<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740</id><updated>2011-08-13T00:07:16.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleeting Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6147456524294913260</id><published>2011-08-12T23:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:07:16.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It's been a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I can tell, I'm better from the last time I left off. I was pretty torn up about it for a long time. Oh, well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sometimes, you just need the right people to remind you there's more to life than what you were stuck in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But depending on one person to the other, that's not the way it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Unfortunately, that's the only way I know how to cope with it. Is it a good thing? Is it good to hope for something that would never be achieved? The utmost impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Does changing yourself for someone give a better outcome than learning more for someone? To impress someone? 'Cause if I were to be myself, would I lose my chance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why can't I let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Why can't I get over it.&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/8728682479003177740-6147456524294913260?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6147456524294913260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6147456524294913260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6147456524294913260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6147456524294913260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2016785463117584306</id><published>2010-06-28T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T20:51:39.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling empty right now... Today so many things have gone from bad to worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess this day is gonna be marked for a long time... And it's not likely I'll forget about it for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is only one thing that brought me up, even though I'm still drilling myself deeper into the ground. Even if I didn't make it, two other important people to me did...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-2016785463117584306?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2016785463117584306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2016785463117584306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2016785463117584306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2016785463117584306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2010/06/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-4857309671081292908</id><published>2010-02-08T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:08:54.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get away from me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so it's time for an update. I haven't blogged in a while, and it seems so uninteresting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, the latest happening I can think of it the show "Glee". Yes, everyone likes "Glee". Everyone is happy when they watch "Glee". We love "Glee". "Glee" is like, seriously, like, the best show, like, ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Vomits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puh-lease... Like there aren't enough shows that are based of the lives of American high school kids... I personally think it's disgusting... It's so typical, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; sleeps with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; gets pregnant, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;also fools around with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; fools around with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;He 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, then we later assume that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; She 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; has so many partners(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;He 1, He 2, He 3, He 4,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; etc...) that there is a possibility that the whole school is involved with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and back to the main story; then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s boyfriend, who is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, finds out that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is pregnant and the whole world crumbles down, and at the same time, is trying to fight off other girls' advances and then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; wants to make up for causing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to get pregnant, and does stupid things, all of which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; is smart enough to say no to, and there is pretty much what I've watched until. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Too typical, and it's so darn obvious that if you don't break your celibacy vow, you obviously wouldn't get pregnant! Especially if you were the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;President&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; of said club. That's just stupid and from a friend, and I quote, "Are people stupid...?" End quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But other than the stupid, dramatic plot, the singing and dancing is quite nice, and some episodes, or rather the ones that I've seen, they kind of touch the hearts of people, such as one where deaf students perform for them, and the sing a really inspiring song... Okay, not really sing, but they perform it through sign language, and one of the people actually practice speaking it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;You May Say I'm A Dreamer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;                         But I'm Not The Only One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;                         I Hope Someday You Will Join Us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;                         In The World We'll Live As One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The song's called "Imagine", and the lyrics are pretty cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song that I totally can't stop listening to is "Defying Gravity" by Idina Menzel. Well, for this, I have to thank "Glee" for it. A really nice song! It's so girl-power-ey, and it feels good when you're singing the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of girl-power-ey songs, another one is "According To You" by Orianthi. Her guitar skills are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and this song is pretty amazing. It's true how some guys totally think that their girlfriends and stuff like "stupid, useless, can't do anything right, boring, moody", as written in the song... Well, I can't say that it's the same for ALL guys, but most of them are pig-headed asses, who are so insensitive and desensitized to others' feelings and emotions... Not just girls', mind you, but even other guys. Like, what the hell, grow up, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm talking about someone in particular. You can't force people to do what they don't want to do. Unlike you, people have something called a "life". You know, it's where you go out, and socialize with many, and I emphasize on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;people, not just one but many, and if they say that they can't commit to a simple thing such as going out, seriously, forget it and move on! You know what moving on means? To go forward, not backward and cling onto others like they're your life support. Seriously, you wouldn't DIE without these people. At the same time, you're just making yourself look stupid, selfish and ignorant! And don't you DARE ever to degrade others due to your own manipulative, pea-brained, narrow-minded ignorance and your bratty attitude, because you don't know what it does to people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puh-lease, apologies can only take you so far. Imagine this is what I feel when others are affected, so imagine if it really happened to me. So, to you, stop being a wimp and buck up, lose the shitty attitude, THEN maybe I'll see if you're worth mentioning again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I feel better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get your hopes up, bucko. You're still no good in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-4857309671081292908?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/4857309671081292908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=4857309671081292908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4857309671081292908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4857309671081292908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2010/02/okay-so-its-time-for-update.html' title='Get away from me...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6268810008081071466</id><published>2010-01-17T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:21:32.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I very recently stumbled upon a rant of a good friend of mine, and I can tell you that I have never felt so bad in my entire life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually, I'm the one sitting here and laughing at the suckers that were involved in whatever it was, but now that it's happening to me, I wonder if there's someone who thinks that I'm one of those suckers... I didn't think properly, and I was being selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know that once you promise someone something, you can't go back on it... I tried my best all the time to not go against my promises, but it seems that it came back and bit me in the ass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I think about it, even though it came to me like a lightning bolt, it may hurt me in the short-run, and I'd be the one 'suffering' at this point in time, what would happen if I hadn't stumbled upon that rant? To be more specific, since this is about money, material goods, something that God has repeatedly taught us not to hold on to, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If this promise made hurts my pocket, and if I'd broken it, imagine what it will do to our friendship in the long-run...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so ashamed of myself, that I was the one who pushed, and wanted to give. It was all on me, and it was my choice. May this be a lesson to me... God gave us people the spirit of graciousness and forgiveness, where we choose to give grace and forgive, and I hope that she may do the same for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so sorry... You have no idea how sorry I am... I'm no better than a liar and a thief... &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/8728682479003177740-6268810008081071466?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6268810008081071466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6268810008081071466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6268810008081071466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6268810008081071466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2010/01/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5382354828317039886</id><published>2009-11-06T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:18:35.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, okay, last one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Take care, my baby brother! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drink lots of water, get plenty of rest, and don't stress! Don't stay up so late drooling over guitars and the like. I still have to sleep on that bed, y'know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Exams are over for you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll come back and cheer loud and proud for you when you're on stage, mm'kay? *MUACKS!!!* *SQUEEEEEEEEEEZE* *Pinch cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-5382354828317039886?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5382354828317039886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5382354828317039886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5382354828317039886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5382354828317039886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/11/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3280861048890018854</id><published>2009-11-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:13:22.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whee, song list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin McCarley - Pony, Pitter-Pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fuel - Shimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gwen Stefani - The Real Thing (Slow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Megumi Ida - Tsuki No Akari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mami Kawada - Asu E No Namida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owl City - Fireflies, Hot Air Balloon, Hello Seattle (Remix), Meteor Shower, Dear Vienna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so yeah, that's my song list for now... But other than A-Levels, I've been getting completely distracted by:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Sims 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GRANADO ESPADA: THE MASQUERADE!!! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When A-Levels are over, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; can stop me from playing GE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mandy's new curling iron (don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;NEW MOON!!!!!!!!!! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MUST, MUST, MUST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WATCH!!! 3rd December in SG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Panicking over A-Levels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Woe is me, my life now revolves around A-Levels... I can't do anything without considering how it will affect my A-Level studying time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;CHIONG AHHHH!!!&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/8728682479003177740-3280861048890018854?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3280861048890018854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3280861048890018854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3280861048890018854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3280861048890018854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-songs.html' title='New songs'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-7610440994096178094</id><published>2009-11-06T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:03:26.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A-LEVEL FEVER!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so I haven't blogged in, like, forever! But you can't fault me! I'm an A-Level student! And it scares the hell out of me... So what have I been doing on hiatus for the past......... 4 months and 2 weeks? This has what's been on my mind:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 months and 2 weeks to A-levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 months and 1 week to A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;4 months to A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 months and 3 weeks to A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 months and 2 weeks to A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 months and 1 week to A-levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3 months to A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A-LEVELS NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!! SCREAM IN HORROR AND TERROR, AND RUN INTO WALLS AND KNOCK YOURSELF OUT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much what I've been doing for the past 5 months or so... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-7610440994096178094?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/7610440994096178094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=7610440994096178094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7610440994096178094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7610440994096178094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/11/level-fever.html' title='A-LEVEL FEVER!!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2572189316758823337</id><published>2009-06-20T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:10:10.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I just dropped down dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think anyone would notice...&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/8728682479003177740-2572189316758823337?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2572189316758823337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2572189316758823337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2572189316758823337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2572189316758823337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/06/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5332216288221976337</id><published>2009-06-19T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T00:24:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This may seem a little out of character for me, but after a long heart-to-heart chat with my brother, it seems that there are some things that he didn't get that my sister and I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not as hopeless as you think you are. You may be confused and upset over everything that's going on around you, but know that this may be what God is trying to test you on. But I won't encourage you on God's terms, because everyone else is doing that, but I'm encouraging you on as a sister, not a fellow Christian. I have watched you grow, from day one, and the past one and a half years has made it difficult for me to see how far you've gotten. Sometimes, I blame myself for not treating you the way I should have. Would you have turned out like this if I hadn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's hard for you to accept a lot of things now, especially since you're always alone at home and I'm not there to take care of you, even if you are 16 years old already. Even though there are worse people out there, I don't care, because you're my brother, and always know that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, okay? Even if the rest of the world doesn't seem like they do, I am here for you, okay? You can talk to me anytime you want, even if I'm in school, okay? As your sister, I'm here to reassure you and to spoil you, especially now since you're not feeling as if anyone cares, except the church. I can safely tell you that church can only do so much to help you. Family &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;more important than that, and I'm feeling upset that you let it feel this way. You can change yourself, but the world can't change for you. You're growing up, and you can't stay the way you are anymore. You're not the only one who feels like this, and I'm sure there is someone else going through a similar trying time. But just because you are 16 doesn't make you an adult, that you can do or say anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been taught better than this, and what you said to me was indeed wrong, but I know you just need an outlet for that anger and hurt. Take a look at yourself, before you judge others. I know you may not like it, but see how your attitude towards other people can affect them. Imagine acting that same way in church. Do you think people will be happy? You can always find superficial love in other people's children, and other people's families. But what about your own? What about us? What about me? You're being very selfish, thinking that your own parents are keeping you from what you want. But do you in all honesty deserve it? Don't let their actions be just a cover up for your own mistakes. Ask yourself, what have you done to deserve an electric guitar? Don't be upset about what I am saying, because I feel that even though, yes, mum and dad may be wrong to a certain extent, but how long can you keep blaming them? Are you saying that they wasted their time on you? Are you saying that they never cared about you when you grew up? Have you given them a chance to speak about how they feel instead of it being about you the whole time? I know you better than that. Do you think they deserve your hot temper if they're trying to help you make it? You may not like it, but everyone has to make sacrifices if they want to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this to scold you, nor to reprimand you. After hearing two sides of the story, I can safely say that both sides are to blame. Yes, I will try to defend you as much as I can, but that can only go so far. I cannot guarantee that I'll always be here to help you and help you through any trouble, but know that in the end, you're still my brother, and I have a job as an older sister to reassure you in whatever you do. You're growing older, not younger. I hope that you have the wisdom to choose wisely. In whatever you do, in school, in church, you can't have everything all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you can't sit down and study. I think that's just an excuse. I am no different. I'm giving myself excuses to prevent myself from doing what I should be doing. Instead, I'm making myself fall deeper into my own failure. If that's what you think mum and dad have been, think also of yourself and the people who have brought you up. Does that make me as much of a failure? If you feel this way even now, do you think that the church is also failing to teach you what you try so hard to teach others? Then you are the hypocrite. If you still harbor these feelings, no matter how wrong or how regretful they may be, then you are just being hypocritical, not practicing what you teach, not walking the talk. Start small. Don't hope for big things that you think you might be able to achieve. Start with yourself. I'll be frank with you, start with your temperament. Your short temper has affected a lot of people. Your life is then affected, because you've closed off your mind. You refuse to listen to those who are supposed to be closest to you, and you lash back out at them. I say this again, I have to blame both sides, because your actions only fuel the magnitude of others' advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have been wrong in saying some things to encourage you to talk about others in spite. That should not be the way, no matter how you are feeling. You can't hate someone who has in the end done nothing to you. It is your own screwed up misconception that keeps leading you to think the way you do now. Don't let it rule your judgment of others. I am both disappointed in you and emphatic for you. I wish I could've stayed back to take care of you, even in this time. There may be times where you feel like all we do is hold you back. But would you listen if I told you that I went down the similar route? If I did, would you value my words more than others, those who you seem to think don't understand what's going on in your life? We may not understand fully, but we are here to listen, especially me. You may not always be right, and neither will I, but you have to grow up and accept the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you do not do well, it doesn't mean that we're kicking you out of the house, or disowning you from the family. We may not show it enough, you may have been unhappy with us for not spending enough time with you,  but do you think mum would have left to work so early if she had known that you would have trouble now? She has complete confidence in each and every one of us, that we'll all pull through no matter what. We can't keep being angry at each other, this will only turn everyone against you, and I don't think that's what you want in a family. We have to be there for each other all the time, and even if we don't say it at all, our actions can speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my little brother, you are the youngest in the family, and you have so much ahead of you. Don't let anything slow you down. You may feel lacking in the love a family is supposed to have, but thinking that way also hurts me, as a sister. I feel as if I have not done enough to ensure you that even if we're far apart, you're still my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one and only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brother, and I love you for it, no matter how many times I forget to show it. Understand that and remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy (belated) birthday, and I'll see you when I come home, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8728682479003177740-5332216288221976337?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5332216288221976337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5332216288221976337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5332216288221976337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5332216288221976337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaron.html' title='Aaron'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1712439616758213018</id><published>2009-05-11T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:17:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Since the other blog can't show it, for some stupid reason, the Mother's Day dedication goes out to:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUMMY! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the Precious Promises mothers (and those who have been like mothers to me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the mothers in SIBKL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aunty Amy (one of the most loving people I've known)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aunty Mimi (for putting up with my crap for the longest time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All my aunties related by blood (we're family, after all!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;ALL THE MOTHERS IN THE WORLD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-1712439616758213018?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1712439616758213018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1712439616758213018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1712439616758213018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1712439616758213018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/05/since-other-blog-cant-show-it-for-some.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day dedication'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2389468921999583680</id><published>2009-05-11T00:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:17:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, I haven't been blogging for a LONG time... A few things that I can't wait for:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The family's coming down next weekend to watch Stardust finals! I cna bring my baby brother around Singapore again! We'll go look for his guitar prices, eat at Soup Spoon, pig out on Mrs. Field's cookies, and buy his beloved Frutips, not available in Malaysia. And when he comes down in June again, we'll go on a baking spree! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PTA meeting this Friday... Not really terrified. It's just before Stardust, so we'll have to rush... Seriously, Ms. Xu will only need to see about 25 parents for Civics class, but as a subject tutor... MOM! YOU HAVE TO COME EARLY!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talentime - a guest performer... Still deliberating on what song to sing... Can't choose between two songs... That's always the hardest decision... Gah, I'll sing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; if I have to!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but DEFINITELY not least... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISTANT WORLDS : MUSIC FROM FINAL FANTASY CONCERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't wait for this concert! And guess what... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOBUO UEMATSU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IS GONNA BE THERE!!! Oh, gosh, this is so exciting... Wei Yi, you should thank God for this opportunity! I'm literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bouncing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; with excitement! AAAAAAH, CAN'T WAIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dedicated to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(List viewed in next post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You mothers are a blessing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and you are the strongest and most precious person in anyone's life, no matter what people say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Psalms 122:6 - May those who love you be secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/8728682479003177740-2389468921999583680?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2389468921999583680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2389468921999583680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2389468921999583680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2389468921999583680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-i-havent-been-blogging-for-long.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8823649639889926870</id><published>2009-03-07T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:34:21.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL FANTASY ORCHESTRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, OMG, OMG, OMG, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets for Distant Worlds Concert are only available for single seats!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!! I WANT TO GO SO BADLYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8728682479003177740-8823649639889926870?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8823649639889926870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8823649639889926870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8823649639889926870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8823649639889926870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-fantasy-orchestra.html' title='FINAL FANTASY ORCHESTRA'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-175655817751081169</id><published>2009-02-23T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T22:24:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued from Stomach Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Please read the post below first. Thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so much for personal information... And right beside me is my aunt... And she gave me this look, like, "What the hell? Are you pregnant?!" Seriously, dude... Pregnant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhh, yeah, whatever... &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, rant time. I just heard from a very reliable source.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Rant deleted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*End of rant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously... They exploit our own members when they haven't given us anything in return. We have friends in E-Club, we have semi-good relations with some of them, like a minority of them... But this still doesn't cover up the fact that I don't really like E-Club. Let me rephrase that... It doesn't cover up the face that I really don't like E-Club...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally, MUSIC TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BLACK MAGES!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Their music is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; awesome! I love their songs, they're so good. Of course, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobuo Uematsu&lt;/span&gt;, what other band is good! Come on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also two new songs I've been introduced to, one of which I'm totally hooked on:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Duncan Sheik - On A High (totally hooked on this song!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;New Kids On The Block - Click, Click, Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NKOTB is actually a good group. This song is really nice, too. It's the whole concept of the song, except the words are a little suggestive. But the whole feel of the song, just makes you want to move. And Duncan Sheik's song really gets you high! Oh, the irony...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I think I've said enough. This is a really long post... &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-175655817751081169?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/175655817751081169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=175655817751081169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/175655817751081169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/175655817751081169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/02/yeah-so-much-for-personal-information.html' title='Continued from Stomach Flu'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3604789287454878221</id><published>2009-02-23T20:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:10:34.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stomach Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ugh, the past weekend has been horrible... Screw that, the past &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; has been horrible... I'll start with the second week of school... There's this killer Math test... Yeah, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt; of all subjects... Well, the questions were basically Vectors, Differentiation, McLaurins' series... And we all know that Vectors is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge ass &lt;/span&gt;chapter... It's not even a chapter, it's like, three-in-one... Yeah, there's the whole line, plane and scalar/vector products... Okay, so maybe the line and product rule thingy isn't so bad, but the plane kills! Seriously... And not to be surprised, I failed it... Badly enough to go for remedial classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I miss out on one, because of some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;communication break down... So, yeah, being in the second year and all, our HOD decides to yell at all of those who miss this remedial in front of the whole school and residents surrounding the area. Which I think is f**king rude, 'cause some people have reasons. Like there was this one guy who claimed to get chicken pox, and he didn't produce an MC, so what did the HOD say? "You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" And he doesn't say it. He screams it, literally. Then he starts threatening us saying we'll be pushed back to first year, and bla, bla, bla... Yeah, so this same dude is trying to apologize to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; teacher, which I think was stupid of him, 'cause his MC expired like, the day before the remedial class, so he didn't have a  legitimate excuse. And this HOD of ours, stomps down the stairs from his high-and-mighty platform, and screams in this boy's face. Not that I blame the HOD, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really was&lt;/span&gt; being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, this pretty much started a whole weekend of stress and all. We had to call our parents/guardians and all, y'know, let them know about the situation, and to make things worse, the teachers called the parents &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. That's like rubbing salt on the wound, for both parties, meaning the students and the parents. Like, I mean, calling up your parents to tell them something like this already makes the parents upset, I even had a friend in tears. Poor girl. But I hope she's over it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, this brought along a lot of distress, my mom even had to come down from KL, to 'talk' to me, and to 'spend time' with me... Look how that turned out... It's like watching Korean drama series (not that I watch them, but from what I heard, you tend to cry, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;!)... Yeah, you basically get the idea. It was like watching that for 6 days straight. And it's really emotionally, mentally, and psychologically draining. I mean, yeah, it's quite hard to get through a normal school day when you're so drained. *Sigh* Yeah, and the teachers are like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, I don't know how to answer this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Don't know how to do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go for remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, I don't understand the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Don't understand? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go for remedial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Student: Teacher, I need to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Teacher: Go? Go where? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go for remedial, lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phewh... Glad that part's over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on to more recent stuff. The stomach flu has been circulating. Yeah, according to the doctor, it always happens after Chinese New Year, which is weird, 'cause I don't really eat any CNY goodies... Stuff like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuaci &lt;/span&gt;and pineapple tarts... Yeah, I don't really like to munch on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bak kwa&lt;/span&gt; either... Yeah, non-adventurous eater... And I wanted to be a chef... Imagine that... I can't even stand alcohol. The most alcohol I've had in my entire lifetime is, like, in tiramisu... And maybe Mandy Tham's rum and lemon (I think) cake... It was good, but, no offense, Mandy, I don't particularly like the rum... Yeah, I have this thing against drinking... I mean, I don't even like the taste of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shandy&lt;/span&gt;, which is like, 2% alcohol, or LESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, about this stomach virus thing... Yeah, I went to the doctor on Saturday, and the not-so-friendly General Practitioner gave me a whole bag of pills and sachets to 'replace the good bacteria' and to help the stomach cramps, gastritis, etc... Yeah... So, like the good girl that I am (I can hear some people going, "Pfft, yeah, right..."), I take my medicine. And miracle of all miracles... It doesn't work. So I go back to the doctor's, and this time, a more friendly, approachable, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;female&lt;/span&gt; doctor comes to my aid, and prescribes me stronger medication, and yucky oral rehydration salts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, while we were talking, she was asking me all sorts of questions and then suddenly she asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Doctor: Any chance of pregnancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Continued on next post*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8728682479003177740-3604789287454878221?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3604789287454878221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3604789287454878221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3604789287454878221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3604789287454878221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/02/stomach-flu.html' title='Stomach Flu'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5401112849056878602</id><published>2009-01-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:21:10.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC! II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Decode, Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I decide what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When you're clouding up my mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I can't win your losing fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Not gonna ever own what's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When you're always taking sides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you won't take away my pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No, not this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Not this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I used to know you so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But how did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, I think I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The truth is hiding in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And it's hanging on your tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just boiling in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But you think that I can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; What kind of man that you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If you're a man at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, I will figure this one out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; On my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (I'm screaming, "I love you so.")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; On my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (My thoughts you can't decode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I used to know you so well, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But how did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, I think I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you see what we've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We've gone and made such fools &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do you see what we've done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We've gone and made such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; When I used to know you so well, yeah, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; How did we get here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well, I used to know you so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I think I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; There is something I see in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It might kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I want it to be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Caught Myself, Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Down to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You're pushing and pulling me down to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I don't know what I, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm saying something that I should have never thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; From saying something that I should have never thought of you, of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You're pushing and pulling me down to you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I don't know what I want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No I don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You got it, you got it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Some kind of magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Hypnotic, hypnotic, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You're leaving me breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I hate this, I hate this, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You're not the one I believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; With God as my witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm saying something that I should have never thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; From saying something that I should have never thought of you, of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You're pushing and pulling me down to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; No I don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Don't know what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Keep pushing and pulling me down, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But I know in my heart it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; From saying something that I should have never thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Now when I caught myself, I had to stop myself, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; From saying something that I should have never thought of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I knew, I know in my heart it's not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I know but now I know what I want, I want, I want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh no, I should have never thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss... Lovely songs... Very nice to listen to... &lt;3 Heheh, can't start my day without them... :D &lt;3&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/8728682479003177740-5401112849056878602?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5401112849056878602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5401112849056878602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5401112849056878602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5401112849056878602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2009/01/music-ii.html' title='MUSIC! II'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5489217024432050505</id><published>2009-01-14T21:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:20:36.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A short run down on what's been going on since December 2008...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went back to Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to church&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoyed myself back at home&lt;br /&gt;4. Spent Christmas &amp;amp; New Year's in church, the only place I'd want to spend them&lt;br /&gt;5. Dreaded coming back to Singapore, for some reason... Maybe it's the A-levels...&lt;br /&gt;6. School started&lt;br /&gt;7. Going crazy only on the 2nd day of school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Oh, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Went crazy over Twilight, the movie... Something I swore I'd never do... Well, what can I do, Bella Swan's actually my favourite character... She's cool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... I think that's it... Now onto my current 'Favourites' playlist that I repeat on iTunes over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again... In no particular order... Or in some order of the sorts... But then again I can't decide, so, it's particularly not in order... Though the first few are... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Artist - Song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mutemath - Spotlight (Twilight Mix)&lt;br /&gt;2. Something Corporate - Me And The Moon&lt;br /&gt;3. Paramore - Decode&lt;br /&gt;4. Paramore - I Caught Myself&lt;br /&gt;5. Hillsong - Desert Song&lt;br /&gt;6. Savage Garden - Two Beds And A Coffee Machine&lt;br /&gt;7. Keane - A Bad Dream&lt;br /&gt;8. The Black Ghosts - Full Moon&lt;br /&gt;9. Linkin Park - Leave Out All The Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... These few songs are always on my playlist, especially numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4... Heck, they're a playlist on their own! Hahah... And I just realised that 1, 3, 4, 8 and 9 are from the Twilight soundtrack... Hahah... But Spotlight RAWKS!!! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotlight, Mutemath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh, ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got a whole lot left to say now&lt;br /&gt;You knocked all your wind out&lt;br /&gt;You just tried too hard and you froze&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say, what do you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take the fall&lt;br /&gt;You're one of us&lt;br /&gt;The spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh the spotlight is on, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the one thing you're fighting to hold&lt;br /&gt;Will be the one thing you've got to let go&lt;br /&gt;And when you feel the war cannot be won&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna die to try what can't be done&lt;br /&gt;Gonna stay stay out but you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Now is there nothing like that inside of you anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just take a fall&lt;br /&gt;You're one of us&lt;br /&gt;The spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh the spotlight is on, yeah it's on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because everyone would rather watch you fall&lt;br /&gt;(all in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;And we all are, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(all in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;And we all are, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(all in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a fall&lt;br /&gt;You're one of us&lt;br /&gt;The spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh the spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;(Just take the fall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're one of us&lt;br /&gt;Now you're, now you're, now you're, now you're one of us&lt;br /&gt;Now you're, now you're, now you're one of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the spotlight is on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh ahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me And The Moon, Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;It's a good year for a murder&lt;br /&gt;She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger&lt;br /&gt;There's no tears, cause he's not here&lt;br /&gt;She washes her hands, and she fixes the dinner&lt;br /&gt;But soon they'll be coming to rush her away&lt;br /&gt;No one's so sure if her crime had a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons like seasons&lt;br /&gt;They constantly change&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons of last year&lt;br /&gt;Like reasons have floated away&lt;br /&gt;Away with this spilt milk&lt;br /&gt;Away with this dirty dish water, away&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years, and all that he gave was a daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says&lt;br /&gt;"I got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die"&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's over, but it just started&lt;br /&gt;The blood stained the carpet&lt;br /&gt;Her heart like a crystal&lt;br /&gt;She's lucid and departed&lt;br /&gt;A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away with these nightmares&lt;br /&gt;Away with suburbia&lt;br /&gt;Shake down away&lt;br /&gt;You marry a role and&lt;br /&gt;You give up your soul til you break down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says&lt;br /&gt;"I got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die"&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what do you say we go for a ride?&lt;br /&gt;What do you say we get high?&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's me and the moon," she says&lt;br /&gt;"And I got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, you wouldn't let me die&lt;br /&gt;I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span 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&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, so I got this from Murong, so I should at least follow it religiously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Denise Ng Tse-Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2.Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3.What is your favourite number(s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7, the perfect number. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4.What is/are your favourite colour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Black, white, orange.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.Least favourite colour(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6.What are you thinking now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I want to sleep, but I'm stuck doing this quiz thingy at 12 am. Woke up early this morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7.Are you happy with your life now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8.What are you favourite subjects in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;GP, Malay, Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9.Do you shop at malls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rarely shop at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10.Where do you wish to be right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Back in Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11.What should you be doing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12.Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Kind of. Can't really tell if it's a crush or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13.When was the last time you bought a clothing item?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do shoes count? Clothes, hmm... A shirt? From Cotton On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14.What was the last thing you drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Water, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15.Do you hate liars? Do you hate backstabbers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16.Can you make yourself sneeze?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17.Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18.What does your last text message read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Open the door for shaun when he get to the house.. Plz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19.Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;20.How many windows are open on your computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3 windows, 4 tabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21.Who was you last call from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Xue Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22.What do you do with most of your time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Game, read, listen to music, sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;23.Will you and your ex get back again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24.Do you sleep with the Tv on?&lt;br /&gt;Extremely rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25.Which of your close friends live the closest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Closest? That would be Ding and Murong, who live in Jurong, whereas I live in CCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26.Which item could you not live without during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Computer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;27.Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28.How was your weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;29.Do you believe that ex(s) can be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;30.The last person you quarrelled with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My sister, 'cause she was too lazy to find her own handphone, and was talking so loudly on the phone with Wilma/Wilson/William/Wilfred when she asked my cousins and I to shut up 'cause we were 'too noisy', when she herself was laughing herself to tears, which is total hypocrisy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31.The way to win my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honest, trusting, loyal, kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32.What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last night? Played a little bit of Dekaron, Perfect World, and I need to play Granado Espada soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33.Do you have the same name as one of your relatives?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34.Are you looking for a bf/gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm content with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35.One song that is meaningful to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here I Am, Leona Lewis. And another one, The Extra Mile, Laura Pausini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36.Do you twirl or scoop your spaghetti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Twirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37.Do you drink milk straight from the carton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38.How long is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reaches my shoulder blades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;39.Do you like batman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not really... I just think he's the most down-to-earth superhero, without powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40.Who was the last person who told you that they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few weeks ago, when I was about to take my re-exam, and my aunt was like, "No matter how badly you do, we still love you, okay?"... Does that count? It's like, she was expecting me to fail, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;41.When was the last time you sang out loud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just now. To Paramore's Decode. Great song. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;42.What did you have for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Breakfast? What breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43.Is you birthday a holy day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No, but I know someone's is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44.Can you cook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45.Where did you get the shirt you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bossini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;46.What was the reason for the last troubles you were in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Messy table... Got back from Korea and just dumped everything on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47.What do your wear more? Sweats or jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48.When is your birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;21st October 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;49.Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Define swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50.What was your first alocoholic drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In tiramisu? It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soaked&lt;/span&gt; in alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;51.Do you have any regrets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, not concentrating on studies enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;52.Who would you like to see now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone from church in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;53.Have the cops ever come to your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;54.Are you a social or anti-social person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;55.Who are your best friends? Are you still friends with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They change from time to time. I don't have lasting best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;56.Ever been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, with Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;57.Ever had braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;58.What do you wear to bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;T-shirt and shorts, or sometimes even long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;59.Who was the last person who disappointed you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many people. Too many that I don't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;60.Do you trust people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;61.Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My aunt. She woke me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;62.Who was the first person who texted you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One of the teachers. Used a broadcasting system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;63.What was the first thing you did today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Turned on the computer to type out my reflections about Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;64. Any last words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to re-install RO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;65. 5 people to tag: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Didi Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Iezah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Christina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Benji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-3126549932757918274?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3126549932757918274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3126549932757918274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3126549932757918274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3126549932757918274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3868023323002431928</id><published>2008-12-09T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:45:46.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/ST6L_FgJ9OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9nrutTl-Ins/s1600-h/Korea8%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/ST6L_FgJ9OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9nrutTl-Ins/s320/Korea8%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277809729249866978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After re-doing it 15 times, I managed to come up with this. Yes, this is actually a T-shirt design! Yay! Go me! :D I should put it up on Facebook, just so that people don't steal credit from me by claiming it as their own design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Oh, well... I promised to blog about South Korea, but I'm too lazy to be bothered. It was a good trip, though! Enjoyed it IMMENSELY, even though I fell sick... &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/ST6R-Ff8AFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V9BcN_YzS9Y/s1600-h/Wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/ST6R-Ff8AFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/V9BcN_YzS9Y/s320/Wings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277816309138849874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I entitle this "Wwings".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-3868023323002431928?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3868023323002431928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3868023323002431928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3868023323002431928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3868023323002431928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/12/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/ST6L_FgJ9OI/AAAAAAAAAI4/9nrutTl-Ins/s72-c/Korea8%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1913572945652165820</id><published>2008-11-19T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:15:11.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two down, one to go! Finally, it's going to be over... Last? Econs... I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, was uneventful. Today? Uneventful... And by uneventful, means re-exams don't count as events, even though they are displayed as such on my phone... Like, yeah, whee! I'm tired... I want to sleep. I think my brains are fried after having 4 hours and 45 minutes of Maths! Well, it helped! Or at least I think it helped... Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; answer some of the questions I never seemed to be able to answer before! Well, almost... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days, and it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gaming&lt;/span&gt; time! Whoo! No, wait, Korea... Argh... No gaming time... &gt;.&lt; Gotta pack, gotta pack, gotta pack! Korea, here I come!&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/8728682479003177740-1913572945652165820?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1913572945652165820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1913572945652165820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1913572945652165820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1913572945652165820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/11/re-exam.html' title='Re-exam'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6150867758520341487</id><published>2008-11-18T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:04:44.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIMP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With this wonderful creation, GIMP 2.0, I have been doodling for no reason at all, and came up with this! :D The second one doesn't really have a theme. It sucks, but, oh, well... I had to put it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLV3dqyUwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_M7k5_gDwA/s1600-h/Writings+On+The+Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLV3dqyUwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_M7k5_gDwA/s320/Writings+On+The+Wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270009662810510082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLZTT3LJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pbrXci5CDRc/s1600-h/Black%27n%27White.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLZTT3LJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIw/pbrXci5CDRc/s320/Black%27n%27White.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270013439749334962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLV3ANB-zI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-kMCOuCb3QM/s1600-h/Glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLV3ANB-zI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-kMCOuCb3QM/s320/Glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270009654901078834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, so much for being productive... Personally, I don't like the last one... So uncoordinated... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-6150867758520341487?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6150867758520341487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6150867758520341487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6150867758520341487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6150867758520341487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/11/gimp.html' title='GIMP'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SSLV3dqyUwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/e_M7k5_gDwA/s72-c/Writings+On+The+Wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2474029507307898864</id><published>2008-11-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:25:50.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Random post... I was talking to Murong this morning about getting a blog where we write our dreams down, all the silly ones, the stupid ones, the funny ones... And to think we talked about this during Law Winnie's lecture... Oh, gosh, anyone can fall asleep to her voice. She says the word 'Okay..." 365 times in half an hour, I don't want to know how many times she says it in one hour! Yes, I counted, 'cause I was bored, and I was falling asleep... Not very difficult to do, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't really help it. After only getting S's for all three H2 subjects, divine retribution. This is what I get for failing. Anyway, I played volleyball with Angela, an extremely awesome person/friend (Brazilian!) to hang around with, and I almost got sun burnt, if we didn't move to the PE porch... And yeah, she taught me a few salsa dance steps, and showed me samba moves, of which I couldn't follow... She's a good dancer, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a good singer. I made a closer friend today, and I'm grateful that she's here in Singapore. Can't find that many great people around nowadays, now with people behaving the opposite of what you originally thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we talked about a few things, laughed on our way back from school, blah blah blah... But it was fun. Overall, I'd say it was a good day, even though I had to skip lunch and fall asleep on the couch... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... ^^ That's all for the random post. Gosh, I haven't updated this in eons... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Rawr!*&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/8728682479003177740-2474029507307898864?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2474029507307898864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2474029507307898864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2474029507307898864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2474029507307898864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2827133477789411885</id><published>2008-10-21T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:55:26.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would prefer it if everyone forgot this day, rather than people saying things for the sake of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer it if I was just left alone, rather than wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer it if no one said anything at all, rather than hearing it from people I don't want to hear it from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer it if I could spend this day alone, rather than going somewhere I don't want to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be alone, rather than going places with the people I am obliged to go with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish this day was never here...&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/8728682479003177740-2827133477789411885?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2827133477789411885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2827133477789411885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2827133477789411885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2827133477789411885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3998604587854053564</id><published>2008-10-14T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:31:49.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weeks ago, I had this really wonderful but depressing dream... Okay, my dreams are like, totally weird. All of them involve places, but they're like, two placed meshed into one. So it's like, WMS for one, then suddenly I get some really weird place, like out of Final Fantasy or something. Yeah, had that dream once... But this time, it was purely at home, in Malaysia. It may sound really cheesy and all, but the dream was about going back in time, as in, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually saw everyone in like, the year 1996 or something. More than 10 years ago. It brought about nostalgia, and of course, sadness somehow, 'cause it's like, I went back in time, more than a decade ago, and saw everything as it should have been before everything happened. The same old couch that used to be there, the place where the piano was put, the old black chair. It's like, everything was still there, and everyone was younger. I really couldn't believe what I was dreaming about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I look back on it, what would I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; do if I went back in time? Would it be able to change who I am today? Or would it just turn my future upside down? Would I be the person I am now? Or would I be worse? Better maybe? You'll never know... All these questions will never have answers. I remember speaking to a friend, about questions that I don't want to answer. Most of it being personal, of course. But then he mentioned that every question has its answer. It's just a matter of if I wanted to answer it from the bottom of my heart or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also mentioned alot of insightful stuff, and, no, I haven't forgotten. But the sad thing is, after he said that, it's like, he totally disappeared out of my life. Same with another friend. Yeah, so, it's sad, that people who might have come to be so important to me just up and leave, and walk out of my life, as if I never existed. It's like this switch that just turns their memory off when it comes to me, or something. I'm not cursed to live like this, I'm sure, but it upsets me, that I don't know what's going on, and people aren't telling me what I'm doing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really hurts...&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/8728682479003177740-3998604587854053564?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3998604587854053564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3998604587854053564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3998604587854053564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3998604587854053564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/10/dream.html' title='Dream...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-4951763355767712377</id><published>2008-10-12T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:20:16.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is for those who have made my last few weeks the most miserable I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To group 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the lot of you were dependable, and after what happened before, I hoped you would've learned your lesson or something. Obviously, I was wrong. You lazy f***ers made my last few weeks a living hell, having to deal with the mess you all left behind, making me seem like some crazy bitch who doesn't care about other people. Look in the f***ing mirror, hypocrites... It's not right for me to swear, but since I can't do it in front of your faces, and it's not proper, but you all have crossed the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are rules in everything. And most of you idiots have to break them, don't you. I know you would all probably hate me more than you do now, and I probably know why, for blaming you for something you might not have done. This only goes out to the lot who are guilty of what I'm trying to say. And of course, they know it. If I didn't care about what I was doing, I would've left you all a long time ago. Sure, I can excuse a few who have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;reasons for doing what they need to do. But what reason do you have for breaking rules that have been there since the beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mentioned before, and some are starting to get a clue of who I'm talking about. After I say this, it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; obvious. Trust is important. It's what makes a team work together. Sure, we've been through this. I've trusted you all, hoping that you might have changed for the better. Again, wrong! You bloody morons broke that trust I had quickly rebuilt, 'cause I hoped and prayed that you wouldn't do it again. Well, turns out you didn't learn! And I learnt my lessons, too. Do you see anything in your inbox? This maybe black and white, to anyone who stumbles across this page. So what, I don't care. Blame me, for being insensitive, cruel, bitchy, and any other negative adjectives you can pin on me. I'm sick and tired of having to do almost everything, constantly worrying, and making sure everything runs smoothly. But you all take it for granted that I'll be there for everything! Anything goes wrong? 'Oh, just tell Denise'. People giving problems and making trouble? 'Oh, let Denise handle them'. When am I supposed to go? 'Ask Denise, she has what you need'. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Learn to f***ing read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You lot have tested my patience long enough. I've tried to make sure I don't repeat the previous episode, but when I can't work with you all, it gets frustrating, 'cause no one is responding. Let's see if you're able to survive one day without me reminding you about everything! Oh, right, you can, I forgot. Yeah, and when something or someone goes missing (you all know what it is), don't come looking for me. You all are big enough to handle stuff like this. I won't even bother. Whoever's to blame, is to blame. I'll have nothing to do with it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To person 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You f***ing, judgemental, presumptuous prick! You have no right to say what you said to me! You have no f***ing idea what the hell is going on with me and the rest. You have no f***ing right to tell me what I've been doing is wrong. You're only listening to one side of the story, and you f***ing ignore what I had to say. You care more about your precious worshippers, 'cause you think you're still at the top, and you think you can make everything alright by trying to placate me with what rubbish you said that day, but let me tell you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU HAVE NO F***ING RIGHT TO JUDGE ME FOR WHAT I DID WHEN YOU WEREN'T EVEN IN MY SHOES! &lt;/span&gt;You think you know everything, but let me tell you, buddy, what we're doing isn't the same as what you did. It's totally different, and I thought you would've known that. Unfortunately, I found out you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By assuming I was wrong, you deliberately blamed me, as if I started World War III in school! You bloody f***er, I thought you would understand, but NO! You don't care about what I have to say! You don't care about me! Why? 'Cause it's all against me! You don't want to listen to my side, 'cause everyone's already convinced you that I'm the bad guy! I'm the one ruining what you've started! I'm the one who's destroying everything, from the beginning! How &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dare&lt;/span&gt; you, when you call yourself sensitive and innocent, you are a f***ing hypocrite, just like all the others! You never even asked me to clarify if what they said was true. You never cared to know if it was true. You tell me that I'm doing wrong. Do you let me tell you why? Do you let me have the chance to say what was wrong? Do you even let me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speak&lt;/span&gt;, of all things? You know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;-End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been suffering for 2 weeks, and I'm going to suffer for another two more. You people obviously aren't going to care. So why start now. And for those who're gonna tell me to chill or calm down, that only f***ing irritates me more. So don't even try. Don't blame me for not warning you. I did. Especially someone I know who's so prone to asking me to do so. I'll calm down in time, and it's not for you to f***ing tell me when to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bloody irritants have no idea of what you all are doing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kill me, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always just know how to do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-4951763355767712377?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/4951763355767712377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=4951763355767712377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4951763355767712377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4951763355767712377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/10/misery.html' title='Misery...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5707374151760657253</id><published>2008-09-17T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:35:35.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll make this as quick as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR PROMO'S!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Especially to the following parties:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;To all JJEG members!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;To all of 08S29!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;To all of PAE's 08S25!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;To all my Malay classmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berjaya! (Though, we never say that, but I racked my brains to find a suitable phrase...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's finish this together!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;Denise.&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/8728682479003177740-5707374151760657253?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5707374151760657253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5707374151760657253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5707374151760657253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5707374151760657253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/09/ill-make-this-as-quick-as-possible.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-7774528816762652033</id><published>2008-08-17T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:29:09.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, an update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, my computer is still dead... But I have this laptop at the moment. Not like it's going to kill me, but it's going to be hard to update... Since, well, limited time, have to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promo's are coming in 4 weeks... And how prepared am I? Not quite. That means I have to get to it! Gosh, I'm so lazy... Better start or I'll be like, the last in class... My gawd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are a few 'must-have' songs, that I can put into my phone (ASAP), but, unfortunately, I can't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask why I can't do that is because when I connect my phone to a PC, I have to Sync it to the computer, with a certain type of software, THEN only can I insert the songs. And I can't do that with a Mac, 'cause my phone's sofware is Windows' software, so I can only connect it to a PC... Darnit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well... I'm surviving for now, but not for long... If I don't get my PC fixed soon, I'll DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-qi&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/8728682479003177740-7774528816762652033?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/7774528816762652033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=7774528816762652033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7774528816762652033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7774528816762652033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/08/finally-update.html' title='Finally, an update!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-587145314013827751</id><published>2008-07-20T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:45:35.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all my friends who have told me to update my blog :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My computer is dead. The term "Blue Screen Of Death" has it's literal meaning apllied to my computer. IT IS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEAD&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;How sad... I really can't do anything about it, other than to get a new computer... Well, I'm going to HAVE to get a new computer, 'cause my aunt's friend is totally useless and reformated the computer without even checking the reason for its death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So there you have it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, Pearlyn, my computer is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dead... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-587145314013827751?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/587145314013827751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=587145314013827751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/587145314013827751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/587145314013827751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/07/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1378476096173438472</id><published>2008-07-09T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:34:28.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is unfair... It's not the end of the world..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; unfair. It's just a matter of whether you look at it in the positive or negative light. So what if I didn't get the position as president? Well, sure, I did want it. But do I actually need it? Well, it's comforting to say, at least I got second best. Well, I know that whatever I do is good. But there's always someone better than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you, Addy! Congrats. Don't worry so much. Jean Le and I aren't here for nothing. We're not going anywhere. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-1378476096173438472?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1378476096173438472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1378476096173438472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1378476096173438472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1378476096173438472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_09.html' title=':)'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1557059939555887867</id><published>2008-07-01T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:52:40.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just read something, that I thought was... Well, hurtful, and yeah, maybe it was a long time ago. But 'cause I just read it, it just, well, yeah, hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, I got into this little... Misunderstanding, with a classmate of mine, over a group project, which was indeed, my fault that she didn't hesitate to point out. I know that everyone has a right to express themselves through their blogs and all, but sometimes, even though I try to make it up, it still hurts even after all this time. I mean, yeah, we weren't very close to each other after that, and I don't know how she thought of me after that whole episode, but I just don't want it to continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after all, I think, and I hope and pray, that she already has forgiven me for my irresponsibility... Now I know how she felt when I didn't do my part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Jia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&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/8728682479003177740-1557059939555887867?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1557059939555887867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1557059939555887867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1557059939555887867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1557059939555887867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2168614182496499368</id><published>2008-07-01T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:11:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EG</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life sucks sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when nothing seems to go right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something does go right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, when you get back your test results, and yet you still sit for another test on the same day, as well as an important &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam&lt;/span&gt; which you can't re-sit for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the end of the day, there's always something to cheer you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be a chat with your best buddies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or ranting about life, and how you want to live forever... ("I want to live forever!"..."For what?! You'll die!!!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these moments just brighten up your day, and just keeps you going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're always there for you to cheer you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; balance out our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the bad, there's always good... And for good, well... I'd say there's good, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to EG, I've learned a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned responsibility, and I've learned to open up my thoughts, and share them with friends I know I'll never find anywhere else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still a shock to people that I've joined EG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG people are like, my best friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be honest with them anytime, and they let me take out my frustration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, even physically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love them for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just want to give my heartfelt thanks to all my EG-mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really blessed me when He gave me you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-2168614182496499368?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2168614182496499368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2168614182496499368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2168614182496499368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2168614182496499368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/07/eg.html' title='EG'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3657935875291041106</id><published>2008-06-24T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:11:36.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKGVKUipmBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XKGVKUipmBI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so proud of Aaron! You did wonderful, boy! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SGDx35tFrwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n6mAwHzRwmg/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SGDx35tFrwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n6mAwHzRwmg/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215434311180070658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-3657935875291041106?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3657935875291041106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3657935875291041106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3657935875291041106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3657935875291041106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/06/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SGDx35tFrwI/AAAAAAAAAFk/n6mAwHzRwmg/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2865616803995896291</id><published>2008-06-19T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:46:44.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;JJEG (half of it) went to IKEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpOkg58lrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HbjF5bETMHc/s1600-h/ikea_singapore_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpOkg58lrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HbjF5bETMHc/s320/ikea_singapore_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213565907850008242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/User/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!!! Anyway, it first started off with some horrible Maths Common Test, which everyone's so set for failing the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wouldn't want to talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maths &lt;/span&gt;of all things... Anyway, about the IKEA trip. Darn, we didn't have a proper camera to capture the moments... But it was really fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had a pep talk from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EX-&lt;/span&gt;President, Ying Quan. Then, we had lunch... Addy and his sambal fried rice... But I don't think he ordered that... Yeah... Then we walked all the way to Lakeside station... Gawrsh, such a long walk! But I survived, no matter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then we parted ways at Queensway (the other group went to Bugis), where we landed in IKEA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was pretty quick. We found what we wanted, and then Kiat Wah started complaining he was hungry and he wanted Swedish meatballs, in IKEA. But before that, guys, being guys, couldn't stand to not make a fool of themselves, and so, they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6EJjIpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RIDX5dBZDuA/s1600-h/IMAGE_143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6EJjIpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RIDX5dBZDuA/s320/IMAGE_143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580571739103890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6sG1pnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/o0m47Pqhs2c/s1600-h/IMAGE_144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6sG1pnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/o0m47Pqhs2c/s320/IMAGE_144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580582465152626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6nCnQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gyD7ghIQXmU/s1600-h/IMAGE_145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpb6nCnQsI/AAAAAAAAAFU/gyD7ghIQXmU/s320/IMAGE_145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580581105255106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt; Yeah... That's JJEG for you... And anyway, we did finally go for meatballs, and Murong swore that they were the best in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpcdBq9P6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/24ShK3H3jDU/s1600-h/IMAGE_146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpcdBq9P6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/24ShK3H3jDU/s320/IMAGE_146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213581172369342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;She insisted on taking a picture, proving that we did, to make Addy jealous... Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that, we got lost... I almost lost my handphone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; wallet... This nice lady returned them to me... Still, it wasn't school, and anyone could've taken it. Thank God for nice people like her. So, God bless her, whoever she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then came the paint and brushes. S$156 for the whole thing, and I thought it would cost more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have a lot of lessons learned today, too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jia Wei learned how to make tea! This is how he did it. He went to the machine and got milk. Then he added water. Then he poured away some of the mixture, 'cause it was too full. Then he placed the tea bag into the hot water. He stirred it, played with the tea bag, and then sipped at it. Then said, "It tastes like plain water..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiat Wah loves to eat. We ate lunch, then he ate meatballs and potatoes, then he ate 2 hotdogs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiat Wah has no sense of direction. :) Sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Murong wants to go back to IKEA one day. And I promised she would. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. That's all that happened these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 JJEG, even though they make me go to school every other day for some reason.&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/8728682479003177740-2865616803995896291?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2865616803995896291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2865616803995896291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2865616803995896291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2865616803995896291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/06/ikea-trip.html' title='IKEA trip'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SFpOkg58lrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HbjF5bETMHc/s72-c/ikea_singapore_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5508781336700247901</id><published>2008-06-05T09:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T16:05:13.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay... The past week's been... Okay... I made it to Malaysia and back in one piece. What did I do in Malaysia... Nothing much, actually... Well, the list of things I did:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Visited the dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Went to church twice (finally!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cleaned up the house/room - emptied out all my Form 5 books... Too bad didn't get to burn them on the last day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Played Harvest Moon on the computer since it doesn't work on PS anymore... But I love the game, so when my computer gets fixed, I'll download the game again and play it NOW! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unplugged all the EG Room computers, since we're moving, anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Watched as Ben spilt his Ribena onto his jeans during Holy Communion and make a huge embarrassment of himself, and not to mention me, in front of the people sitting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall, it wasn't a bad holiday... Well, not really a holiday... I didn't get to sleep in like I wanted to... Oh, well... The ride back to Singapore on the bus was... Well, not to say uneventful... But there was a motorcycle that exploded along the highway, and it was like, burning like a bonfire... It &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; a gi-normous bonfire... It was fun... Anyway, the bus driver slowed down and everyone turned to look out the window and you could hear them gasping and gossiping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, yesterday, we cleaned up the cupboards in my room... And we threw out a &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; lot of stuff... Papers, booklets, and all that... All belonging to my dear sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, now that that's all said and done, we finally emptied out all the stuff in the old EG room... And now, they're all in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; EG room! Yay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Gaming! Yeah! :)&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/8728682479003177740-5508781336700247901?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5508781336700247901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5508781336700247901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5508781336700247901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5508781336700247901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/06/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2565806494223820390</id><published>2008-05-19T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:26:37.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Well, forgive me for being emo, but there are just some things in my life that people aren't worthy enough to hear about. No one should even know about it. There are just some things that a human can't take altogether. It may be funny to some people, like, "Who cares about your blog? ... You're so lame, haha! ... I could use this for entertainment when I'm bored! ... You need to get a life, man!" Like, yeah, whatever... Even now, some idiots in the world don't understand the meaning of sarcasm, and some just don't understand, don't listen. Then again, God bless those for being idiots, or the population of the world will be halved... Or even quartered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bitter feelings, bitter words, hatred, bla bla bla... No one cares. No one wants to care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Open your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And look outside.&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why,&lt;br /&gt;You've been rejected.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;She's losing her mind,&lt;br /&gt;She's fallen behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, yeah... There's nothing left to say. 'Cause everything's just been dashed and all you hear is "OMG! ... What happened?! ... Are you okay? ... Be happy! ... Cheer up!" I don't think these phrases carry much meaning anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do we like to hurt so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's for the fun of it... There's, like, someone just pulling the strings and confusing everyone, changing their lives, changing the people around them. Then all of a sudden, something just sheds light on our own lives, and it dawns on us that someone else has been pulling the wrong strings all along, and somehow has gotten them tangled up, and we blame the puppeteer for it... 'Cause we don't treasure what we have, and by tangling up our own strings, we've strayed away from our own purposes. But I know, my Puppeteer will always untangle my strings, whenever it happens, wherever I am, whatever I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There's always this light bulb that suddenly turns on, like, *FLASH*... With the *ding* and all. Maybe we've been blaming the wrong person... Maybe we've been fooled by the same person, but made it seem like it was coming from everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll always hurt when it hits you in the face. You'll remember the action, more than the pain itself, and from then on, you just don't get it. You keep trying, but you always get pushed down. You get up, and you stumble some more. Always that way, isn't it? You face so many disappointments, people don't understand what you're going through, they give off fake sympathy, they just act around you... There's no more sincerity in their words anymore... No meaning... And even if they do mean what they say... No one believes them anymore... 'Cause it's too late to undo what damage has been caused, and not even words can fix it, sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we all want is to be happy and content with what we have. With what we want, we lose focus of what we already have... But we always ask for more. There's no limit to what we want. And in the end, it'll destroy us. It'll cause us unnecessary pain, hurt, suffering, misunderstanding... Is that what we really want...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to give up on what I want, on a personal level. I really do. And I think it's not a very hard thing to do. Sometimes, you just have to accept what's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; done is done... You can't change what has already been set. Just like how you can't control when the Sun rises, or when you lose somebody... It's not fair, it never is. But that's just the way it is... You can't change what's been laid out for you, you're just human. Nothing in this world should change because you say so. It goes according to what He says. And what He says, goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all I had was the memory of what was, so let's pretend it never mattered to us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-2565806494223820390?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2565806494223820390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2565806494223820390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2565806494223820390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2565806494223820390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/terrible.html' title='Terrible...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8870447006878581739</id><published>2008-05-18T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:41:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, this post is actually more of a summary of what I've done over the past week or so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched "Speed Racer"... The best show of all times!!! Love this show so much!!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched "E.T."... Bought the VCD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Won Talentime English Solo Vocals (everyone's already blogged about it and I haven't, and it's been a week already...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House Comm. for Sports' Meet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bought 2 new pairs of jeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a curfew... (7 p.m.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got the song "That's What You Get" by Paramore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached school at 6:15 a.m. (Sports' Meet...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;CTYF musical practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found Murong's husky for her... XD We went through the wrong bag at first... So embarrassing... Hahah...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooked mutton curry with Uncle Keith...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate Bakerzin at Paragon...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things I'm gonna do for the next week or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Return the library book that's due on Tuesday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Su Jia's house for PW project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to school on Wesak Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book my bus ticket back to Malaysia...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to SIBKL church on Sunday... (Finally!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to NSt, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study Chemical Bonding and maybe Econs, too...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a phone pouch...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy more VCD's/DVD's...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top up my EZ-Link card...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duplicate my keys...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget about you...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow... Okay, that's not really alot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, anyone who's reading, please pray for Mandy, she's in the hospital down with a viral infection... So, yeah, hope that she'll be fine, or that she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; fine, and that she'll be discharged soon, and she'll be back home ASAP...  Also, pray that she'll get a good offer from NUS, which is Law... We all pray hard she'll get into NUS Law!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GET WELL SOON AND GOOD LUCK FOR THE INTERVIEW! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8728682479003177740-8870447006878581739?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8870447006878581739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8870447006878581739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8870447006878581739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8870447006878581739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/summary.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-288248632796772663</id><published>2008-05-11T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T23:05:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. What have you realised recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   That I have more time to study now that Talentime is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Have you given your first kiss away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3. If you are able to choose two super powers, what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Super speed and super strength (bad combination, never goes together...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4.Where is the place that you want to go the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Some place where I can be alone... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that Jesus would come down and save us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen rainbows a few times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep half of it for my family, and donate the rest for World Vision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe... Maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is smart, pretty, and she would never, ever, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; betray my trust.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding and must be able to sing well! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13. What is the one thing you cannot live without?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... And music... They're two things, but God created music, so obviously, I can't live without God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me only if I trust you not to tell anyone else and let the whole world know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;16. Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What is your favorite childhood nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      The Niece. (Though when people call me that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the time, I get annoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quickly...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;18. If you have a chance. Which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My low self-esteem, and my tendency to do or say things without thinking first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Whats the last shocking thing you've seen or heard?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I received first prize for English Vocal Solo in Talentime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;20. Would you wish to change the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if it would cease all the suffering and war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Denise Tan&lt;br /&gt;Iezah&lt;br /&gt;Pei Ling&lt;br /&gt;Philip&lt;br /&gt;Su Jia&lt;br /&gt;Zakiah&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/8728682479003177740-288248632796772663?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/288248632796772663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=288248632796772663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/288248632796772663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/288248632796772663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/remove-one-question-from-below-and-add.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3418975804136703702</id><published>2008-05-05T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:38:12.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, one of the freakiest things happened... Well, I had alot of SMS-es about urgent meetings and all for Talentime, so, yeah, obviously I had to attend... Well, we got some things straightened out, and imagine, someone wanted to do HSM2's "All For One"... I, for one, think HSM2 is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, after that me, Sangee and Pearlyn went for dinner nearby, and this drunk dude starts talking to us in Mandarin, and me and Sangee were real blur, 'cause we couldn't understand a word he said. Well, thanks to Pearlyn, at least he wasn't insulting us. Anyway, he tried to like, "predict our future". So yeah, Pearlyn was supposedly going to be a movie star, Sangee, a doctor, and I, a teacher... Then, there're these two Indian guys at the next table, and they're like, either staring at us, or laughing at us... '=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird... And the thing is, I couldn't answer him, nor could I understand what he said, but somehow, he just kept talking and talking and talking, and poor Pearlyn in the end couldn't finish her food 'cause she was too busy translating for us... Also, we were dying to leave, so, yeah... I'll buy her dinner next time round... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah, it's just so freaky. Suddenly some guy with an empty beer bottle and a full mug of beer tells us he's not drunk and he's not lying to us about our "future" career... Personally, I don't believe him, obviously, 'cause only God knows what I'll be next time. And I trust my fate in God's hands. I'm not gonna listen to some drunkard tell me what I'm gonna be. But at least he didn't try to like, y'know, take advantage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALENTIME THIS SATURDAY! MUST PRACTICE!&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/8728682479003177740-3418975804136703702?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3418975804136703702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3418975804136703702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3418975804136703702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3418975804136703702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-one-of-freakiest-things-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-395243919665373003</id><published>2008-05-03T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:51:04.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great... I'm stuck with Zhi Wen... Who in the world is Zhi Wen?! o.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, Talentime ranting again... We're doing this song for the Finale, and I got paired up with this Zhi Wen guy... Apparently, he's very good. Well, not 'very', but he's good. He won some previous Talentime competition. Not sure which one, but, yeah, that's what they told me... &gt;.&gt; So, yeah. I hope he's not very difficult to work with... Why couldn't we do something else... Imagine, dancing at the same time, while singing the chorus... OMG, I'll be too tired to do anything else... The pitch is like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;high! Ack... My poor throat... &gt;.&lt;&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/8728682479003177740-395243919665373003?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/395243919665373003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=395243919665373003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/395243919665373003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/395243919665373003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/great.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6131056082693045464</id><published>2008-05-01T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:06:48.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sweet escape: Take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away to better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A higher place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sticks and stones are never gonna shake me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a love, and I know that it's all mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do anything you can to control me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sweet escape: Take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away to better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A higher place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a place that I go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But nobody knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Where the rivers flow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I call it home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And there's no more lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the darkness, there's light. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And nobody cries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's only butterflies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sweet escape: Take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away to better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A higher place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sweet escape: Take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away to better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A higher place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A secret place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To better days take me away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away to better days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me away: A higher place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is on my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me for a ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smile up to the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'll be all right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun is on my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take me for a ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smile up to the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I'll be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pocketful Of Sunshine, Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my new favourite songs! I heard it on American Idol, 'cause she was a guest star on the show, and when I heard it, I was caught up in the tune &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! It reminded me of Africa, for some reason... Like, hop springing forth to children. After watching the video and looking at the lyrics, I just felt something, but I don't know what it is... But I feel inspired to do something... Maybe next time I'll do something in that area. Not really missions, but do something for the children in need... I feel like it =P Maybe it's God's calling! XD Pocketful of sunshine... I need that... =)&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/8728682479003177740-6131056082693045464?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6131056082693045464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6131056082693045464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6131056082693045464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6131056082693045464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-pocket-got-pocketful-of-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1968214398452896518</id><published>2008-05-01T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:57:23.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the movies I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to watch:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speed Racer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iron Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, these are the two movies I really want to se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e! Anyway, I was watching the trailers for Speed Racer, and I remember watching the cartoon, Speed Racer as a kid. Look at the comparison between the old and the new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmP9cjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a2DVtqFMmwQ/s1600-h/speedracer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmP9cjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a2DVtqFMmwQ/s320/speedracer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195341930949574434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmP9cjw_zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rXhq8JTKCBU/s1600-h/speedracer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmP9cjw_zI/AAAAAAAAAEk/rXhq8JTKCBU/s320/speedracer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195341930949574450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, check out the total difference. Maybe 'cause it's the fact that a cartoon shall always remain a cartoon, and an actor will always remain alive, until he dies of cancer, or some incurable disease... Omg, lame... '-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love his car! I wouldn't mind getting one like that... If I could drive... And if only there was such a car like that available in Malaysia, or Singapore... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I'd be crazy to drive a convertible in such a hot country. And now, since the weather hasn't been too kind on the poor people of Singapore, it's like blazing hot! Thank God we installed the air-cond in the living room just in time... Phewh... Anyway, about the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmQ8sjw_0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/S8wsL4VFiLk/s1600-h/speedracercar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmQ8sjw_0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/S8wsL4VFiLk/s320/speedracercar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195343017576300354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This car, the Mach 5, is obviously Speed's car. Yeah, his name was actually Speed Racer... But  in Japanese it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Go Mifune... Right... Yeah, an original Japanese manga turned anime turned American (1967) turned Japanese (1997) turned English kids show on Cartoon Network. Yeah, we watched it on Cartoon Network, back when Dexter's Laboratory was one of the best cartoons I have ever watched in my entire life. Also, original. And I miss those times... *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I got the Clarinova for my performance for Talentime. I'm able to stand and play at the same time. Yay! Thanks loads to Uncle Terry, who's always trying t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o get me to smile &gt;.&gt; Yes, I've mentioned it before, but... Bahh, I was happy, I mean, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; happy! Yay, Clarinova... And it's awesome. Hahah, it's not like, funky or anything, it's like a normal keyboard, but 'cause I've got everything, the stand, the sustain pedal, and obviously the power plug... D-uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who're supporting me for Talentime, and I don't think I would've made it this far without you guys! Especially my friends, and classmates, and of course, not forgetting my dear EG members!. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; I haven't won the competition, and I'm not sure I'll even win it. So, I'll leave my fate to God. I'm quite preparing myself for getting third or second. I mean, since there's only like, three of us, so I'm definitely guaranteed a placing XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I just have to keep practicing and practicing and practicing and practicing and practicing, and maybe if I practice hard enough, Clement Chua wouldn't have to play for me! That will take his mind off like, everything connected to me. Cheers, to the awesome EG VP and IMBA piano player! You rock, Clement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmTyMjw_1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2mVeL5Dt6Qc/s1600-h/DSC_9583-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmTyMjw_1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/2mVeL5Dt6Qc/s320/DSC_9583-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195346135722557266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-1968214398452896518?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1968214398452896518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1968214398452896518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1968214398452896518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1968214398452896518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/05/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBmP9cjw_yI/AAAAAAAAAEc/a2DVtqFMmwQ/s72-c/speedracer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-4963115368261193454</id><published>2008-04-27T21:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:28:33.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a very nice sunset today... And it reflected on my window. I thought it was quite nice. So I rushed to get my camera, and knowing me and my prone-to-accidents-ness, I almost injured my ankle again by running... Yeah, clumsy me. Again! But yeah. Anyway, yes, I managed to capture it on camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSHLMjw_qI/AAAAAAAAADc/VVcWcdY6tHw/s1600-h/DSC_9644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSHLMjw_qI/AAAAAAAAADc/VVcWcdY6tHw/s320/DSC_9644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193924896684572322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, so that's it. A little dark, but the brighter one didn't look so nice... Also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSHrMjw_rI/AAAAAAAAADk/9fDo4eTEQU8/s1600-h/DSC_9659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSHrMjw_rI/AAAAAAAAADk/9fDo4eTEQU8/s320/DSC_9659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193925446440386226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only JJEG people would understand this joke... "The door is right there..." or "The door is always open..." which somehow links to "The Gate Of No Gates." Hahah. Like I said, only JJEG would understand. Well, not all of them, but some of us will understand it. Blahh, I'm confusing myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I got into Talentime Finals... Yay... Big deal. The teachers in charge told me not to play the piano and sing, 'cause apparently, I was too distracted. Well, I couldn't help it that the mike was a little too high. Adjusting it would only be a problem, and I w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ill waste my time on stage. This stung me quite badly, but I guess I had to accept the dirty truth. It ain't that bad sometimes. But I'm still gonna practice, and work on it. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; play the piano and sing on that day. I got alot of positive feedback from the audience, according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my friends, and I'm thankful for that, even though I know I made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many mistakes! Even Richie pointed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;m out! (Damn you, Richie! XD) Hahah, kidding. But yeah, I was in a bad mood on Friday. But sometimes, stupid people don't get the hint. It's like... D-uh... I throw it right in their face, and they're still oblivious to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, thanks to friends like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Iezah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Zakiah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who tried their best to comfort me, as well as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hsiang Ju&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but, yeah, thanks, you guys. They're really one of a kind, eh... ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks to EG for supporting me! They bought tickets as a whole club, so b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;asically, all of them are going. So, kudos to JJEG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another is that the voting system is via SMS. So, yeah, that kinda sucks. I mean, people can just vote for you, even though they're not there to watch you, y'know. But yeah, my family, too, for supporting me. And thanks especially to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;UNCLE TERRY&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah, lending me your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Clavinova is like, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; help to me! ^^ Heheh. Yeah, according to him, I don't smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enough. And that's not true! I do! &gt;.&gt; Just not when my picture is taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, about Sports' Meet. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;RONO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;won shot putt, for the J2's! All thanks to Alvin (&lt;--- EG Log Comm Head!) and Ying Quan(&lt;--- EG President!)! You guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSNFcjw_wI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-h_2-Fd8XGs/s1600-h/DSC_9517-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSNFcjw_wI/AAAAAAAAAEM/-h_2-Fd8XGs/s320/DSC_9517-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193931394970091266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSNFcjw_xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ad3rtze_mAA/s1600-h/DSC_9597-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSNFcjw_xI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Ad3rtze_mAA/s320/DSC_9597-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193931394970091282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on top is Ying Quan, the one at the bottom is Alvin. Some of you may already know, but, yeah... Never mind... Yeah, there's a reason these photos are cropped. You'll see why at the end of the year! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Rono is up against Bikila in Tug-O-War. Good luck, Rono! Heheh, we'll kick Bikila's asses this year! Though I didn't really help much. But they already chose the girls for Javelin and Shot Putt... Damn my ankle! Did I mention that I fell again and injured my ankle &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; after recovering from the whole Achilles' tendon episode? Yeah, I did. Well, I didn't slip and fall, actually. I was doing Long Jump, and decided to injure myself again (obviously not!)... Well, yeah, at least I got like, 3 points for Rono for Long Jump! I don't think I should be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; proud. It's only 3 points. And I jumped as far as 2.3m. Not that far, right? Oh, well... At least I contributed. Participation points, people! Yeah, they help quite a bit. Last year, apparently, Bikila won 'cause of the amount of participants. Rono will win this year by sheer strength! Well, actually, I'm not really sure, but Ying Quan's anchoring for Tug was really, what the EG members would call it, "IMBAL"... Which means really good/crazy, for lack of better word. Well, yeah, he was a good anchor. Front anchor. Yeah... Go Rono! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8728682479003177740-4963115368261193454?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/4963115368261193454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=4963115368261193454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4963115368261193454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/4963115368261193454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/there-was-very-nice-sunset-today.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SBSHLMjw_qI/AAAAAAAAADc/VVcWcdY6tHw/s72-c/DSC_9644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8920897745863429830</id><published>2008-04-23T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:55:32.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;JJEG = FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me.&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your touch in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me my weakness, but I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, it's hard to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we touch, I feel the static.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so?&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky.&lt;br /&gt;They wipe away tears that I cry.&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad times, we've been through them all.&lt;br /&gt;You make me rise when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast?&lt;br /&gt;I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everytime we touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat so?&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Everytime We Touch, Cascada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not name any reason as to why this song is here! ^^ I will say it only after the 10th of May! :)&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/8728682479003177740-8920897745863429830?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8920897745863429830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8920897745863429830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8920897745863429830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8920897745863429830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/jjeg-family-i-still-hear-your-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1144337668697972437</id><published>2008-04-20T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:20:05.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only have one thing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH "The Forbidden Kingdom"!!! It's worth every dollar you spent, as well as your time! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the EG guys for "inviting" us!&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/8728682479003177740-1144337668697972437?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1144337668697972437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1144337668697972437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1144337668697972437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1144337668697972437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5946445277728464692</id><published>2008-04-17T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:23:08.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Let's get drunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You can drive us to the harbor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Wish upon a star but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Do you know what stars are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Balls of fire, burning up the black space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Falling from the landscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Exploding in the face of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Let's get crazy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Talk about our big plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Places that you're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Places that I haven't been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Build my walls up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Concrete castle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Keep this kingdom free of hassle, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hear sound echo in the emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All around but you can't change this loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look what you've found, I've fallen down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Taste the saline rolling down your cheekbone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tell me that you're alone, tell me on the telephone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Feel your heart it  breaks within your chest now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Try to get some rest now, sleeps not coming easy for a while, child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Child, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hear sound echo in the emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All around but you can't change this loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look what you've found, I've fallen down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Down, down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hear sound echo in the emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All around but you can't change this loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look what you've found, I've fallen down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look at what you've found, I'm falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Look at what you've found, I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Down, Something Corporate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You’re in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So Close, Jon McLaughlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are two of my most-est favouritest songs in the universe, at the moment, until (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt;) I can find any song better than these two! *Maniacal laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by not going to school today, I managed to do a few things... Well, non-beneficial stuff, hahah. One is, I finally leveled up my knight, she's now level 94! Yay! After weeks of neglecting her... What else... Hmm... I actually watched the History Channel! It was showing about 9/11. I didn't know it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad, until I saw what really happened. Tragic... Yes, I'm very behind times, so, yeah... The tsunami thing is, well, I've already gotten over it. Since it's so close to home, I mean, in Asia. So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another thing is... Yes, Cabal is not that nice... GRANADO ESPADA IS STILL THE BEST GAME! I know everyone's like, "It's a P2P game, right?" My answer is... NO! IT'S NOT A P2P GAME! (P2P means pay-to-play) It hasn't been P2P for a while, now! Grrr, check the website, d-uh! I managed to get a friend to play, and for some reason, he didn't like the game before (that's 'cause he never played it) and the other day, he came up to me and said, "Actually, GE isn't that bad... Quite nice..." And I go, "HAH! I told you so!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so... PLAY GRANADO ESPADA!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-5946445277728464692?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5946445277728464692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5946445277728464692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5946445277728464692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5946445277728464692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-stuff_17.html' title='New stuff!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5089342406613892191</id><published>2008-04-15T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:29:33.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Ill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Blehhh. Falling sick is definitely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the way to start the week! Heheh. Anyway, recently, there's this whole "Support World Vision" thing going on, and I think it's good that they seek help from JC's, 'cause places like Malaysia won't g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ive a damn about whether the children of Africa are dying, and also 'cause they're busy worrying abou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t the Pak Lah and Mahathir conflict. Blahhh, serves them right, I say! BN was trying to remove all churches! How dare they! Multi-racial society, my a**. Anti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chrisitan b******s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a lighter note:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASoywBKKrI/AAAAAAAAADM/glCS24AB1QA/s1600-h/IMAGE_048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASoywBKKrI/AAAAAAAAADM/glCS24AB1QA/s320/IMAGE_048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189458260474342066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASocgBKKmI/AAAAAAAAACk/lrhWAliANi0/s1600-h/IMAGE_044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASocgBKKmI/AAAAAAAAACk/lrhWAliANi0/s320/IMAGE_044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457878222252642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASocwBKKnI/AAAAAAAAACs/NJZLbjJjXR0/s1600-h/IMAGE_047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASocwBKKnI/AAAAAAAAACs/NJZLbjJjXR0/s320/IMAGE_047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457882517219954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodABKKoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XBUZrFp-kfA/s1600-h/IMAGE_051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodABKKoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XBUZrFp-kfA/s320/IMAGE_051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457886812187266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodABKKpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4T34bzk7nOM/s1600-h/IMAGE_050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodABKKpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4T34bzk7nOM/s320/IMAGE_050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457886812187282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodQBKKqI/AAAAAAAAADE/ixEcUyPnFAQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASodQBKKqI/AAAAAAAAADE/ixEcUyPnFAQ/s320/IMAGE_054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189457891107154594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheer brilliance and burst of creativity, I love it! Hahah... Murong and I couldn't stop laughing at those pictures! It was so damn funny, I regretted not bringing my camera to take a clearer shot. But I had to make do with a phone, so this is the best I could get. Don't you think Viper looks like a flat worm or amoeba in the middle of binary fission, where the nucleus splits into two and... *Add some Bio explanation*... Yeah, I forgot all about my Bio already, once I stepped out of Malaysia, SPM was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;last year... XD It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, that was lame, but it just reminded me of Peako. He acts just like a bimbo when he wants to. Cheers, mate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Denise/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Denise/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASqrABKKsI/AAAAAAAAADU/oI6yyrRZ9_4/s1600-h/peako.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASqrABKKsI/AAAAAAAAADU/oI6yyrRZ9_4/s320/peako.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189460326353611458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, I'm not gonna start reminiscing on WMS days, but they were made fun, thanks to some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I lead a new life in JJ now, no use looking behind, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, I forgot. I was in the MRT the other day, and there was this fricking tall guy, his head almost touched the ceiling. Well, too bad I didn't take a picture of it. That would've been odd. People might think I'm hired by some creepy stalker or whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today "Fragrance Flower" didn't come to school! Hahah... Yeah, so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. Chu &lt;/span&gt;took over her class! Imagine that! Mr. Chu! He touched on the topic of Mathematical Induction, and he was seriously damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, now, the LHS has to be the same as the RHS, right? So, if you do the working and the RHS isn't the saem as the LHS, what's the first thing you do? Panic, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sent the whole class laughing. And that was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; time I enjoyed Maths tutorial! Seriously! Maybe 'cause my tutor is... Something... &gt;.&gt; Yeah, she's something, all right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right... Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mandy came down for the... Half-week... Since Saturday. Yeah, interviews and all. She said she did well! Well, of course she would, I believe in her! Even if no one else did (which is highly improbable), I would! Well, most of the time... It's a sibling thing... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened today, hmm... Right! Chemistry block/common test! Grrr, I'm so angry at myself! I knew I wasn't gonna do well this time! Damn, I already have to start bucking up, or I'll get kicked out of EG, have my computer taken away from me, locked up or given to Shaun Lau (OMG! NO!), or uhh... I don't know. Mum will kill me, from 400 km away! Heheh... *Sigh* I can just hear it now... &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe I've rambled enough... Umm, SUPPORT WORLD VISION! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 224px; height: 18px;" src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Denise/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-5089342406613892191?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5089342406613892191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5089342406613892191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5089342406613892191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5089342406613892191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/falling-ill.html' title='Falling Ill...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SASoywBKKrI/AAAAAAAAADM/glCS24AB1QA/s72-c/IMAGE_048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-9095754053745920633</id><published>2008-04-11T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:40:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICHIE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R_94Dw2WgwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1SD3-JSfZUk/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R_94Dw2WgwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1SD3-JSfZUk/s320/collage1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187997301801911042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy birthday, Richie! Have a good year ahead of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-9095754053745920633?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/9095754053745920633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=9095754053745920633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/9095754053745920633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/9095754053745920633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-richie.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RICHIE!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R_94Dw2WgwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1SD3-JSfZUk/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-363572851905356312</id><published>2008-04-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:39:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, and one more thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUPPORT WORLD VISION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/8728682479003177740-363572851905356312?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/363572851905356312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=363572851905356312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/363572851905356312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/363572851905356312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-7657774357606962782</id><published>2008-04-09T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:01:15.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know if I just made the right choice, and I don't know if I'm going to be happy, but if something good happens, then I guess God really saw how I struggled with this decision for a few weeks. Just that it wasn't so horrible until now. Well, decision's made, and I hope that things will be alright. I trust God to help me in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust and hope that you will come to accept my decision, the way you did before. It's not just you, it's about me, too. Understand my decision, and the reason for my choice. And maybe one day you'll see that I can make my own choices, and I can know what is right to me, what I like to do, what I enjoy doing. That I can differentiate what I like to do, and what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to do. I'm not always going to look to you for my decisions. I can choose, myself. I can decide. I can live, knowing that I may have done the right thing. You may be angry for a while. But who knows what lies ahead? I may love it just as much as I thought I loved what I did before. It may not be the best thing you want for me, and I understand that. But I can't let myself suffer from guilt, or loyalty that I don't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, God, I leave my future in Your hands. I leave everything that will come, with You. I may be able to do good things now. Maybe someday, be even greater than what I am. But for now, I'm alright. I'm still smarting from a stumble, but time always heals wounds, no matter how deep. It's just that I need to trust You. And I do. I'll just follow the path You've laid out for me, and I'll walk it. Though sometimes I may take wrong turns, or stumble upon obstacles, You are there for me, and I know I can get through everything.&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/8728682479003177740-7657774357606962782?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/7657774357606962782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=7657774357606962782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7657774357606962782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7657774357606962782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5654741631721163893</id><published>2008-04-09T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:26:10.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hrmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sigh* Tests, CCA, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;double&lt;/span&gt; CCA... Grr... Maybe I should just quit Photography. I mean, EG could make use of me better than Photography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world is wrong with people these days... Can never be satisfied! At first, it was because I joined Photography... "Not good enough," she says. Now E-Gaming? "Nobody in uni is gonna look at ur cca and go wowww, she's in e-gaming," she says. "Don't join Choir/Dance club. Too much commitment," she says. "Don't join Volleyball, they train until 7," she says. And now, after accepting the fact that I'm in Photography, "Mom says stay in Photography," she/they say(s)... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just makes me so... Grr... At least I bother about my CCA's, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d &lt;/span&gt;my studies... Not like I'm failing every class, or even dying, for that matter... As if I'll die if I change CCA's... So what about my testimonial for university? Not like I'm asked to dance for Chingay, or model for an ethnic chic design competition, or be an emcee for Talentime, or be a cheerleading captain or... Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that every time I do something which I think I have done well, someone just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; to shoot me down! And it's not just the people I know, who are close to me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;related&lt;/span&gt; to me. I know there will always be criticism, and all that, but at least don't make it seem like I've ruined my life or something! I mean... Grr... Sometimes, I wonder why I even bother with these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;want to quit Photography. I mean, they could use one less member, I'm sure... *Sigh* 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/8728682479003177740-5654741631721163893?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5654741631721163893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5654741631721163893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5654741631721163893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5654741631721163893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/hrmm.html' title='Hrmm...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-264036329601442198</id><published>2008-04-07T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:37:02.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IEZAHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iezah... You're my best friend... You know why, right? Heheh... Don't make me say it in front of so many people who can read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun macam susah-susah sikit nak buat apa awak buat tadi (tentang EC, heheh), I hormati awak, kerana sanggup buat macam tu untuk aku, yeh? Iezah memang baik hati! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if that was written for real, or I was just exaggerating... To those who speak Malay, you will understand what I said, but not why... To those who don't... Uhh... Too bad... Hahah! Eyy, this post is dedicated to you, Iezah! Don't cry, okay... Gembira sikit, yeh? &lt;3&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/8728682479003177740-264036329601442198?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/264036329601442198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=264036329601442198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/264036329601442198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/264036329601442198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/iezahhh_7798.html' title='IEZAHHH!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5246831283935413623</id><published>2008-04-05T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:26:55.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La la la...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear guest speaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like you, and I don't like the way you delivered the message... You wasted so much time by talking about your life, and since you think it's so funny, go and tell it to someone else who cares about your life... Frankly speaking, I don't care about your friends with 10,000 siblings, whose parents have had nothing to do in their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, please do tell us more of what you came to tell us for. I find myself wasting my time and life, when I could use it to blog, or level up my level 93 knight. She's only a KNIGHT! And I wanted her to be a LORD KNIGHT! That's how many hundred levels away (no I'm exaggerating)! And now, you have ruined my momentum in training... Thank you very much for your most un-interesting words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;tseqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, how I wish I could send such a letter, just more hateful, so that I don't reveal who this guest speaker is... Grr... Anyway, we were watching football, the most boring sport ever, a match of Arsenal and Liverpool, and all three of them (Ah Yee, Uncle Keith, and Shaun Lau) tried explaining to me the rules of football, which I obviously didn't know, due to lack of watching sports on TV, especially football...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's tennis. Everyone's hero would be Roger Federer, just like my Ah Yee's and most probably Mandy's... But my hero is Novak Djokovic! Yayyy! All because he won the Australian Open at Mandy's age! And also beat that stuck-up Tsonga guy... Yeah, that was like, long ago, but still, he's my hero! XD Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes, other than that, I hate inline skating... I didn't think that making a U-turn would be so hard... So much for skating for leisure... And to think I wanted to skate around some park with my cousin cycling... *Sigh* I miss those old times... Well, thing is, I can't cycle, so I have to settle for skating... Not that I mind, of course. I love inline skating! Just not when I'm forced to do all sorts of tricks... Annoying, much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Ben: No, I won't tell you what's so funny, 'cause even if I did, I'll hit you if you ever give out a peep, and you know that, right?! /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-5246831283935413623?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5246831283935413623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5246831283935413623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5246831283935413623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5246831283935413623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-la-la.html' title='La la la...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2959163582725240351</id><published>2008-04-04T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:59:04.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHH!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;AAAAHHHH! OMG! Something happened. It made Letice and Su Jia laugh at me... :( So mean, you guys... Too bad Hazlin was asleep through the whole thing... Hahah... Oh, yay! I finally managed to get all my info for my PI! I'm so happy! Wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, something else happened in school... Heheh... Something else that made me happy!&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/8728682479003177740-2959163582725240351?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2959163582725240351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2959163582725240351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2959163582725240351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2959163582725240351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/aaaahhhh.html' title='AAAAHHHH!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2223429559537108924</id><published>2008-04-03T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:57:50.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I felt like it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahah, yeah, I felt like writing another post. Yes, I'm still happy, still smiling... And yeah, still obsessed, unfortunately/fortunately... &gt;.&gt; Okay, creepy stalker-ish acting... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking back at my old blog, and was thinking, "I wrote this? I wrote that? Omg, such an idiot!" Well, considering, I only had like, 7 posts? 8 posts? Blah, too lazy to check. Then I read the one I wrote in tribute to my Grandma. And then, I remember saying to God, "Don't take my other Grandma away, she's all we have now..." And thank God she's still alive and well. As cheeky as she can be, sometimes... ^^ Yeah, the only problem is communication. My Mandarin sucks, my Cantonese sucks, and she doesn't speak English. Nope. No communication skills there... But I'm learning! Well, in a way... I've found a wonderful friend, Shan Wen, to teach me. And she says I speak with an accent... What accent? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaaah... I'm so bored, and I should be doing my homework right now... Okay, Denise, snap out of it, you can go do your homework now... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I don't want to... &lt;/span&gt;Dammit... I hate this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dreamy look returns* :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, one more thing. BARATH! YOU'RE STILL MY AH MENG, DON'T DENY IT!!! And Razak, you're still my favorite/only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;murung&lt;/span&gt; friend! Heheh... Well, good school mates, good times! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dreamy look returns, again* *Sigh*&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/8728682479003177740-2223429559537108924?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2223429559537108924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2223429559537108924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2223429559537108924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2223429559537108924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/cause-i-felt-like-it.html' title='&apos;Cause I felt like it...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1162660327161508064</id><published>2008-04-03T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:34:03.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel happy... And high... And no one knows why, except for a choice few... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not gonna burst out into song or jump for joy, but, yeah, it kinda hurts from all the smiling... Oww... Permanently stuck this way... *Sigh* My poor cheeks... And thus, people have tried poking them, and said they have a lot of muscle, which meant I usually smile a lot... Which is not true! I do not smile all the time! ... Just when... *Ahem* Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am brimming with joy... And I thank God for it, I really do! He's the One that makes me really happy. He sent someone to cheer me up, and another to... Hahah, I won't say... =D But yeah, I'm really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my classmates, I love my family (both in Singapore and in Malaysia), I love [well, not really love, per se... More like, admire from afar (very far) o.o ...] _______, and I love God most of all. Easy as that! I feel guilty now, when I don't think of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is like... My computer... Without it, I wouldn't get anything done. In that way, without God, I won't even be alive! Imagine that... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like... My pens... I'd die in school without them... Hahah... But in another way, God uses me as a pen, to write my story so that others will read it... Well, not literally read it, but He pens down my life, and writes my story. Well, His story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is also in a way, but not exactly (that would be worshiping idols... Boo...) like _______, whom I think of everyday, and when I do, I get a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is my life... He's always there for me, and He always will be! He'll be with me through all my days here on Earth, and when the time comes, I know where I'm going, and what's going to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing love,&lt;br /&gt;Now what else shall I need.&lt;br /&gt;Your name brings life,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than the air I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world was changed,&lt;br /&gt;When Your life, You gave for me.&lt;br /&gt;My purpose found,&lt;br /&gt;And all that You are for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Found, Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Break my heart for what breaks Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause.&lt;br /&gt;As I walk from Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Into Eternity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Hosanna, Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cintaku pada-Mu, (My love for You)&lt;br /&gt;Tiada pengakhirannya... (Has no end...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May Gan's song (forgot the title XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ku mahu cinta Yesus selamanya.(I want to love Jesus forever)&lt;br /&gt;Ku mahu cinta Yesus selamanya.(I want to love Jesus forever)&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun badai silih berganti, (Although there are alternate hurricanes)&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hidupku.(In my life)&lt;br /&gt;Ku mahu cinta Yesus selamanya.(I want to love Jesus forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Abba, ya Bapa, (Abba, Father)&lt;br /&gt;Ini aku, anak-Mu.(This is me, Your child)&lt;br /&gt;Pakaikanlah seluruh hidupku.(Use all of my life)&lt;br /&gt;Ya Abba, ya Bapa,(Abba, Father)&lt;br /&gt;Ini aku anak-Mu.(This is me, Your child)&lt;br /&gt;Pakailah sesuai dengan rencana-Mu...(Use me according to Your will...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ku Mahu Cinta Yesus Selamanya, Unknown Artist (to me...)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really great songs... Really love listening to them, especially Found, and it's the song directly before Hosanna, so if it's played on iTunes, it continues, and so it's like, 2 songs into 1... Well, yeah, it's kinda lame when I say it, but when I listen to it, it never fails to make me relax. Though, admittedly, I don't think about God on the weekdays, and I feel really guilty. I'm constantly tired, and I don't draw strength from God. I also have a lot of things that distract me from Him. And never once did I look to Him. So now, I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming obsessed... Blehhh... Like, really, really, really obsessed with something/one... Well, yeah, there's GE... Granado Espada... *Sigh* I love that game... ^^ And, yeah, there's another something/one... Well, yeah, it's obsession... And it's bad... But I can't help it. What's a girl to do... *Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is nice, sometimes... And reminds me of... Well... Nothing actually. Maybe when I have the chance one day, I'll take a walk in the rain... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you... &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, a Natasha Bedingfield song, Unwritten. They use it for the Pantene ads, and I find that quite funny, but it seemed quite appropriate... o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mood continues... *Dreamy look* =D&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/8728682479003177740-1162660327161508064?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1162660327161508064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1162660327161508064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1162660327161508064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1162660327161508064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8816851313095410971</id><published>2008-04-02T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:39:20.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday... They're all the same...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been one heck of a week. Well, if not for some things... Well, last week was... Full of accidents... Well, for one, I fell. Well, that was on Friday. Well, I was really, really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;, REALLY tired. Yeah, after arriving at home at like, 7.30 everyday, I think I was ready to pass out. To add on to that, burnt myself in hot oil. Ouch, not a good place to be. &gt;.&gt; Well, yeah, it happened, and I just said I was being my usual, clumsy self, but that week's come to an end! Thank God, no more accidents... I don't think I would've survived... Though, I didn't get much sleep over the weekend, so now I've taken to sleeping early, and slowly recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the first time I've skated (inline skating) since I was in... Standard Two? That's like... I was... Eight at that time, so that would make it close to 10 years, since I've skated! Yeah, sure I was rusty, but I managed to skate for a while. But the stupid things were killing me. Damn, it was painful when they told me to lean to my right, and I was trying my hardest not to fall! Well, I fell twice. But thank goodness for gear. If I fell, it wouldn't have been pretty. And I was so tempted to start skating without the gear! 'Cause I never had the gear when I was young. Well, then, I was young. Now, I'm not so young. And I'm heavier, so obviously, there are some things I can't do. We ended at about 6.30, but I had to 'wait' for a friend, whom I didn't know would take more than an hour to finish whatever dealings she had. So, in the end, I left school at 7.00... And the fricking 157 bus didn't come until 7.30! So I was stuck at the damn bus station for half an hour. *Sigh* The things I do for school... I reached home at 8.30, and got a nice scolding, 'cause I'm not supposed to do any physical activity for the next two weeks, due to the 'Mas Selamat' incident. (Refer to previous posts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a happier note, it was the first JJEG meeting today. Yeah, I got in, but it's nothing much to brag about. Not like I'm the only girl or anything, but it sure will be embarrassing if I was. Well, I didn't sign up for councillor, my sister would've killed me if I did. There was a so-called 'rally' for Rono (yellow) house, and we only had like, 5 candidates, one of which is my classmate, so, yeah, obviously I'll be voting for him. Hah, because of that the darn EG meeting started half an hour late! Grrr... Anyway, yes, I went, and it was... Interesting. I found it funny that the vice-president loved to call the president of the club a noob. Shows what a close-knitted 'family' they are... Heheh. Well, it's quite nice, so far. And, heheh... *Ahem* Hazlin, Shan Wen, Kina... You know, right... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's nothing much to blog about these days. Heh, except about my 'accidents', which were actually the result of clumsiness and timelessness. Yeah, I'm always rushing for time... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right, I forgot one more thing! I went to JP(Jurong Point) with Shan Wen... Yay! Hah! Mandy! I went out with a friend! In between schooling hours! *Gasp* Yeah, I had the following conversation with my sister :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishhh..... mandapandabanana.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;so have u gone out to orchard alone yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tseqi ng - http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;no, i haven't... i haven't even got time to go to jp with my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tseqi ng - http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm too busy to go out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishhh..... mandapandabanana.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishhh..... mandapandabanana.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;then where do you eat lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tseqi ng - http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;uhh, school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End of conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I don't remember exactly what she said, but it went along those lines. Heck, I don't even remember what I said! But it somehow sums up to that little snippet. Hahah... Well, it's true! I never really had the time to go out, since PAE, when she took me out from school to go to City Hall... I think... I don't remember, but it was with Christina! By the way, this happened in school, and it's related to Christina :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During JJ night, there was this big group of F1's (Family 1) in the LN (Leader's Network) and all of us were feeling sick. So Christina walks in and yeah, I'm surprised to see her, heheh... Then I meet Jack @ beansprout, beanshoot, beanspam, beansmack, beansell, beanslave, beansoup... Yeah, RO characters... Heheh. Most of the guild is from JJ. Well, at least I think so... But, yeah... I think that's about all I can think of... Tata!&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/8728682479003177740-8816851313095410971?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8816851313095410971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8816851313095410971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8816851313095410971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8816851313095410971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-tomorrow-yesterday-theyre-all.html' title='Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday... They&apos;re all the same...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1049629528737867393</id><published>2008-03-20T22:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:31:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm thinking of what to blog, but I don't know what to blog about. Anyway, this week has been &lt;em&gt;hectic&lt;/em&gt;, really. I've been arriving home at 7:00-7:30 pm everyday for the past week, and then I pulled my Achilles' tendon, it's painful, that I'm limping, and everyone's calling me Mas Selamat. Yeah, the story goes like this, I was limping out of the kitchen, wearing "ill-fitting clothes" and my mom goes, "Mas Selamat!", so I went back into the kitchen and took otu a butter knife, 'cause apparently, Mas Selamat has himself armed! So, yeah, I gained the nickname 'Mas Selamat'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, my cousin comes out from the shower with a towel wrapped around her head like a &lt;em&gt;tudung&lt;/em&gt;, and my mom, lame as she is, calls her "Mas Selamat's wife" and thus, she is called Puan Selamat. Yeah, such is my life in Singapore. Anyway, I'm not limping anymore, so that nickname doesn't apply anymore, yay! Well, I still do limp, but not obviously. (Did that make sense to you? Never mind...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, yes, school has been... Hectic... Cramped with schoolwork, well, work done in school, not at home. And CCA's... Oh, by the way, about my CCA's. CCA stands for Co-Curricular Activites (d-uh...) and yeah, I have to pick my CCA's. So, since Term 2 started, I've actually signed up for a few... Well, my first choice being the Photography Club. Well, I'm actually already a member in it, I have been since Term 1, so... Yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And my second choice is (you're never gonna believe it, and I know someone's gonna yell at me [you know who...] for joining it) the E-Gaming club. Yeah, well, most people might think it's just DotA, and CS, and O2Jam, but if I could, &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; I could get games like RO, or GE... By the way, RO and GE are my two most-est, favourite-est online games in the whole entire world. RO is &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;RAGNAROK ONLINE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and GE is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRANADO ESPADA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KC0OdPRXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HqRRmfS6y8c/s1600-h/ge031%2520(400%2520x%2520300).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179846355175032178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KC0OdPRXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HqRRmfS6y8c/s320/ge031%2520(400%2520x%2520300).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KCz-dPRWI/AAAAAAAAABk/budhN0268PI/s1600-h/ragnarok-title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179846350880064866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KCz-dPRWI/AAAAAAAAABk/budhN0268PI/s320/ragnarok-title.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But sadly, JJ E-Gaming room... Has no Internet... *Sob*... Well, that's what they told me. But still you need Internet to play O2Jam, right?! So I have my stand, and I shall propose that idea! Maybe we can charge students at a higher price to use the net... Hrmm... &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KAzudPRVI/AAAAAAAAABc/OCwjAUv1akE/s1600-h/ani_gg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179844147561842002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KAzudPRVI/AAAAAAAAABc/OCwjAUv1akE/s320/ani_gg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I'm not really sure. Now, I have &lt;em&gt;tonnes &lt;/em&gt;of things catching my attention, some of which are (I just know I'm gonna get yelled at...) :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Counsillor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OGL (Orientation Group Leader)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, actually, these are just it. But from a former Counsillor and my sister's best friend, Christina Chiang, she says that it's hard to be a Counsillor, and I'm already packed up to my forehead with work and I'm slacking too much... Well, yeah, I should really buck up... Well, I guess that's all for now... I'm really in a &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GRANADO ESPADA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mood... Hrmm... Heheh...&lt;/span&gt;&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/8728682479003177740-1049629528737867393?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1049629528737867393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1049629528737867393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1049629528737867393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1049629528737867393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-thinking-of-what-to-blog-but-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R-KC0OdPRXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HqRRmfS6y8c/s72-c/ge031%2520(400%2520x%2520300).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2763248930217823546</id><published>2008-03-12T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:22:10.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a while, I was fretting my results for SPM, which I shouldn't have, because thanks to God and all my teacher, I scored 6 A1's, 1 A2, 1 B3, and 2 5C's:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bahasa Melayu&lt;/span&gt; :- &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;English :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Modern Maths :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moral :- 5C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sejarah :- 5C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Additional Maths :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chemistry :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Biology :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Physics :- 3B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;English For Science &amp;amp; Technology :- 1A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm really very happy for my results, even though it doesn't matter to me, even if i got 10 9G's... That's like, bottom-est of the bottom-est! And, yeah, since I'm already in Singapore, SCREW SPM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-2763248930217823546?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2763248930217823546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2763248930217823546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2763248930217823546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2763248930217823546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/03/spm.html' title='SPM'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5586133374328147911</id><published>2008-03-12T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:36:09.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Airshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4r15VCzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JozBUNOxYJs/s1600-h/DSC_8984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176738991282916146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4r15VCzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JozBUNOxYJs/s320/DSC_8984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4sV5VC0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/TuJXqXEHZec/s1600-h/DSC_9041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176738999872850754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4sV5VC0I/AAAAAAAAAA0/TuJXqXEHZec/s320/DSC_9041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4s15VC1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KKoPqpqoUug/s1600-h/DSC_9060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176739008462785362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4s15VC1I/AAAAAAAAAA8/KKoPqpqoUug/s320/DSC_9060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4tF5VC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/4icuTjMKwdc/s1600-h/DSC_9066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176739012757752674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4tF5VC2I/AAAAAAAAABE/4icuTjMKwdc/s320/DSC_9066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4tl5VC3I/AAAAAAAAABM/nuOD5Tx0QxE/s1600-h/DSC_9059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176739021347687282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4tl5VC3I/AAAAAAAAABM/nuOD5Tx0QxE/s320/DSC_9059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since Brandon so nicely asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Brandon, here are your most awaited pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No, Brandon, these aren't all the pictures, just the ones which I think you &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; like... I can try sending the whole thing over, but you wouldn't want the other pictures... ^^ Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-5586133374328147911?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5586133374328147911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5586133374328147911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5586133374328147911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5586133374328147911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/03/singapore-airshow.html' title='Singapore Airshow'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R9d4r15VCzI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JozBUNOxYJs/s72-c/DSC_8984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3557422308725302416</id><published>2008-02-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:35:41.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shall trace myself backwards. First of all, Ah Meng died. No, Ah Meng is not a distant relative of mine, but, she was an &lt;em&gt;orang utan&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165717446992501794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R7BQph4GnCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mH_7LD5oQEY/s320/IMG_4146_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Ah Meng (18 June 1960 – 8 February 2008) was a female Sumatran Orang utan and a tourism icon of Singapore. She was smuggled from Indonesia and kept illegally as a domestic pet before being recovered by a veterinarian in 1971. She was then eleven years old and was given a home at the Singapore Zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Meng was the head of her small clan, which lives in a large enclosure with about twenty other orangutans. She had five children and became a grandmother in 1990. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She belonged to the Sumatran Orangutan species, a rarer breed of orangutan now critically endangered due to illegal logging and poaching. There are about only 7,500 Sumatran Orangutans left in the wild in the rainforests of Sumatra, Indonesia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Ah Meng was the poster girl of the Singapore Zoo. Pictures of her have been used in Singapore's tourism advertisements worldwide. She has also been featured in over 30 travel films and more than 300 articles. Some of the foreign dignitaries and celebrities that visited Ah Meng included Prince Philip and Michael Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Due to her early years being raised as a domestic pet, Ah Meng was more approachable by humans as compared to other primates in her clan. Due to her interactive nature, she was the first to host the Zoo's 'Breakfast With An Orang Utan' programme. By allowing visitors to interact closely with Ah Meng and other orangutans, the Singapore Zoo aims to raise public awareness of the importance of preserving the orangutan's natural habitat as well as other environmental issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In 1992, the Singapore Tourism Promotion Board conferred Ah Meng a "Special Tourism Ambassador" award in recognition of her contribution towards tourism in Singapore. She was the first non-human recipient of the award. She received a certificate and a stack of bananas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As she aged, her public appearances became less frequent for fear of subjecting her to stress&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ah Meng passed away on 8 February 2008 due to old age. She was 48 years old, or 95 human years, and is survived by two sons, Hsing Hsing and Satria, and three daughters, Medan, Hong Bao, and Sayang, as well as six grandchildren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a tribute to her, the next orangutan to be born at the Singapore Zoo will be named Ah Meng Junior. There are also plans to plant a durian tree at Ah meng's grave because durian was her favourite treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 10 February, 2008, a high-profile memorial service for Ah Meng was held before a crowd of 4000 visitors at the Singapore Zoo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Unlike &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people I know, even though I haven't been in Singapore for very long, but I still feel a sense of loss for all the Singaporeans out there. Well, partly because we went to the zoo that day and saw Ah Meng. It's really sad, y'know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To back track some more, CNY was okay... Nothing different, except more &lt;em&gt;ang pau&lt;/em&gt;! Y'know, more married couples and all. Also, in connection to that, I opened a bank account! Oooh... Hahah, not much. And finally, I'm a legal student! Yay! Hahah... Yes, I went to collect my student pass from the immigration, and the line was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUPER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; LONG! It was as long as one whole round around the building, and back again. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; long! Seriously. And when we went in, tehre wasn't anyone inside... XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What else... Let's see... Hmm... I went to NYDC (New York Dessert Cafe), and the stuff there was REALLY good. All the chocolate! Hahah... And check this out:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165725895193173042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R7BYVR4GnDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/60SZii25pgU/s320/IMAGE_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahah, don't you find that cute?! Such a coincidence, don't you think... Hahah! Anyway, I thought that all the waiters and waitresses were all too skinny for a job at NYDC... XD That would just be so contradictory... Hahah... Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ooh, ooh, I'm playing RO again! For those of you who don't know, RO is Ragnarok Online, one of the greatest games ever ^^ This server was my old one, and it's the only screenshot I have left... The rest are all back in Malaysia. I look forward to having all of them back soon! Then I can reminisce about the old days in XenaRO. Anyway, I'm happy now, with RaijeRO... Thanks to Christina for introducing me to this server! Really enjoy it! And it's the first time I've enjoyed a low/med-rate server... Can't decide which one it is, but it's great all the same! Anyway, this goes out to all my XenaRO buddies who stuck with me. I miss playing with you guys (if you're actually reading this...) and it's been great knowing all of you. Cheers to you all:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hokus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hakuoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;arconis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Momo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Idola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reeku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though some of you weren't the best people to be around, I'm sorry for stuff that I didn't mean, and I don't hate any of you. Thanks for all the memories, especially in Abyss Lake! XD Cheers to you guys, you rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165729064879037506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R7BbNx4GnEI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vS3cz5ls8-c/s320/screenXenaRO%5BHR%5D028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I guess that's all for now. It's really short, but I will place all sorts of photos next time... Well, if anyone wants to bother to see it...&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/8728682479003177740-3557422308725302416?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3557422308725302416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3557422308725302416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3557422308725302416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3557422308725302416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/R7BQph4GnCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mH_7LD5oQEY/s72-c/IMG_4146_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1144087219090246667</id><published>2008-01-24T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:38:45.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yay! My dad's coming down to Singapore on Saturday, and well, needless to say, I get to buy stuffs! :D When I say stuffs, I mean my camera card-reader, and hmm... A few things that I don't think I wanna pay on my own ^^ Look on the bright side, at least it's not clothes... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, school's over until Monday! Yay! So I have a four-day weekend/holiday. Why? This is because the O-Level results came out today, and the next 4 days are used for JAE registration. I want to wish my classmates of 08S25 the best of luck wherever they may go! 'Cause we all know that some of them might be staying and some might be leaving. Anyway, I would just like to thank my classmates who are leaving for being such great people this past 2 weeks or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Even though it's only been two weeks, or maybe even less, it's been great fun... You guys are awesome, and I wouldn't change classes for anything! I appreciate all that you've done, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;especially the 18 people who skipped out on Maths Lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! We escaped the wrath of Ms. Chia!!! :D (Yes, I was part of it, too... Who wants to listen to binomial expansion anyway?) Well, not like Ms. Chia has any wrath, I mean, she's so... Stoner... Hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I crashed one of the Maths classes done by Mr. Chu, and like I said, he's damn funny! Best Maths teacher! I still have yet to organize myself and get used to life JJC. Though, I don't think that will happen soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, no, this is not a dedicated post, it's just a random post, and I have no idea why I even bothered... Oh, right, to wish the O-Level-ers good luck, so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;GOOD LUCK (in your results) TO ALL THOSE TAKING O-LEVELS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-1144087219090246667?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1144087219090246667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1144087219090246667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1144087219090246667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1144087219090246667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving?'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-2812374740324285285</id><published>2008-01-22T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:30:53.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You get your fill to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But always keep that hunger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Living might mean taking chances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But they're worth taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it's worth making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leave you bitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you come close to selling out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reconsider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give the heavens above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;More than just a passing glance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Rolling us along) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Tell me who) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Where those years have gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Rolling us along) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Tell me who) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Where those years have gone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Tell me who) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope you dance (Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Where those years have gone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-I Hope You Dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lee Ann Womack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, yes, this is the somg my sister and I sung for my aunty's wedding. Imagine the amount of people coming up to us after that. You know, Australians and their enthusiasm about a particular subject. They were like, "Omg, that was absolutely &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right... '-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-2812374740324285285?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/2812374740324285285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=2812374740324285285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2812374740324285285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/2812374740324285285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hope-you-never-lose-your-sense-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8219700673567833746</id><published>2008-01-21T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:00:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello, good people! Yes, someone who was once known as Ms. Lau, is now MRS. KLEINMAN-LAU! Yay!!! After 13 years, you think it's about time?! Heheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, yes, because of the celebration last night, I was given permission to stay home from school, and my Yee Mah would write a letter for me, telling them why I stayed home. ^^ Even my mom declared it a holiday for my cousins as well, hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, the celebration was great! The person who did my hair and make-up in Clarke Quay was really good, but I looked like crap at the end of the night. It was at the Shangri-La Hotel, my sister and I stayed over for one night, 'cause my new uncle is a bit &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt;, you know, like, you can't see the bride before the wedding. Want to know why? Go watch Pirates Of The Carribean 2... Hahah... Anyway, all went well, except for the stupid wedding photographer... Grr... You don't bloody chase people around to try and snap their photo when they don't want it! At least respect some requests, as if he hasn't snapped enough... I don't know, my sister said he was scared of me... GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, yes, there was dancing and singing, and it was quite funny to watch my Ah Yee in the dress, trying to dance, Uncle Keith had to help her hold her skirt. Anothe rone was the photo session. They were taking a picture with the WHOLE Kleinman family (and that's ALOT) and my poor sister was squatting behind my Ah Yee, holding her skirt so it won't get wet. Yeah, it drizzled lightly before, so the ground was partially wet. Damn, we didn't get a picture of that! Heheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I guess that's all for now! My family went back to Malaysia, but they're coming down again in 2 weeks! My dad'll be coming back next week, though. Some job. Yes, and now, here's a joke we made up ourselves :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, some of you know that my dad works as a professional photographer, and I was telling my sister that my dad's been booked since December 2007 for a February 2008 job, and she was like, "Oh, yeah, my dad's a wanted man..." And I replied, "Yeah, he shoots people..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, that was pretty lame, but it just... Never mind, I won't bother explaining... Anyway, speaking of photography, I GOT MY OWN CAMERAAA! A Nikon D70! Whoo! But I don't have a bloody card reader... Looks like I have to get one myself... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, I am also joining a photography competition, and I have no idea what to take. My model's gone back to Malaysia! Nooo! Anyone else wanna volunteer?! Heheh, you'll have to come all the way to Singapore, though... Hahah! Ooh! I know! PHILIP!!! *Cackles evilly* By the way, to Philip: We go Jurong Birdpark on CNY, okay, okay?! Hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's all! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-8219700673567833746?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8219700673567833746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8219700673567833746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8219700673567833746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8219700673567833746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1668280619285088294</id><published>2008-01-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:01:33.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, since I have so much time, I can blog, whee! And the movie 'Grimm Brothers' isn't until 10:00 pm, so I have about 10 minutes or so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, my aunt's wedding is on the 20th of January 2008! Everybody say, 'Yay...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Yay..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Right... Okay, so, my cousin's and sister's bridesmaid dresses just got done, and they look nice! Well, so does mine, but it doesn't do anything to hide my two-tone body! Yes, I got sunburnt like, a week and a half ago, and it's bloody obvious. Quite sad, really... My aunt was panicking... Well, it's not her fault, it's mine! I didn't put sunblock, and I really hurt for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's been a week since I've started JC, and yes, it may sound weird, but I enjoy JC! Whoo, JC! Yes, I mentioned before, and I have the best Maths teacher for mass lecture, Mr. Chu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Let's stare at this question for a while... *draws an eye*... Okay, now we use the cover-up rule... *draws a cacat hand*... Okay, now take a deep breath, and look at the question... Alright, don't panic... Oh my God..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;That's Mr. Chu's famous line! Hahah, but that's only for mass lecture. Pray really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hard that I get Mr. Chu for tutorials as well! Anyway, JC is fun... Yeah... Just peachy... Except for PC... Gawd! They killed my legs! They made us run two rounds around the track at first, then up 8 flights of stairs and another 200m, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;TWICE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! That's nuts! Well, the two rounds itself almost killed me. I couldn't do it, I really couldn't. I felt like falling flat on my face. Show's how unfit I am, after a month and a week of holiday... Well, because of that, my bridesmaid dress was tight around the chest area, mainly because of my back. Somehow, it expanded... If that's the right word for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, I went to CTYF on my own... Yay... It stands for 'Calvary Tengah Youth Fellowship', and they're Pres-Byterian (however you spell it), so they don't believe in speaking in tongues. Well, to put it simply, they're totally against it. So when I went for Youth service today, I was offended 'cause they were making fun of how SIB prayed! And the whole youth was laughing! Imagine that, I felt so offended, I felt like crying! I mean, hello, it's one thing to talk about it, but to laugh at it and poke fun?! That's too much... Grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Forgiveness!~* It would probably take a while to cool down... At least there are some nice people there. Well, some of them are... But they went out of their way to welcome me, so I should 'give chance lah', like my baby cousin, Shaun Lau always says. Hahah. The following is a choice line for a skit he wanted to perform for my aunt's wedding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Hi, I'm Keith (my aunt's husband). I bought a Stream. A Honda Stream. And I call it the Kleiman (his surname) River."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it was funny. At least I thought it was funny. Not sure what everyone else says... He also came up with a song with the "I Will Follow You" tune. This happened one day when we thought my two aunts were rooming together, so Shaun and I shared a room. So this song was sung before we found out that they weren't going to room together, and so, disappointment arrived... But here's the lyrics anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I love it, I love it, I love it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Because I have five pillows, five pillows, five pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And I have two boslters, two bolsters, two bolsters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And a big mattress, a mattress, a mattress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I have a duvet..... (stops there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The rest of the lyrics are still under construction... We're working on it... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-1668280619285088294?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1668280619285088294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1668280619285088294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1668280619285088294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1668280619285088294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/wheee.html' title='Wheee!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6050860863631089689</id><published>2008-01-10T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T21:34:27.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yo, people! It's been two weeks since I came to Singapore, and it's been &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; one week since I started JC (Junior College, not Jay Chou). The following post will be on a emo note, but the inspiration came from reading Debbie Woo's blog, and cutting grapes in half. I'll tell you why soon. Which reminds me... HAOW KANG LOVES GRAPES!!! Hahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I was just cutting grapes in half and seeding them, and the maid was laughing at me. So I was thinking, flashbacks and all, about how I ate grapes when I was young. All five of us (my family) would sit at the table after dinner and the maid would bring out a dish of grapes and a knife. Then my mum would slowly cut the grapes in half and take out the seeds (this applies only for grapes with seeds) and place both halves on the dish while my brother and I pinched them off the plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This significant memory, to me, is one of my most precious ones, and Iknow that I'll never experience it again, not at this age, where I'm old enough to peel and seed my own grapes. Even as I seeded my grapes, there was always one or two seeds still stuck in the half of the grape. Then I think of when my mom did it, there were never any seeds in it. Yeah, there are some instances where there was one, but that occured very rarely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I think about it, I was a privileged kid. We weren't poor, we weren't rich, but we were just happy. Someone said about being a typical Chinese family, we never hug one another, and that sorta thing. God gave us a heart and two arms, it's simple to just hug a person. Anyway, that's besides the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now that I'm in Singapore, I'm without my immediate family. Here, my grandmother eats dinner at 4:30pm, and my first aunt comes back at around 8:00-9:00 pm. And my youngest aunt doesn't come home for dinner sometimes, so I'm stuck eating with the maid. Not that it's a bad thing. But there's just something about the family that's there, and you can just talk to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was there was Pastor Eric from QBC prayed for my Ah Yee's new home, and he said something about family, and the word 'home', which meant dwelling. He said that it's the place where one can be him/herself. This is true. At home, you've lived with your family for so long, you know the good, the bad and the ugly. Now that I think about it, family is one of the most beautiful things you have in your life. There's no way the feeling can be replaced no matter where you are. My heart goes out to all those under-privileged children, who don't have proper homes and families. I guess I'm really blessed to even have a family and a home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;With all that said, I realise how sometimes memories of my childhood can always link to what I am today, from cutting grapes in half to my sister pouring nail polish remover down my throat... Yes, that really happened, but all these childish rivalries are pushed aside in the prospect of family. Like in 1 Timothy 5:4, it says "... should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family...", so learning to forgive as a Christian is very important, and sometimes, it's for the best of things. It's not so bad to remember all these memories once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, to conclude this post, which doesn't really make sense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MOM &amp;amp; DAD &amp;amp; MANDY &amp;amp; AARON...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-6050860863631089689?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6050860863631089689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6050860863631089689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6050860863631089689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6050860863631089689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8484513472020981876</id><published>2008-01-04T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:12:00.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year... Yadda yadda yadda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an SMS that said "Messy Christmas"... Messy Christmas? Well, yeah, with all the wrapping paper, well except it's not mine, 'cause the exchanging of gifts and pictures... Didn't happen... Yeah... Sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my dad did get me a watch. And it's not that bad, and it's black, so who can complain! :D Hahah, and a few other things... Thanks to Philip for the card! So sweet of you, and that one line with the word 'black' in it made me laugh, no matter how many times I've read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's been exactly a week since I've come to Singapore, and I seem half-dead to the world. No updates, not even a 'hi' once in a while. The Sims 2 has taken over my life once again! Yes! I am thoroughly addicted to The Sims 2 now, just not as bad as last time, but you can still catch me playing that game for like, hours and hours! I have (barely) mastered the art of business in the Sims' world! No cheat, what-so-ever... Except unlimited money source! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to the surroundings. Found a nice youth group, my cousin introduced them to me on New Years' Eve. Nice people, but makes me feel odd. I mean, they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; grow up together, and all of a sudden there's a new kid... Makes me feel like I'm invading their space... I mean, childhood friends know almost everything about each other and I'm like a blur sotong, don't know anyone, don't know anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got sunburnt like a well-cooked lobster fresh from the oven/boil. Really, bright red face that's now peeling like an onion... Ouch... But it was good! Volleyball!!! :D Well, it's obviously my favourite game/sport, and I haven't played it for a long time. Not my fault... Damn WMS, it feels good to be outta there! Wheee! Hurray for long holiday, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year, new school/JC, new friends, new start to a spanking new life... Not sure if I wanna live it or not... Blahhh! I miss home! I miss SIB! I miss NSt!!! But I don't miss Malaysia, I just miss what's in it! Hahah... How anti-patriotic to my own country, tanah tumpahnya darahku... Yeah, darah that was mopped up off the hospital floor in SJMC... Oh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been urged to update my blog, 'cause:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There's nothing to do but watch TV and do crossword puzzles... There's also The Sims 2, but playing too much will cause addiction... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Philip just told me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's it... Hahah! But it's fine... I haven't updated it since Dec 11. How do I know? 'Cause it said so! Hahah, lame-ness. Okay, it's not lame, it's just plain... I don't know what word to use... Oh, well, it'll come to me one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just random summaries of what happened in the past week or so... And I'm really behind from wishing everyone Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;W &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-8484513472020981876?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8484513472020981876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8484513472020981876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8484513472020981876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8484513472020981876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6587437554695023777</id><published>2007-12-11T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:55:32.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so happy! Well, first of all, SPM is, of course, over... And well, that's not it... The thing is, I had to study, even after SPM. I had to revise for Physics and Add Maths, for an entrance exam into Jurong Junior College, which is in Singapore. Yes, I am going to Singapore to study, for the next two years, to escape NS, kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... On the 3rd of December, I took a trip to the Aeroline bus station at "Menara Axis" next to the LRT station (Asia Jaya). We boarded the bus, and I spent my time doing nothing but sleep, eat, and random stuffs. The trip was pretty uneventful, until we got there. My sister was out with her friends, 'cause all of them were already leaving, and she wanted to spend time with them, so it's understandable. My aunt greeted us at Harbour Front, which is next to Vivo City! We walked around, looked for my prom dress, and found one at NAFNAF, which was only bought last minute. Another one was some (ugly) dress from Tangs. Well, my sister made alot of noise when she saw the NAFNAF dress, which was after we saw the Tangs dress. Needless to say, my mother gave in and bought the NAFNAF dress. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time in Singapore. I watched a broadway version of "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang" and it was SO good! The car was labeled the most expensive prop in all of staging history! But, the show itself was amazing! Gosh, it's really an experience in itself. The seats were good, it was near the stage, and the music was amazing! The props were amazing! Not just the car, but the machines and inventions, they actually worked! Hahah, anyway, the whole show was good! My favourite song is "Doll On A Music Box" sung by the character Truly Scrumptious. Such a lovely song, sad, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I haven't been to a musical in SO long, even if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; act in a non-professional one... Yeah, "The Portrait"... They didn't use mikes, and it's not really a surprise, 'cause of the whole Physics concept thing, the parabole thingy... Lazy to explain, but it was still awesome! Man, it was a good show. Too bad my sister and brother missed it. My sister would have loved it. I watched it with my lil' cousin, Megan. She liked it, but I think I liked it so much more than she did! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the highlight of my trip to Singapore! It was so good *squeals* and I want to see it again!!! It's so nice!!! Argh!!! They're from London, and they're really good. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of my trip is my little nephew, Kai Den. He's really the most adorable little baby EVER! At 14 months, he lets ANYONE carry him. He's so adorable, and his smile is just endearing! I managed to capture it on camera, but he wasn't looknig directly at me, but he was a real angel. We went to lunch with his family, and he didn't make a squeak on the ride to the restaurant. He's really the ideal baby anyone would want to have. My mum said he could be kidnapped and not make a sound... Hahah, but he really is the sweetest thing ever! He's like a typical baby, but the best you can ever have. So innocent, and he won't cry at all when he falls down, like most kids and babies do. Kai Den &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-6587437554695023777?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6587437554695023777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6587437554695023777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6587437554695023777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6587437554695023777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s OVER!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-7594269218647906410</id><published>2007-11-01T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:38:27.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM Is Coming! Repent, For The End Is Near!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah...  SPM is coming... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run for your lives! Get outta the country! Dumb exam... I don't see the point of it... It's only used for like, once... And that's just to enter college... Do you think other countries even care about your SPM results? Like, getting a job... They don't care! It's all your Degrees and Diplomas and whatnot... Pfft, SPM... Who else in the world learns BM? Who even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; BM? o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SPM is a waste of time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And baking does not cut your heel to make it bleed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-7594269218647906410?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/7594269218647906410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=7594269218647906410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7594269218647906410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7594269218647906410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/11/spm-is-coming-repent-for-end-is-near.html' title='SPM Is Coming! Repent, For The End Is Near!!!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-7379871298171344804</id><published>2007-10-20T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T21:55:34.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Was Young...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few more hours and I've lived 16 years and 365 days! And we all know what that means! Whee! I can drive!!! Hahah... Funny, how I used to have nightmares about it... Oh, well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How sad... Trials are over, my results were quite bad... Okay, that was an understatement... They were REALLY BAD! I felt like crying... Seriously... And the real exam is in 3 weeks... I'm never gonna survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-7379871298171344804?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/7379871298171344804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=7379871298171344804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7379871298171344804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/7379871298171344804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-i-was-young.html' title='When I Was Young...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-8384536932882516954</id><published>2007-10-07T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T11:18:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Safe Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Said maid didn't come back! We are once again safe!!! She's crazy, I tell you... As in, really, insane-crazy sort. Not crazy as in actions crazy, but as in, really, honestly, stark-raving mad! The kind associated with schizophrenia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now comes the problem with the prom dress and bridesmaid dress... Yes, my auntie's getting married (finally)! It's gonna be interesting... I haven't worn a dress in years, until June, when "The Portrait" came about... And it wasn;t mine, by the way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyway, the week is over... Back to school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;T.T Stupid... Why did the week have to end so fast! Well, I did complete most of my work... But it's the last day... Might as well put everything into it, right? Cheers! And hopefully I can finish it in time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-8384536932882516954?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/8384536932882516954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=8384536932882516954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8384536932882516954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/8384536932882516954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-safe-again.html' title='I Am Safe Again!'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-1426926784792108973</id><published>2007-10-04T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:01:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Maid Strikes Back... Err, Returns... &gt;.&gt;*Que evil music*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello, there... I have something very interesting I'd like to blog about today... It's about my fricking maid, who sort of ran away in July... Okay, why I say sort of, is because this is the story:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:- The words in bold will be explained after the story... Enjoy the story! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sunny day, my maid got a call from her &lt;strong&gt;daughter &lt;/strong&gt;back in Kupang, Indonesia. Apparently that morning, her &lt;strong&gt;son&lt;/strong&gt; got &lt;strong&gt;run down by a car&lt;/strong&gt; while he was riding his bicycle on his way to school. So, they called up and said that he had &lt;strong&gt;eight stitches on hisforehead, a broken leg, and basically the whole left side of his body could not function&lt;/strong&gt;. So, we weren't really keen on letting her go back, 'cause she just went back in April to visit her &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;. That was fine. The next day, her &lt;strong&gt;daughter&lt;/strong&gt; called up and told her that her &lt;strong&gt;son had died&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, being the sympathetic, nice and caring people my family is/was towards her, we allowed her to return to her hometown which is in Kupang, Indonesia, and I have no idea whether it is her real hometown. Anyway, yes, my parents. They decided to be sympathetic and pay for her plane ticket back, furthermore a two-way ticket, paid for her &lt;strong&gt;son's coffin&lt;/strong&gt;, and gave her allowance to spend for her &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, she was &lt;strong&gt;upset&lt;/strong&gt; because apparently, her &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt; had died the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents allowed her to go back for a week, since we were sure we would be fine for a week. (Pfft, of course we would!) And so, off she went! Yay, she was on her way home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 week later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called her the day before to ask if she remembered what time her flight was, where she should have been and that they would wait for her at the airport. That was all fine and dandy until the day her flight was due to arrive. It was 4:00 a.m. in the morning when I received a call from my poor parents who were still at the airport. They wanted me to find a phone number which, apparently, was my maid's number. They tied calling, and calling, and calling... Until they got fed up and probably thought she &lt;strong&gt;missed her flight&lt;/strong&gt;. So, my parents cancelled her permit and left her wherever she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2½ months later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:- About this time, everything is as I've heard it, and it will be in, well, sort-of-truths, but it won't be the full story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid we currently share with my auntie received an SMS a week ago. The message went something like this, "&lt;em&gt;I have bought the ticket back to Malaysia, and I am set to come back on the 5th of October. Wait for me!&lt;/em&gt;" Now, I know that sounded cheesy, but it really meant wait for her at the airport. Being the smart maid, I'll just call this current maid A, and the stupid one who left Malaysia B, maid A deleted that SMS and went on with her usual routine... Of course, she told me first, since I'm kind of close to her. I mean, we've known maid A for a long time, so bonds are formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we were sure it would have been impossible for her to return, unless we bought her a plane ticket, which was impossible because she was indirectly fired, since we cancelled her permit and all. That was until the 2nd of October, when maid A received a call from maid B, who was still in Indonesia. She had said that she had already bought the ticket to Malaysia due on the 5th. You see, now was the time where everyone started freaking out. My mom is still angry about the whole issue of her leaving and not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh, maybe some of you are wondering why she's so worked up. This will be told after this story is over. Please be patient, and have a nice day. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, continuing the story, where was I... Oh, yes. I told her about everything, about how maid B was planning to come back and work for us, again. And she went mad and said that maid B will be left outside our gate and won't be allowed to come in the house. So, we all agreed that we would be on guard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am finished with the story. Quite interesting, don't you think? Okay, I'm sure there're a lot of questions worth asking. There are many versions of the answers. First, I will explain the bold letters. Well, obviously, they're all lies told to us by maid B. Why you ask? Basically, all her sons, daughters, husbands, and whatnot, don't exist. Her son never died because there was no son even alive. Said by a friend of maid A and B back in Indonesia. The first shock was when maid A heard from maid B's sister that maid B never had kids, and she was never married. To add on to that complication, maid B had gotten pregnant &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here! In my house!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I live, where I sleep, where I eat, where I...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Never mind about that. Anyway, yes, she was pregnant! And guess who impregnated her! A random man who works around my area as a car wash guy! A guy who washes cars! What's so attractive about that?! Stupid woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, the problem is, she's coming back, and somehow, she got a ticket. You see, we have so many lies around us that I don't know which is the truth. Apparently, another maid in my row of houses, maid C, apparently overheard my mom in the pasar malam on Sunday that we had re-hired maid B. Now, the whole family knows that's not true, because maid A, like I said, was smart! *Applauds for maid A* Maid C told maid A that, and maid A, obviously didn't believe her, 'cause when my mom goes to the pasar malam, she would've bought vegetables, and my maid A knew this. Since there weren't any vegetables in the fridge that day, obviously, my mother didn't go to the pasar malam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through this, we have concluded that maids are liars (except for maid A) and we should never trust maids whole steal from their employer's children (yes, maid B stole RM30 from me and never owned up, until maid A told us the story.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maid B tried to be smart, but was unfortunate that she was, and still is, insane and very, very, very, very, VERY, VERY stupid. She tried to convince me that maid A stole my money and used it to buy cigarettes. Now, we all know that some maids are very stupid, just like maid B, and we found out that she just happens to walk to and from the petrol station across my house with a box of Mentos lime mints every few days. Gee, no wonder, that's where my money went! *Rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About why she's pregnant, there are a number of possibilities. She could've gotten pregnant in April when she went back to Kupang. Another, she's been letting a man into my house and we all know what happens when you let strange men into the house. So obviously, they got it on and they produced a "bundle of joy". Meaning, the sperm had fertilised with an egg in maid B's Fallopian tube and it was implanted in maid B's uterus. And voila, a baby was conceived!!! It means when the baby was planted in maid B's tummy! (Gotten from Little Ant &amp;amp; Dec's interview with Victoria Beckham on why their son was named Brooklyn.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, she started eating less and was constantly feeling sick, according to maid A. Now, maid A is smart, as I have said so many times, enough to know that there was something wrong, but she didn't really want to find out. Then, maid A found a piece of paper with the name of some medicine that helps in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abortion!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Not only was she dumb enough to get herself pregnant, but she also wanted to end the poor unborn baby in her. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CRUEL BITCH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyway, yes, she called maid A the other day and said that she had aborted the baby (poor thing) and was coming back to ruin our lives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we do not know why, but this was maid B's reason for coming back. She had told maid A that I had called her, my brother had called her, my mother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;of all people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called her, and my sister &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's in fricking Singapore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called her. Obviously,We have concluded that she was completely and utterly insane and retarded. To support that theory, we all came up with, "She obviously dreamed up the whole thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, we all know that she's insane and she should not be allowed into anyone's house. My brother is obsessed with getting his fencing foil and chasing her away from the house. This maid is a liar, and she's really crazy. She'll even dare to climb into my house over the wall at the side. The thing is, we're scared, well, I'm scared shitless, that she has a duplicated key, and her supposed boyfriend has a key, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You see, before she left, she wanted to give the key to maid A, and told her about the duplication. She could just waltz into my house as if she owned the place. No way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;killed my Max! The heartless, cruel, crazy, stupid bitch killed my dog, my MAX! (He wasn't JUST a dog! Don't you ever DARE say he was just a dog!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She's a real dumb, lying bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just found out that she'd been calling herself 'Onna', a nickname of the sort, when she introduced herself to guys. I've been typing more than an hour, with breaks in between, and I will add-on when I gather more of my facts together... I'm still upset over my poor Max... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-1426926784792108973?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/1426926784792108973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=1426926784792108973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1426926784792108973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/1426926784792108973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/maid-strikes-back-err-returns-que-evil.html' title='The Maid Strikes Back... Err, Returns... &gt;.&gt;*Que evil music*'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6880122269022647023</id><published>2007-10-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:47:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Way up high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Skies are blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Really do come true&lt;br /&gt;Some day I'll wish upon a star&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where troubles melt like lemondrops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Somewhere Over The Rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My new favourite song ^^ Maybe 'cause I first heard it when a 6-year-old girl sang it for this show, "Britain's Got Talent", and then I downloaded Eva Cassidy's version, and after that, I heard the Leona Lewis' version, which is somewhat almost the same as Eva Cassidy. And now, I love it ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-6880122269022647023?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6880122269022647023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6880122269022647023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6880122269022647023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6880122269022647023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/somewhere-over-rainbow-way-up-high.html' title=''/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-5672922950132717058</id><published>2007-10-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T20:57:33.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a feeling I'm gonna stop blogging soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really do think I'm gonna stop blogging halfway, unless something BIG comes up... Well, it's true! That's what happened last time... I stopped updating that blog for since May, or June... And then I lost the username and password to it... Wouldn't it be better if like, instead of a "Forgot your password?", you think they should have a "Forgot your username?" like they have in Neopets? Seriously, I lost my username, and therefore lost my WHOLE account! *sob* All the toys, and exotic items! I lost all of them! Just 'cause I forgot what birthday I put for the account! 'Double you tea haych' (wth)! As if ANYONE would put their real birthday... Okay, so maybe some would. Now I have to start from scratch... AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, some of you might be thinking, and, YES, I DO STILL PLAY NEOPETS! So what... It was a big part of my past... I never knew how my sister managed to get so much money in her bank, and ended trying (&lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;trying) to compete... But she probably hasn't played it in so long, she probably forgot about it, too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, on Sunday, which was 2 days ago, we went to The Curve and they have this place which serves &lt;em&gt;heavenly&lt;/em&gt; donuts and hot chocolate! Seriously, it's so good, 'cause it's fresh, and they bake it there and then in the open air for people to see. They have this huge window and just below the window are gallons of melted chocolate and there are like, 5 different kinds! Just makes you wanna dunk your face into it... *Thinks of Augustus Gloop, or however you spell that name* Anyway, it looked so good, but I couldn't really move much... I was carrying a little girl by the name of Shanny, and until now, my right arm is aching! Everytime I straighten the stupid arm it hurts... She's getting heavier and heavier now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, I'm gonna stop here for today... Not really in the mood to talk about anything... My "family" had decided to dump me off at home while they go out and have fun, which is like, whatever... Not even Clay Aiken's voice can calm me down! So I'm just gonna sulk the day away and find out what's wrong with my bloody phone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-5672922950132717058?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/5672922950132717058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=5672922950132717058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5672922950132717058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/5672922950132717058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-feeling-im-gonna-stop-blogging.html' title='I have a feeling I&apos;m gonna stop blogging soon...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-688347721181462278</id><published>2007-10-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:12:38.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO DENISE TAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another thing. To my dear friend who shares the same name as I and has been my friend for years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DIDI TAN! Hah, I almost forgot, but I couldn't, 'cause I can't and I won't, and I wouldn't, so you don't need to worry :D I know you won't see this, but the whole world can know, I don't care ^^ God bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tseqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-688347721181462278?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/688347721181462278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=688347721181462278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/688347721181462278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/688347721181462278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-denise-tan.html' title='TO DENISE TAN'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3076350649489672613</id><published>2007-10-01T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:09:58.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's time I learnt everything again... Well, not like I knew how to do everything before... But I'm learning, and I'm getting pissed off... I'm still trying to find out how to add audio clips into my blog... Hahah, as well as videos! Speaking of videos, I'm sure not many people have heard of "Ant &amp;amp; Dec", they're hilarious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116333086966128386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/RwDd1ckxnwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EO_XTj7kYt0/s320/antanddec460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The funniest duo ever! Search up their videos on YouTube... People like Peak Sheng or Brandon might like them... It's a &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;! Not really guaranteeing anything... And as for my music, it has expanded to one song, from Clay Aiken to "Somewhere Over The Rainbow", the Wizard Of Oz one... Yes, there is another song of the same name... Funny how I thought the song would be nice after watching "Britain's Got Talent"... Some of the videos on that show are REALLY good.... You should watch them! They're enough to make you just go "WOW!"... Especially with kids as young as 4 and 6...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just watching a few videos of Malaysian Idol, and I heard all the HORRIBLE, really detestable people singing and destroying god songs, from Michael Jackson and a few others... Is Malaysia really full of untalented crap? Seriously, you can barely sing, and yet you still dance &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; sing! I couldn't laugh, I just wanted to cry... And they curse the judges for not letting them pass... And I don't really like Daniel Lee's audition... He didn't d so well on his first audition... How he became the second Malaysian idol, I do not know... But there was this one amazing singer from Sarawak, her name's Nikki... And damn, is she good! But no, Daniel Lee had to win... I know this is a REALLY old topic, but now that I watch it again, I can't help but rant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My brother's banned from the computer... Oh, joy... Now that his exam's around the corner... And he says I don't study... What a brat... If he's not on the computer, he's in my parents' room watching TV, and when he's not watching TV, he's eating... And when he's not eating, he's sleeping! It's enough to totally grate on your nerves when you ask him to study... He waltzes into the room after I tell him to study, and he's like, "Study ar!" He's the dumbass whose exam is closer than mine... I've got a frickin' month and a half and he only has 6 days '=.= What a moron... He thinks he's got so many excuses to use the computer, when all of them are so stupid, like, "Dad said I could use!" or "Dad was in the room the other day, he didn't say anything!" Bullshit, you frickin' tard... I know he's still my brother, but sometimes I feel like chucking him out on the streets and locking him outside... The next time he doesn't listen to me, which will be soon enough, I'm turning off the computer, whether he likes it our not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, this reminds me of the time when... It was a few weeks ago, I was supposed to wake him up for something... So it was I think 4:30 in the morning, and I was half awake, half asleep... Y'know, it's like, you're awake but you still don't want to wake up... You're in that state of drowsiness... OKay, on with the story. It was 4:30, and I heard the distinct sound of the button on the CPU, signalling that he was &lt;em&gt;very well&lt;/em&gt; awake and he had switched on the computer. Not moving from my spot, I just called out, "Turn off the computer now!" I wish I could've seen his face! Hah! And he just replied, "It's a habit." Means he's more addicted to the computer than I am! I don't wake up at 4:30 in the morning before school to play the computer! Then again, I used to do that. But not anymore... Those 6:00 a.m. bedtimes were really taxing! And yes, I stayed up until 6:00! Not a really amazing feat... My next goal was 6:30, but before I knew it, the holidays were over '=.= I had one month to attempt it! But the darn sleepiness didn't help! Grrr... I remember falling asleep in front of the computer a few times... While talking to friends... Hahah, and I would wake up 3 hours later, only to find that they've been waiting for me to come back! How sweet of them, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sigh* Study time again... Darn week is going by so fast... It's already Monday night, and I've completed only Paper 1's for each subject, as well as one Paper 2 of Maths... Beat that, Brian! Bet you haven't even started yet... XD Oh, well... I don't want to delay the inevitable... Might as well finish off everything as soon as possible, and I can go on to relaxing... A little... Ranting time is over... Now, if I want the results, I need to study... But I'm gonna be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REALLY &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;distracted... The next few days is gonna be hell... God, help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-tseqi&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/8728682479003177740-3076350649489672613?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3076350649489672613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3076350649489672613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3076350649489672613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3076350649489672613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/10/baby-steps.html' title='Baby Steps'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/RwDd1ckxnwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EO_XTj7kYt0/s72-c/antanddec460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-6977816216530559974</id><published>2007-09-29T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T21:52:32.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Of A Boring Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God help me through the next week... 2-inches-thick worth of paper work to be done within the week! Oh, goodness! There goes my week of freedom and holiday... There isn't even CHURCH next week! What am I gonna do!!! Argh... Well, first thing, stock up on my sleep... Hah! Sleep is very essential... And maybe jog around the park near my house... Should do it, too... And cook for my brother T.T So much for having the house to myself... Damn school is off for the week... PMR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, right! Good luck to all PMR students! Though I'm sure no one knows about this blog... Hahah... Got a few of my church friends who're taking PMR, so, good luck to you guys! Namely:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rachel Rose Chong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tuen Tze Quan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kate Ng Shu Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ivan Tan Jia Wei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Emilyn Wong Mei Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and a few others which I don't remember... Oh, well, all the best! You have my support, and I'm keeping you in prayer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay... SPM... A month and a half from now... Gawd, How'm I gonna cram all my studying into that little bit of time!!! This is &lt;em&gt;nuts&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And CLAY AIKEN IS NOT GAY! Boo to Brandon Yew who thinks any guy who can sing is gay! As for that, I say he's just jealous that Clay Aiken can sing, he's famous, and has 2 CD's or so... XÞ Go away, Brandon! No one likes you! Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My Facebook is still up and running! I'm an Admin for the WMS group, but I won't be posting much, or too often... What &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; I say for the next week?! I'll be at home the whole day for the next week, except for tuition, of course... Wretched classes... When will they just END! Stupid classes just give you extra homework... Damn... I need to finish it all soon! Including the 2-inch-thick paper work! Damn the stupid school! Damn them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn them!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-tseqi ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8728682479003177740-6977816216530559974?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/6977816216530559974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=6977816216530559974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6977816216530559974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/6977816216530559974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/09/start-of-boring-week.html' title='Start Of A Boring Week...'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8728682479003177740.post-3528976471294838828</id><published>2007-09-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:46:17.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I lost access to my old blog... mihalak.blogspot.com... :D Oh, well, not like I'll be blogging THAT much anyway... But I only had what, three entries? Four? Don't remember, until I visit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, my true "holiday" has begun! Well, it's not really a holiday... It's more of a study leave, 'cause SPM trials are over, and well, they decided that we should be gone when PMR is on! Proves how much they wanted to get rid of us from "breaking school rules" or just "making the school lookn bad", as my lovely *gag* school principal tells us, "absolutely disgraceful"... We are NOT disgraceful! We are the FUTURE! Well, at least I'm outta here soon enough... No NS! Whooh! Stupid... Why couldn't my brother be chosen instead &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough for now, jusst to fill in that teensy-weensy bit of blank space, as my first blog was a total failure... Well, people learn from mistakes! I shall try to blog more often, if my brother doesn't steal the computer AGAIN, and my daddy leaves the laptop at home, unguarded... Just waiting for me to take it... And to use it... And then get caught using it... 'v.v Oh, well... A new start to a new... I don't know what I should finish my sentence with... Gah, stupid trials has sucked my brain of its vocabulary... If that's even possible... Gah! Grr... Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tseqi ng&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/8728682479003177740-3528976471294838828?l=tseqi-ng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/feeds/3528976471294838828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8728682479003177740&amp;postID=3528976471294838828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3528976471294838828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8728682479003177740/posts/default/3528976471294838828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tseqi-ng.blogspot.com/2007/09/beginning-again.html' title='Beginning Again'/><author><name>tseqi ng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10091605311151605310</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JoEv4-aEKGc/SPdCgbtDMlI/AAAAAAAAAII/T7KoyaAS1hQ/S220/Riniki+(GE).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
