at least I know that she's fine now. Might be going to look for her tomorrow after my dental appoinment. Went to Courts with Chelle and Xueli. Collected the clothes. Mine wasn't there yet. Saturday then can get. Walked home with Michelle. And first time Michelle send me home. So touching... Its because she want to eat the ice-cream before she reached home. -.-*. Reached home and told my mom that my friend is fine. And suddenly my sis msged my mom saying that she's found a job. I'm so happy that she's happy. For the past few days, she hasn't talked much or reveal much of her emotions. Really happy that she's happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today is quite okay. Glad that the people around me are happy. Hope I won't have to go to the hospital tomorrow. Not that I don't want to go or what, I just want her to get well quickly. Even though sometimes I complain about her, I didn't realised how scared I was when she was injured. And I'm happy to say that our class is finally QUITE united.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Its &lt;/span&gt;like so much of a coincidence that I was typing her name out then the convo pop-up. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to know how much I know about my SISTERS' eating habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Xueli : Strictly no mint stuffs. She doesn't take spicy food. But likes curry cooked by her Grandma. Always eating Chicken wing rice from tenderbest. Ondeh ondeh. Detests eating vegetables and eats only " Xi-Yang Cai" soup. Likes eating chocolates but hates dark chocolate. Likes drinking Grape(f&amp;amp;n), soya bean milk, passion fruit green tea(ocha only), mango ice-blend(blue sea only) pink dolphin, peach tea, ju-hua cha, milk and boiled water. She doesn't like drinking the water from the water-cooler, green tea and coffee except the one from Coffeebean. Peach danish from CJMB. Don't like guava. There are more, but I shan't write anymore. There's too much to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nehneh : She likes to eat banmian/mee hoon kueh. Likes Eclipses. Likes to eat Sakae's Chawanmushi. Fast-food. Bandito Pocket from KFC. McSpicy from Mac. Likes eating the food cooked by her mom. Likes cheesy and spicy stuff. Likes to drink milk tea, green tea, sprite, grape(f&amp;amp;n) and pink dolphin. Flavoured rice from A1. Chilli crab cup noodles. Peach danish from CJMB. Stingray from Changi Village. She likes to eat sweets. She eats too much. But she just won't grow fat. Life is really unfair, how I wish I can do a fats transplant to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Michelle : She likes to eat. Apples. Water apples. Mangoes. Honeydew. Papayas. Guavas. Sakae's Chawanmushi. Drinks, milk tea, all of polka's teas, pink dolphin. Home-cooked food by her mom. Pig intestine soup with lots of pepper. Flavoured rice from A1. Peach danish from CJMB. I seriously think that having too much apples is bad for her future. She won't be able to get a husband who is a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;JingChee : She likes to eat too. Prawn mee from bedok blk 16. "butterfly" also from blk 16. Chocolate ice-blend from bluesea. Beansprouts. Kangkong. Laksa. Wanton mee. KFC. Guava. Nasi Briyani. Milk tea. Green tea. Pig intestines soup. Don't like tau pok. She eats a lot too. Luckily she's very active. If not she'll be in TAF right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I feel so sick knowing my Sisters eating habits. Like a pervert. But you can't blame me for being smart. &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/1303964936173894315-1249268887948337060?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1249268887948337060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1249268887948337060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1249268887948337060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1249268887948337060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-last-post-was-like-3-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1895471482102723773</id><published>2008-04-21T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:00:04.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Sorry sisters, I know I never tell you all. But this is also not confirmed yet. If I tell you then it turns out to be not true then very what... BEH DEH. I didn't do it on purpose... Sorry.&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/1303964936173894315-1895471482102723773?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1895471482102723773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1895471482102723773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1895471482102723773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1895471482102723773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorry-sisters-i-know-i-never-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6356752570666800143</id><published>2008-04-21T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:28:26.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Omg!!! Today is like so happening!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Firstly, 3 years ago, on this day, 21st April 2005, my first boyfriend broke up with me. Whatever. Who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Deborah Tan just sent me a msg. So here it goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;huili, jia hao saw the name list for the japan trip. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your name is inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The scream came. And the girl that received this msg thought she was crazy, because she was screaming all alone at home. Plus bangalas on the roof-top. She calls Michelle. Michelle doesn't answer. Her mom calls. She answers. She tells her mom all about it. Her mom told her that it might be a prank. Great mom. Wet blanket. But what she said was true. Don't be too happy too early. Who know it might really be Jia hao that saw the wrong name. Lets hope that Jia hao can see perfectly well with his glasses on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I still love deb for telling me this. Even if its for a second of happiness.&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/1303964936173894315-6356752570666800143?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6356752570666800143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6356752570666800143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6356752570666800143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6356752570666800143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg-today-is-like-so-happening-firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-561297045738642638</id><published>2008-04-20T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:47:13.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just bathed. I'm feeling so much better after bathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I talked to a friend just now. I don't think I will be mentioning his name at all. Its like after so long I've finally talked to him and it feels so weird. If friends talk after a long time its okay to feel weird. But the thing is that when I talk to him he doesn't want to reply me. Even if he does, he does it reluctantly. I seriously don't know what's wrong with his brain. I'm not trying to scold him here or what. Its just that why can't he just be more open-minded. And he can't even pay me the little respect of looking at me when I'm talking to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Friend, you may not want me as a friend now or in future. But I can assure you that I will always treat you as my friend. We used to spend the nights together talking. I miss those day where everybody can just talk freely about anything. I am saying all this not because I've fallen for you or what. Its just simply friendship that I want from you. The way you're reacting is as though there can't be friendship between opposite sex. I asked if whether you hate me or not. All you have to do is just to answer yes or no. Its not very difficult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;All I can say right now is that, if you're going to continue treating me like this then its as good as ending the friendship. But I really wish we can start anew as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;God I've already moved the stone away. I hope that the miracle will happen. But why does it seems to me that he's holding on to the stone tightly? I don't really understand. Its okay. God, bless them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-561297045738642638?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/561297045738642638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=561297045738642638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/561297045738642638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/561297045738642638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-just-bathed.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2302834174652347002</id><published>2008-04-20T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T12:09:17.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went for church yesterday. We left half way through and we had a lot of people starring at us. Freaky. Well, the service was very interesting. But we had an appointment long ago. So we had to leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ran to the MRT station. Ran to the escalator. Wait for the train. Ran into the train as typical Singaporeans would do. Alighted at City Hall and ran opposite to the NS line. Wait for the train again and the people accumulate. Ran into the train again. And we alight at Orchard. Ran up the escalator near Tangs. Check the map and ran to Paragon. My oh my, doesn't this sounds like the amazing race? After that we walked into Paragon and went down to B1. Went into the shop called don't know Spagheddies or what. Ordered our food and drinks and the food came quickly. Mine was one of the last one. I ordered Chicken canelloni. I didn't even know what the hell was that. I ordered it base on the ingredients used. In the end, it came and I was shocked to a Murtabak looking dish. Well, who cares about how the food looks like when you're hungry. Dig in!!! Goodness. It was delicious. The italian murtabak was surrounded by creamy cheese. And its super hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Left Paragon with a super filled to the brim stomach. Walked out of Paragon while reading a msg sent by my mom. While reading, I missed a step on the stairs and ALMOST fell down. Omg. Its like so embarassing. But its better than really falling down. Cross the road and cross back again. Saw a lady walking uncomfortably and realise what was wrong with her. She was wearing a tight-fit dress and wearing a G-string to be exact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went back to Tampines. After sending Quan da-ge home. He's sick. Same as Nehneh. No wonder they're a couple. 有福同享，有难同担. So sweet. Then we request to Dixon for Xueli to be sent home next. She went crazy I guess. In the end we all went back to 800 plus. Went over to Mac with Michelle to buy Cheeseburger for my sis. Walked home with Michelle and talked about where to study today. Airport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Walked home along. Freaky. I was sweating like hell. But the wind kept blowing... Talked on the phone with Xueli and Feifei until 1 plus. Then it was the end of the day for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Right now I'm waiting for Xueli and Michelle to come online. And tell them what time to meet. I guess Michelle is still sleeping and Xueli is set to offline. And Nehneh is watching some videos I guess. And JingChee is having her tuition now I think. In the meantime, I shall put Carpenter's songs into my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye.&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/1303964936173894315-2302834174652347002?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2302834174652347002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2302834174652347002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2302834174652347002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2302834174652347002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-for-church-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6216500365813757925</id><published>2008-04-17T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:34:01.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today was a so so day. Had lessons as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;First up was Physical Education. Had a bit of fun. Listened to our teacher's talk about breast cancer and that 1 out of 10 men will get it. ( So guys please massage your breast. Love them while they're still there.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second was Maths. I'm quite happy regarding Maths today. As Ms Ng praised me!!! Whooo!!! Okay. She always praise people. Well I finished my work faster then the person sitting beside me. Thats an improvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Next was Recess. Took my Sausage Muffin to the toilet as I was going to get changed. Ate in the toilet. Whats wrong with eating in the toilet? Everybody's commenting on that. Got changed and went back to class. Damn it. The classroom door is locked. Great. So everyone, lets just wait outside for them to open the door for us. Fell asleep while waiting. But I recalled Michelle waking me up and telling me about Nobu. But didn't really get it. Went back into the classroom and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Was woke up by my partner shouting at me to tell me that the teacher is here and that we have to move to Eureka. Learnt about the Left-hand-rule during Physics and went back to class in an orderly manner least we get scolded by Mr Vanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;English. Mr Vanan was in an okay mood. Guess he didn't re-watch the match last night. Got back our article on casinos. Glad that I didn't fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Went downstairs to second floor and saw Mrs Kho. Finally came back from her maternity leave. She's got a baby girl. Well she's in a better shape now compared to last year. Told my sisters something very A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After school we went to eat the $1.30 chicken rice. Goodness. There was hair in the dark soy sauce. Funny thing was that, I paid 10 cent for Gerald's chicken rice and he told me that he owes me a kiss. ( very cheap. 10 cent only.) Went back to my seat to eat and as usual I had them staring at me as an indication for me to eat faster. Walked over to A1 and bought mango ice blend. Saw Mosy and company walking to the bus stop. Gerald shouted over, " Huili, I want to drink." We meet in the middle of the road. So "romantic". Then this guy on his motorbike was like staring at us thinking what the hell are these kids from JYSS doing in the middle of the road. Hell to him. Stood at the stairway beside A1 and talked to Xueli and Feifei while waiting for Michelle and Nehneh. Walked home with Michelle and Feifei. On the way home, I saved my son from a bicycle accident. Omg!!! I'm so proud of myself. Thank you!!! Thank you!!! Saw a few gangster and they moved away when we were walking towards them. And guess what someone said. " They are afraid of me. Thats why they are moving away." Puking. And also, a few days ago, my classmate told me that one of our school's manager touched a boys butt intentionally. Freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I realise this while talking on the phone few days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want my birthday present to be something special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wished that the sisters and brothers could all gather together just for one simple day out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want one day of their time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wished that we could all go out together with little quarrels over trival things and get back together after a min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to watch a movie with them again, we watched only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hope that they miss those times spent together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to celebrate everything with them, be it success or failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I don't mind "celebrating" failure, as long as its with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to go back to the time when we were all still so simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want to go back to our simple life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I want another outing with them at Sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love studying at Macdonalds at that time with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love that day, 10/10/2007 when we all went out together to Vivocity and took lots of photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love that day, 15/10/2007 when we all went out together to watch a movie that we wanted to watch since our exams. Balls of fury.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I love the time when we spent time together to plan for the chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I need them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perhaps we've all gone through too much that makes everyone so hostile to one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Perhaps its me that have changed since the day of 30/10/2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But I guess everybody's changed since the Best Chalet ever. 31/10,1/11,2/11 2007. These are beautiful figures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Talking about the past makes me shiver with the thought that I once had a sense of happiness with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;They are the best mates ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still can't forget or give up.&lt;/strong&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/1303964936173894315-6216500365813757925?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6216500365813757925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6216500365813757925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6216500365813757925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6216500365813757925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-so-so-day.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8756569777300267038</id><published>2008-04-15T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:29:41.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;AHHHH!!!! I'm so bored. I want to buy a lot of things. But I don't have the money. Whatever. All these are not that important. Once I think about Maths it turns me off when I'm high... But something to look forward this week. CHURCH!!! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 3 period of lessons was Dnt. I had to do another prototype. But thanks to Mr Lee and Mr Johari, I completed part of the prototype. Starting to fall in love with Dnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Geography. Mr Koh told our class about the field trip to Malaysia. It was a bad yet good news. Why??? The trip to Malaysia was canceled but they will be replacing it with a Japan trip. And guess what??? My mom allows me to go. But it will also have to depend on my luck whether I will be chosen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. JingChee was sick, so she didn't finish eating her food. Then came Mosy nagging at her.&lt;br /&gt;Mosy: Eh...you very waste food.&lt;br /&gt;JC: Looks at him.&lt;br /&gt;Mosy: Do you know the people in Africa don't have any food to eat?&lt;br /&gt;JC: Continues looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;Mosy: Walks away...&lt;br /&gt;Moral of this conversation? I also don't know. I wanted to tell JC to eat more as the prices of rice are rising but after considering the fact that she's sick and has not much appetite I decided to keep quiet to conserve my energy to catch her in case she faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Same as yesterday, Mr Vanan was in a bad mood. Michelle said that he kept re-watching the match that Arsenal lost terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. As usual was very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Maths lesson after school but didn't go for it. Because the teacher was Mr Soh. But thats just an excuse for me to skip lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally watched TKA already. So sweet... But I still like episode 11 the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying my clothes tomorrow. Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1303964936173894315-8756569777300267038?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8756569777300267038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8756569777300267038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8756569777300267038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8756569777300267038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahhhh-im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5504274162093959444</id><published>2008-04-13T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:24:53.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've finally realized how terrible a person I am. Because while reading a person's blog, I can give tons of negative comments. The negative comment right at the top of the list is the way people type.&lt;br /&gt;For example: ehhh...euu sha lub larrzz.euu berii noisy euu knoee???iie hatee euu larrzz.iie lurrbb euu.iie heartxx euu.&lt;br /&gt;For god sake what is this? Okay I'm evil. I know that. FREEDOM OF WRITING. But this freedom of writing is bound to be condemned not only by me. This is utter nonsense. Whatever. This world is full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5504274162093959444?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5504274162093959444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5504274162093959444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5504274162093959444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5504274162093959444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-finally-realized-how-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3344114270158077892</id><published>2008-04-13T13:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:06:45.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I think I can buy the shirt I want real soon. My sis gave me some money last night. So nice of her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Went to changi village with Xueli, Nanaaaa, Quan da-ge and Dixon last night to have dinner. Was a sumptuous meal. We  had stingray and oyster omelette. Dixon and Quan  da-ge ordered crayfish, kangkong and sotong. My first time drinking sugarcane juice. It was acceptable... After eating Dixon told us that he was allergic to sotong.  What a  joke. Dixon drove us back to 813 and off we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I've finally thought through I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He is still the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But its fated that the best is not to be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All I wish right now is that he will disappear in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But I thank him for letting me keep him in my heart before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;From this day on, speak nothing of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3344114270158077892?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3344114270158077892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3344114270158077892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3344114270158077892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3344114270158077892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-can-buy-shirt-i-want-real.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2236351570740074006</id><published>2008-04-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:15:16.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='背影'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So here I am right now blogging. I was supposed to have breakfast with 2 of my sisters but was canceled. In the end I told my 2nd sis(biological) that I'll be going swimming with her in exchange of her buying my a swim suit. But i woke up this morning with a terrible pain in between the rib cage(what is it called???). And told her that I don't want to go already. And I got scolded for her by her saying " don't act la!". Whatever. I went back to sleep straight after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I had to wash my shoes(what a good girl I am.). And I am going to re-paint my nails later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My post is boring. I know that. But lets talk about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning yesterday only to find my body aching. Got myself ready for school and set off. Climb the bloody staircase as though it was never ending. During the class contact time, we wrote down the address on the envelopes which will be send to our house next year to inform us about our collection of our O'level cert. And the boy sitting next to me had the cheek to tell me that he forgot his postal code. Goodness gracious. How can someone remember the full address but leave out the postal code. Luckily there was someone staying near to him. Then Mrs Shankar came up to me to tell me that we were short of 4 envelopes. Which mean that the shop owner at my house downstairs cheated me of 60 cents. Damn. Got to buy more later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue. Discussed about people having plastic surgery. I want to go for it too. Maybe. Because I have a flat nose. I wondered whether guys can do surgery on their private part to make it bigger. And some asshole told me yes. Damn him. And then we talked about whether it was inner or outer beauty that was more important. But to me, I feel that inner beauty is as important as outer.&lt;br /&gt;Take it in this case.You're going for a job interview. And your boss comments on your dressing and says that you're not presentable enough, therefore, you lose the job.&lt;br /&gt;But in another case. You're trying very hard to impress this particular guy. And you're drop-dead gorgeous. But whenever you walk past him and tries to attract his attention, he'll just turn away and talk to someone else. One day, you approach him to tell him of your feelings and he turns you down. You ask for a reason and he tells you that you have a ugly heart.&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is that both are important but in different cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths. The lesson was fun with Ms Ng. But I just dislike the topic on Probability. Whatever. Ms Ng is so nice, she always gives me chocolate. She's so sweet like the chocolate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History. Three cheers for Mdm Lee not coming for lesson. She's not sick but she's having a meeting so I can cheer.(Which asshole will cheer when someone is sick???) Talked a lot. And Thobraani wore my cardigan. He looks gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry. The lesson was excellent. Because I got to stare at his back view for 2 minutes or so. Towards the end of the lesson some people played chop-chilli-chop. Got my stomach cramp due to too much laughter. Zul acting retarded. When it was dismissal, he ran out of the class carrying his bag and with his chest in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch iswak2 now. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 9 months.&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/1303964936173894315-2236351570740074006?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2236351570740074006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2236351570740074006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2236351570740074006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2236351570740074006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-here-i-am-right-now-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-743092076713998806</id><published>2008-04-10T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:40:02.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Back from school. And I have good news for myself. I've passed my 2.4 km!!! WHOOHOOO!!! I really loved what JingChee told me while I was running, it "charged" me up. Well of course, I almost fell down when I sped up. After that was Maths lesson. Debbie wasn't feeling well... Then it was recess. Then Physics lesson. And it was test. DEAD. I went to the toilet during the test to call and tell my Dad to buy BARBECUE CHICKEN WING RICE for me. But he said that they would only sell it after 3pm. And OOPS, I spoilt Mr Chew's permission pass. After that was English lesson and near to the end, I smelt POPCORNS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After school, I went to 824 with Michelle to try my luck with the barbecue chicken wing rice. And sadly, there wasn't any...): Then we walked to "pasa malam" to get my popcorns. And Michelle with her "strong willpower" bought takopachi.(is it spelt like this?) Walked over to a "wonderful" void deck to enjoy. And it was when we were happily talking then we realised that the "wonderful" void deck was surrounded by COCKROACHES. eeewwwwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So right now, I'm going to end this post. And go and watch 恶作剧2吻.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;To Nana and Debbie, please take good care of yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-743092076713998806?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/743092076713998806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=743092076713998806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/743092076713998806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/743092076713998806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-school.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-4254072849636816692</id><published>2008-04-09T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:32:37.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO EVERYBODY!!! I'M BACK!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My computer was unable to work. And so many things happened recently. Not on me I think, more one my sisters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I am going to write short little story and of course with a lot of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes. But... its weird. So weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love everybody!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-4254072849636816692?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/4254072849636816692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=4254072849636816692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4254072849636816692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4254072849636816692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/04/hello-everybody-im-back-my-computer-was.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5753574535474116406</id><published>2008-03-20T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:03:09.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m tired of life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;From "They kissed again"( ISWAK 2) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;我给你的爱是你给我的好几百万倍。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;但是，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;你没有给过我一个机会。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5753574535474116406?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5753574535474116406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5753574535474116406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5753574535474116406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5753574535474116406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/from-they-kissed-again-iswak-2.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2168734846799122555</id><published>2008-03-20T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:57:49.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am seriously very sick of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I die immediately? I think I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't bear to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll learn to let go. of everthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-2168734846799122555?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2168734846799122555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2168734846799122555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2168734846799122555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2168734846799122555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-seriously-very-sick-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8757099558416787583</id><published>2008-03-19T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T19:10:54.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss everyone. My sisters. My section. My friends. My brothers. My family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;My PHONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;62806280628062806280628062806280628062806280628062806280!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;MY FIRST LOVE!!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm referring to my phone. AAAHHHHHH!!!!! I want to stab the person that stole my phone!!! OMG!!! I'm going crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm very scared of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did you ever know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just love looking at your backview.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because that is the only way I can look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;without you noticing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8757099558416787583?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8757099558416787583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8757099558416787583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8757099558416787583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8757099558416787583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-9166148211376455658</id><published>2008-03-17T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T19:03:25.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so bored right now. Gotta start doing my homework soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah... about yesterday, although I had to do my homework, I had my friends there talking to me. As usual, I was late. We met up at KFC. Then saw Nana, JingChee and Boss, felt kind of bad to make them wait for me. Well... they were eating so it lessen my guilt. After that Xueli came and told us depressing things and funny things. Her dad is weird... Then we talked about what we're going to do after O'levels. I'm going to work like a monkey. Monkeys are not hardworking at all. But I'm saying monkey because I'm borned in the year of MONKEY. After that we left KFC and went separate ways. Went to PengPeng's house downstairs to look for her and get some books. While waiting for her, I saw saxy JoJo. She's still as pretty, talkative, noisy and short as ever. Me too. I'm short. Short of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reached Tm and went window shopping. We went to Times bookstore and I read from a "Fengshui" book. I'm borned in the year of monkey and my type of monkey is the water monkey. That book is quite true regarding some things. Maybe its just coincidence. Before that I tried looking into a book of surnames. I couldn't find mine. Then I picked another book and Tada~ Its finally there. But I can't remember what the book said. Once again we talked about the out-dated topic. Edison Chen. I'll skip it since its kind of disgusting. Saw my cousin and then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today in school was like totally so boring. But I'm happy that I finally got and idea of how my product will look like. Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I learnt something during History lesson today. My teacher has got terrible mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;World Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still can't stop thinking about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-9166148211376455658?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/9166148211376455658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=9166148211376455658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/9166148211376455658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/9166148211376455658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-bored-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5199488975191081726</id><published>2008-03-17T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:11:02.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slow reaction.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This post is specially dedicated to you only. To let you know that it wasn't Huipeng that told _____ things that you "said". If you want to scold then scold me for telling _____ that you said those things. Huipeng didn't even know that I was going to tell ____ about what you "said". And for God's sake don't scold my friend "fucking" or whatever. I know it is your freedom of speech but have you even thought how she would feel after reading what you said? Your anger makes people feel bad. . Maybe you will just say that if we don't like it then don't go to your blog. Its the same thing. News travels. You feel that we're trying to break you and her up. The point is we don't even have that thought in our mind. What good gains will we get if we break your friendship with her? I have a friendship with her. Huipeng also has a friendship with her. And if you want to compare how long we all know each other well I can tell you that we've both known ____ longer than you did. But its not exactly the amount of time we all know each other that matters. It is how we clearly we know each other. How we understand our friend. I guess if we both drop into the sea she'll probably save you because she loves you as a friend. I know I'm naggy. If your friendship with her is strong enough it wouldn't break so easily just by something said by normal friend compared to you who knows her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Oh ya. What happens between you and her is your own problem. What you say to Huipeng is also your own problem. But just take it that I'm a busybody that don't like people saying negative things about my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And and and, why are you so agitated if you didn't say/do anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PEACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5199488975191081726?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5199488975191081726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5199488975191081726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5199488975191081726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5199488975191081726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-post-is-specially-dedicated-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6172760225184209008</id><published>2008-03-13T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:36:16.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from Dnt after 4 hours. The lesson was interesting but yesterday's was more fun. Today's lesson was only attended by me and JingChee. Xueli and Nana fell sick. When we told Mr Loh I looked at us as though we were lying. But of course not. They were really sick from their voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This morning I woke up 1/4 frozen and drag my whole body out of bed to the toilet. Then while walking to the toilet I became 1/2 frozen. Then I rushed and went to meet JingChee outside school. 3/4 frozen due to the cold weather. Saluted Boss and off we go in to school. Then on the way to the workshop JingChee kept complaining how hungry she was. We saw Amos. It was at that "wonderful" moment that I became completely frozen. Guess who I saw. Our wonderful Mosy then threw a freaking look-alike grasshopper or cricket or what you call that towards JingChee. And then the next moment the building comes collapsing down. Nah... She just screamed so loudly like there's no tomorrow. After that we went for Dnt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The teacher. Mr David. With his tight shirt and tight pants. And La Coste shoes... He taught us about Design Process, blah blah blah... It just can't seem to get into my big fat head... So me and JingChee talked throughout the lesson and about 9.30am we left for Physic. Luckily I went. Because I forgot quite alot of things for Physics. And then JingChee screamed again because Sam threw the ugly creature at her. Then it was my turn to get a shock. Tan JingChee used that ugly creature and "bua" my arm. At first I thought it was her nails. But it turns out to be that thing... Eeeww. We went back for Dnt after the 10 minutes break. Then we watched a video about a rubbish bin. Then talked awhile more and went home. On the way home my shoes were soaked. STOP THE RAIN!!! Although I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now here I am, blogging and nagging. I'm becoming more and more naggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6172760225184209008?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6172760225184209008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6172760225184209008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6172760225184209008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6172760225184209008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-dnt-after-4-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5143788487815225708</id><published>2008-03-12T12:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:34:30.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After reading Michelle's blog I feel all "charged up". Seriously, its been so long since people told me something close to positive. And also Xueli told me that I still have time. I still have half a year. I shouldn't give up even until the last second. Because I won't lose everything when I lose. But I will lose everything when I give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't think I'll be locking him up. I don't want him to become a prisoner of my heart. All I have to do is to keep an image of him in my mind and heart and that will keep me cosy for as long as I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; him. And its like after so long I still don't know whether I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;him. Never mind. All I know is that he matters to a lot to me. Really a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I think I better stop here. Suddenly I feel like answering the sms of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I love my sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; / &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eeyore&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5143788487815225708?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5143788487815225708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5143788487815225708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5143788487815225708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5143788487815225708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-reading-michelles-blog-i-feel-all.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7163258680173493988</id><published>2008-03-12T12:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:07:00.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Have fun &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7163258680173493988?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7163258680173493988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7163258680173493988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7163258680173493988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7163258680173493988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/have-fun-eeyore.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8975691261581497643</id><published>2008-03-12T12:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:00:40.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh oh oh... And Happy Birthday to Ching Mei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And and and, Happy 7 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8975691261581497643?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8975691261581497643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8975691261581497643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8975691261581497643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8975691261581497643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1170302647796904519</id><published>2008-03-12T11:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:04:30.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from school after Dnt. Had Design Rete. Was fun. But we were late for lesson so we told the teacher that we thought that it would only start at 9.30am. But we knew very clearly that it would start at 9am. Forget it. At least we learnt something there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night I keep hearing and seeing the name&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eeyore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; online and even talking on the phone with feifei. And I realised something about his birthday. Probably 5 years ago while he was celebrating his birthday happily somewhere in the world or what, my Grandmother passed away. Coincidence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tan Jing Chee tried talking to me using Boss account trying hard to make me believe that she is Boss. Unfortunately I didn't fall for it. Because Boss suddenly come and talk to me very weird. So Jing Chee, think!!! Ah ha... Stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I know that somewhere in the world there will be my soulmate. But right now I guess that this person living in my heart is my supposingly right guy. Somehow he is just so perfect that I can't help thinking that he is my Mr Right. And its just that this Mr Right's Miss Right isn't me. But I'll just face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我对你的感觉也不会回头.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1170302647796904519?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1170302647796904519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1170302647796904519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1170302647796904519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1170302647796904519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-school-after-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-2384693683635828079</id><published>2008-03-12T01:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:06:08.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just came back from the movies. I watched The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep. Was touching. And the creature in it was super cute. Only thing was that it looks slimy. I wouldn't dare to touch it if it was in front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't take my dinner but I drank a whole bottle of milk plus a packet of chips. Dinner settled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel that what I wrote in my post is so true. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;放弃也是一种喜欢&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll keep him in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where he'll feel warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;He'll live there until the day that I find a new tenant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I guess that he's a permanent resident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sleep tight &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eeyore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-2384693683635828079?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/2384693683635828079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=2384693683635828079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2384693683635828079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/2384693683635828079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-came-back-from-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5111319222628436977</id><published>2008-03-11T18:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:57:05.705+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love carrys on.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I hereby declare that I've completed 鬥牛要不要 at 6.22 pm today... And yesterday morning I finally completed The Last Vampire. And now... I have a super big project to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I seriously think that I'm very lucky. I learnt how to fold an origami after my sister taught me how to fold it only once. Thank God I'm able to learn quite fast. If not I'm dead meat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After spending so much time watching 鬥牛要不要 and reading The Last Vampire, I learnt somethings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From 鬥牛要不要 I learnt that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;六球定输赢，还有最后一粒。不要放弃。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;输赢不重要，重要的是大家在一起！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;放手也是一种喜欢。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From The Last Vampire I learnt that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vampires are sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Some of them live so long that they are even sick of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;From both stories I can conclude that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;True Love really does exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I might just change my thinking one day. And maybe one day I'll get stake in my heart and forget him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PengPeng told me last night, Don't Cry Because It's Over, But Smile Because It Happened. It helped her alot. It helped me too. I'm happy that I had the chance to be close to him before. Although it might not have meant a single thing to him, but it meant the whole world to me. I smile at the memories that I once had. I cried because I know that it won't happened again. He made it clear. I smile at my foolishness and really recalled what PengPeng told me. Then again, I smile that it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out soon with PengPeng to smile because it happened. I promise that I'll do my homework when I get home. Afterall, I'm taking my O's this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;One thousand... I'm coming!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll continue loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It just gets stronger day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Although I know this is single-sided,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because loving you is a joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5111319222628436977?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5111319222628436977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5111319222628436977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5111319222628436977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5111319222628436977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hereby-declare-that-ive-completed-at.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7259098421052862461</id><published>2008-03-10T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:02:03.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fed up.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I seriously dislike that B.I.T.C.H. Unlike Mr Thong, she simply sucks. She puts words into my mouth and trys to shut me up. And hey B.I.T.C.H, stop trying to use big words to scare me. Apparently your words ain't scary at all. Count yourself lucky that Mr Thong is helping you. You keep emphasising your position as the one in-charge. So what if you're educated? YOU ARE FREAKING UNHELPFUL. Stop saying that its not within your concern or my concern. You can just tell me straight that you don't want to help. You don't have to beat around the bush. And you dare say that I'm the person wasting your faeces time. You are the one wasting my time. I was supposed to be back in my classroom within 5 mins. And you held me back. And thanks to you, I lost one lesson of geography. You're the female version of Mas Selamat. Hold it. He's a terrorist. You're a terror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;K.I.S.S.M.Y.A.S.S.B.I.T.C.H.= Terror kissing my beautiful ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to 802 after school to make something for my section. Will be giving it to them tomorrow... And I will be going to the beach tomorrow with PengPeng. YEAH YEAH YEAH!!! I miss the beach. Going to have a picnic at night... I'm thinking of walking home to Tampines tomorrow. Will that be possible??? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, B.I.T.C.H, you're cunning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7259098421052862461?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7259098421052862461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7259098421052862461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7259098421052862461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7259098421052862461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-seriously-dislike-that-b.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8051787611139201968</id><published>2008-03-08T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:57:48.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Just came home. And now I'm enjoying a cup of ice coffee and talking to Jojo and blogging. He's so nice. I just asked him to get me a amulet if he's going to Japan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm still missing my section...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I realised that the girls are writing notes to each other on their blogs. So I shall follow the trend. But not exactly. Just something from my heart. And a part of it will be for my section peeps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Michelle: Take care of your backbone and don't get sick. If anyone makes you angry tell me. I'll go and scold that person ( if it's me then forget it.). Study hard and play hard. Don't be lazy. And also, don't worry. If got terrorist kidnap you, I'll save you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;JingChee: Thanks for always lending me your shoulders to lean on. You maybe one of the younger girl among us, I still treat you as "da-jie". I think its because you're one of the strongest girl that I've ever met. You cheer me up when I feeling down. I'm sorry I fail to cheer you up when you're feeling down. But I will still try my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;XueLi: It will be 7 months this coming Wednesday. Time really flys. Very quickly. And soon our O'levels will be coming. Although recently we're not that close, I still love you as much as in the past.( this sentence very les...but its true.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I hope that you're last long with Didi and good luck for your Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#999999;"&gt;Nana: I'm praying very hard that nothing bad will happen. I really really don't want anything to happen. Just last long with him and study hard. You're improving already. Don't stop half way. I believe in you. God bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;To him: I'll continue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To Jie: Thanks for your encouragement and thanks for accompanying me in class. You're my great buddy. And thanks for teaching me. And also...find a Jie-fu for me quickly. And and stop laughing at me when I lift my head up when you said his name. Its was just coincidence. And and and, stop sleeping and stop "fainting".( your fainting looks like you've got stroke. ) Your acting sucks. But you never fail to make me laugh (sometimes). Lastly, thanks for giving me the honour of listening to your singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;To my son: You are not my real son but still I take care of you as my real son. Practising motherhood in advance. Only thing is that I don't breast-feed. Okay. I better not be so horny if not I'll get scolded by you again. Just want to let you know is that, even though we're not that close anymore, I still care about you. So do the other girls. So can you stop smoking? Its very bad for your health and also it makes you stinky. Just take care of yourself and be a good boy. Study hard. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To all my boy-friends: Thanks for always quarrelling with me. It was fun. Good luck for your Os if you're taking it this year or the years to come. Good luck for your Ns if you're taking it this year or the years to come. And last long with your gf if you have and good luck if you don't, hope you'll find your princess. Study hard and play hard. Hope to have another chalet at the end of this year at Aloha 16. Love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;To my section peeps:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PengPeng: We've officially steped down!!! Its sad. But still we're still alive and kicking. We can go back for band if we want to. Anyways just want to let you know that if you need a shoulder to cry on, look for me. I'm available 24/7. If you want someone to join you in bashing people, count me in. Whatever it is, Friends for Life. Good luck for NBC. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Vyan: Thanks for teaching me from the day I joined band. You're like a big sister to me. I often think that you're older than PengPeng... And thanks for taking good care of me and playing with me all these years. We've all gone through "wind wind rain rain" together I think thats why we're all so close. Good luck for NBC. Once again, I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Syahrin: Your laughter is scary but funny. Your jokes are lame but funny in another way. You say stupid things that will make me laugh the whole day. Your actions are hilarious. You are like a little brother to me... But at times you are so scary as a major. But thats your job. You've done well. Thanks for the laughter you brought to me. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Faris: My twin bitch. I guess among all my juniors you're the closest to me. I'll miss the "eye contact" that we always make during combine. I'll miss the way you call me bitch and how I'll appreciate it with a thanks. Your lame joke are funny like Syahrin's in the same way. You're a clone of Mr bean. And I don't see why you love Britney so much when she's a nut case. She flashes her "pear-pear" to the media. So much for being your wife. I think it must be you that caused her insanity. Whatever. Take good care of the band and especially our section. Be more strict. And stop smiling when you're facing the band. And also, the laughter of our section is all in your hands. Train someone of the next batch to take over you in future or else the section will die of boredom. Good luck for NBC. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YangYang: I just hope that you'll buck up and get into main band. I know that it isn't easy. But just work hard and the results will be good. Remember : Sucess only goes to those who are too busy to be looking for it. Please know that you have to be busy working hard on playing your sax. And don't give Kelly any trouble. Help her out if possible. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Calvin: You have always been bickering with me. Good job! Its was entertaining. I'll miss those days. Hope that you'll continuously come for band practice. Don't skip it. You're a good player but that doesn't mean that there is no room for improvement. You still can improve... Aiya... Just work hard and help Kelly. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kelly: HOHOHO!!! The section is now in your hands. You MUST be as strict and fierce like Vyan. If you help ask Faris, Yangyang or Calvin. If they don't want to help you, ask Vyan the "bigtime gangster". Joking. Bring love and laughter to the section and make it into a happy family. Good luck for NBC. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Angelene: Stop those tears. You look autistic when I first saw you. And after that I realised that you're actually quite talkative but soft-spoken. Learn how to talk loudly, or else you won't be able to score well for your oral. Help Kelly out in managing the section. You can do it!!! Good luck for NBC. Love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The little little juniors: Welcome once again to our section. Please ALWAYS come for band punctually. Though  I don't really know you all yet, I hope that you all can work hard in playing your sax. It won't be easy at first, but as the time goes, you will start to find that sax is one of the easiest instrument in the whole band. So take care of yourself and your sax. And don't give any trouble to Kelly. Or else... Never mind. Love you all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8051787611139201968?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8051787611139201968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8051787611139201968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8051787611139201968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8051787611139201968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-came-home.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3263411221746197439</id><published>2008-03-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:29:54.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is a super memorable day for me and other sec 4s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Firstly, I love my section. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Secondly, I love my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thirdly, I love my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fourthly, I love the numbness in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lastly, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After looking at the photos that Vyan sent to me, I feel like crying even more. Even though I told Kelly not to cry. I just feel that our happy family is physically torn apart. I know its not that serious because we still can go back for band prac. I love the presents that they gave. I love the card that Angelene made. Even though she asked me not to read the card, I read it before she said it. I love the card Kelly made. Even though its very small, I still love it. I love the card Faris made for me. Even though I was called BITCH in it I still love it. And finally for today, I found out who is Fatris. He is Daniel's cousin. And I've been talking to him all this while and I just found out his name and that he is my sax junior. He is sooooo cute. Just like a teddy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh...and also, I love my sax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3263411221746197439?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3263411221746197439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3263411221746197439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3263411221746197439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3263411221746197439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-super-memorable-day-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1845201767831196171</id><published>2008-03-06T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:37:52.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Get A Life HuiLi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My life seems to be all about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1845201767831196171?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1845201767831196171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1845201767831196171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1845201767831196171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1845201767831196171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/get-life-huili-my-life-seems-to-be-all.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1001491206472584299</id><published>2008-03-06T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:17:27.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally know whats going on. How I wished that I could just turn back time to just before you all told me about this matter. But still thanks for telling me and not keeping me in the dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;This thing may seem trivial to you but its not to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lesssons in class today was fun. Went to Michelle's house after that to make this blogskin. Thanks to Xueli Da-jie. I tried out the " What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning? " Its not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Sia Hui Li Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, had been quite bad with so many things bothering me. I just feel that God is playing a big prank on my life. God, choose someone else please. How I wish I could just become a coward then go and die. Its very irritating to have this thought in my mind. Its simply sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone asks me, when will you give up. Why not give up now? Do you think there will be a happy ending?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I gave up wanting to be his partner. I do not want to or see the need to or can give up my feelings for him. Even I've watched the preview of this show and I know that it won't be a happy ending, I don't mind. Seriously, I don't mind. As long as he is happy I'm fine with that. I'm not trying to be magnanimous or what. Its just that I can't change these facts. So I might as well accept them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps: To him. I don't know how you feel. But please don't feel irritated. Because I did not sexual harass you at all. You can hate me for all you want. I can't control you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;你觉得很烦，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;但我比你更烦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不能死心。&lt;br /&gt;如果心死，&lt;br /&gt;我会死。&lt;br /&gt;天上的星星，&lt;br /&gt;代表我对你的思念。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1001491206472584299?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1001491206472584299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1001491206472584299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1001491206472584299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1001491206472584299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-finally-know-whats-going-on.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8041441826707601722</id><published>2008-02-24T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:37:48.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm so tired. But I can't sleep. I feel a sense of guilt for treating her like this. And I also feel ****** up but what she said. Frustation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How I wish none of this was happening. And can God be kinder to me and let me rest for awhile longer if not bestow to me my prince charming? But still I hope that I will be able to survive through this thing. Getting sick of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I yearn for you day and night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I'm troubled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I get tempted to look for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;to ask you to help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But no matter what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fantasizing is what I feed on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8041441826707601722?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8041441826707601722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8041441826707601722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8041441826707601722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8041441826707601722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-1986984072113029453</id><published>2008-02-23T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T19:04:24.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I feel so sorry for you. And sorries to my friends. I admit to my stupidity. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-1986984072113029453?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/1986984072113029453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=1986984072113029453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1986984072113029453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/1986984072113029453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-feel-so-sorry-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-877168291082909200</id><published>2008-02-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:33:27.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And by the way, stop violating people's piracy unless they are aware of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-877168291082909200?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/877168291082909200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=877168291082909200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/877168291082909200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/877168291082909200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-by-way-stop-violating-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-8211839138884521490</id><published>2008-02-23T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:25:21.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you suck.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Its been so long since I've blogged. Never mind the things written on her blog. I'm contradicting myself. I seriously do mind all those remarks. You can go ahead and mock at people's action but have you ever thought that just by mocking at people's action on your blog you hurt them. You put hurtful remarks on your blog and just sit in front of your computer screen and type out that you had already predicted what I'm going to say. You know. But for now, I don't know who are you anymore. Your mockery has triggered unhappiness. Your childishness of doing these things will bring you unpleasant stuff. Stop your hypocrisy. You should just go back to kindergarten where your level of childishness has company. All I can say its I'm stupid to trust you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Thats it. Time changes everyone. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, we had a somehow or rather relaxing week. The first 3 days of the week, was workshop, workshop and workshop. I wasn't feeling that right on Monday and I think its probably the hangover of Sunday's drinking. Just by a person's talking is enough to create an imaginary storm in my mind. And thankfully, the workshop even had this creative thinking of wanting us to write our negative thoughts on a balloon and bursting it. In the end it didn't help for me, instead it the "cage of bad memories". The more balloons burst the more they came. Well leaving the classroom was the only thing I could do as I couldn't possibly be asking them to stop their fun time. At that time, I just want to thank Mrs Shankar and Pohling for helping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Second day was fine and I can't remember. But I only remembered that Xueli and Nana weren't there in school. And me and Michelle was like preparing *****'s present with the others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The third day was fine too and also I can't remember much of it. But I recalled doing some group work and having some pizzas then studying at mac after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On Thursday, it was Samson's birthday plus Chemistry Term Assessment. Chemistry was like okay okay... If only I had worked harder. Then we had C.I.P talk. And sexuality talk. Was scolded by *** ******* in the hall for reading a book while she's yanking away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;On Friday, we went to Golden Pines Block 827A located not far away from our school. My group went up to the eighth storey and we ask whether the elderly needed our assistance. One friendly old lady allowed us to enter her apartment. We had a conversation going. My goodness, she's 84. She's been through World War Two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well today was just as boring as ever. And finally the sec one camp ended. And finally I'd finish reading the book that Choon Han lent to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Happy super belated birthday to Xueli, Vyvyan, Jeremy, Huayang and Samson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I glad that he's back home and safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-8211839138884521490?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/8211839138884521490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=8211839138884521490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8211839138884521490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/8211839138884521490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-so-long-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7770668591281824928</id><published>2008-02-15T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:39:07.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND HAPPY TOTAL DEFENCE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND HAPPY ADVANCED BIRTHDAY WISHES TO MY MOMMY. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7770668591281824928?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7770668591281824928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7770668591281824928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7770668591281824928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7770668591281824928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-happy-total-defence-day-and-and.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-3899734862701354093</id><published>2008-02-15T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:36:43.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally. Last night, we girls talked. And totally no tears involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And for the the first time in many months, I felt so happy. He came back for school. Thanks God for taking care of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Laughter, hello!!! Nice to meet you again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My true laughter comes from you and for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-3899734862701354093?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/3899734862701354093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=3899734862701354093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3899734862701354093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/3899734862701354093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7438998021789636593</id><published>2008-02-14T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:55:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, Happy valentine day. Thanks to those that gave me a present and also thanks to those that wished me happy valentine day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyways, the only thing I want to say in this post is that, everyone change for a particular reason or for more reasons. You may think that I'm talking cock, but what I've said was carefully phrased already to avoid offending people. If you want to say bye bye, then "thats all folks". And also, I'm somehow or another "condemned" for saying things. Do you mean to say that I don't have the freedom of speech? Thats all right. Have you ever thought of being the one always left behind? You have not only left one person behind. You left more than that. I've lost you. I hope this is only for temporary and not permanently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We're just very close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This demotion in relationship,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope, its temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our hearts aren't together anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7438998021789636593?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7438998021789636593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7438998021789636593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7438998021789636593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7438998021789636593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/ladies-and-gentlemen-happy-valentine.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-4601259887751874167</id><published>2008-02-07T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:20:23.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm feeling so empty right now. Although its the Chinese New Year, I can't feel the New Year mood that I'm supposed to have every year. It very weird. Maybe its just that too many things happened and I'm not into the New Year mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I'm losing mymind soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't be able to get a glimpse of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are like my bread and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are like oxygen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are the special one in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-4601259887751874167?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/4601259887751874167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=4601259887751874167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4601259887751874167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/4601259887751874167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-feeling-so-empty-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-5058022578379291725</id><published>2008-02-04T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:40:37.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm super happy and super sad. I failed my Math TA and passed my History TA without any re-test. Nothing much interesting happened today. Only thing was that Nana didn't come to school. It was like sooo boring. Never mind. Something even more heartbreaking, Michelle's leaving tonight. I'll miss you michelle. Oh... I'm missing you already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Today we were supposed to have geography lesson after school. But ended up, we didn't see Mr Koh. So we just left. While waiting, we joked around. And Raizen the blonde entertained us with "his" story at Tampines Mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After that went to 813 then went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I waited and waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It never came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy tales don't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-5058022578379291725?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/5058022578379291725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=5058022578379291725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5058022578379291725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/5058022578379291725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-super-happy-and-super-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-6778518988752769138</id><published>2008-02-04T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:44:24.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just miss you so suddenly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It warms my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-6778518988752769138?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/6778518988752769138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=6778518988752769138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6778518988752769138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/6778518988752769138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-miss-you-so-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1303964936173894315.post-7768774594349274270</id><published>2008-02-03T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:20:05.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;I remembered. Last week, I had a dream of you. The nicest one ever since things started to mess up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;I dreamt of a scene in the classroom where you seated in front-right side of me. Then you ask me for something. And I passed it to you. If I'm not wrong, you wanted to borrow my stapler. ( I don't bring any to school. ) Then you said thanks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;When I woke up, I felt that my day was going to be alright. I get to catch a glimpse of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;Such things only happen in dreams and not reality. A single word from you is enough. But this is just a fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1303964936173894315-7768774594349274270?l=siahuili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/feeds/7768774594349274270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1303964936173894315&amp;postID=7768774594349274270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7768774594349274270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1303964936173894315/posts/default/7768774594349274270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siahuili.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-remembered.html' title=''/><author><name>misery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17986942140301820012</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
