<?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-3801506353035817575</id><updated>2011-10-05T22:24:48.038+08:00</updated><category term='boring Habbolife.'/><category term='We Love You Seniors Bandholics of 2007-08'/><category term='Bored in Life. D:'/><category term='Hello Goodbye is my Life. (:'/><category term='As I pray'/><category term='I was left behind breathless.'/><category term='4 more days to my birthday.'/><category term='No sleep and freedoms'/><category term='The Mute of Quittings.'/><category term='yet bored as I&apos;ve no freedoms during schoolife.'/><category term='admire'/><category term='The day after&apos;s fun time. 8D'/><category term='Tired/Sleepy'/><category term='Long day'/><category term='Randonly Retarded Photos.'/><category term='and it&apos;s ok.'/><category term='Irritating.'/><category term='Headspinned.'/><category term='Dumbay.'/><category term='Happy Birthday Munting.'/><category term='but it&apos;s like so reality'/><category term='The Guilt.'/><category term='Funtastically-day.'/><category term='Pathetic month.'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='Rocktards (CLAPgroup) and Chinatown'/><category term='Exam papers are just like prison cells.'/><category term='envy. I want myself to be me.'/><category term='Something in life makes me more lively.'/><category term='HOLIDAYS DO SUCK.'/><category term='Going off for band.'/><category term='Tears of thy beyond'/><category term='I am lost without you.'/><category term='The Sanity and Insanity of Life.'/><category term='Hilarious Schooltimes'/><category term='Thanks for everything.'/><category term='None can be predicted as my good friends.'/><category term='Restless days.'/><category term='Extreme-d.'/><category term='Long experienced in Life.'/><category term='Atmosphere so heavy...'/><category term='Overtired.'/><category term='Funtastic'/><category term='Shoo Plox.'/><category term='Common-Cold-Body'/><category term='MYE is my stressline.'/><title type='text'>AINEGUE ASSENAV.</title><subtitle type='html'>So Jet Lag!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7284882660498847426</id><published>2011-10-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T22:24:48.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life uh.</title><content type='html'>Hello again! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhh, can't wait to graduate from ITE. So much bad memories to remember, nah I don't wish to remember. I wanna start afresh quite soon.&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you, waiting for just one text from you is really hell for me. Don't know what makes me miss you at every night like this. Hahaha, screw lovesickness. And it's already hard for me to trust love. I'm quite numb but, it hurts me. And I supposed to focus on my studies. lul.&lt;br /&gt;I kept hallucinating these days, don't know what's with me. Isn't it serious or what? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I've been depressed lately. Very. My ears are quite sharp these days, pain. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling sick often these days too, omg haywired body. I hate falling sick like seriously. :/&lt;br /&gt;I really miss being strong like the past, and a girl who loves to smile alot. I've kept frowning nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling these days so hard, it makes my cheek bone crack. Gah, I'm aging. :(&lt;br /&gt;I've been tumblring these days. &lt;a href="http://vnycxz.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://vnycxz.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; hehe. Lazy post pictures here, meh. :/&lt;br /&gt;Haha toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every night, it hurts so badly when I'm at the corner waiting.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7284882660498847426?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7284882660498847426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7284882660498847426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/10/life-uh.html' title='Life uh.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-8985178894842410922</id><published>2011-10-04T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T23:57:19.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please come down.</title><content type='html'>Hello peepos! Yeh.&lt;br /&gt;It's been long that I never blog again, but nobody bothers to read though.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take it a vent here that I've been hiding my feelings behind every actions.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid past, it's yet still blind as ever. Like seriously, it's no mistake, but a regret.&lt;br /&gt;Like the 1st, once a star in my life but yet his negativeness and sentivity makes me give up and lie to him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I always wanted to say how much I'm freaking sorry for lying to you in the past, yet you never trust me ever again. You just don't trust me with my friends at all, now I'm sorry for lying to you that religion is not the case for our relationship in the past, I just pushed you away so hard to forget me ever since you said I'm your worst person in your world, indeed I am. You did no mistake, but I've my mistake for making you into like this pain that I've no choice to chase you away with stupid reason that I can settle it in future. I gave you a chance to repent, but I've to be frank that it's unfair if you don't even let me have a chance to be with my friends for some good holiday. And yet, you accuse me I'm something bad to you. So, I should have stay as good friends like the year 2009. You just don't know how I feel when I actually sacrifice and lie to my friends more than lie to you about my status in life. And yet you think it's not enough, okay fine. Go ahead and find a better girlfriend, that's my last sentence that I actually wanna say before we break up last year. But honestly, you're really really nice person but yet I'm not good enough to your expectation. ;) I'm a bad girl as you think, don't even remember me. :/ How I wish I can take back my words and the hatred wouldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest latest star, it's so unexpected that you just leave like that, inhumanly message me with just goodluck msgs on my fyp. I don't care how you look, suffer, laugh or whatever. You're just someone who simply made my day during that trip. Sad to say, now I hate the memories of that trip, now I feel freaking left out and cursed. But you won't even care anyway, hahaha. You're the first star who hurt me alot unexpectedly, yet you left without any clue. I told you that I'll wait til the end, but I guess you just ignoring me for the rest of your life. You're much cruel than ever, and I doubt your ex-star sucks. I bet she's the same problem as me. I felt that you've splits in your mind, you can't even make a decision. You said you can't balance, actually you do. That's just a f***ing excuse to chase me away, I always keep thinking you're a cheat, but I can't. Because you're damn complicated like what one of your&amp;nbsp;best friends say. Hahaha, it's a punishment for meabout my past relationship I guess? See you now, so much happier than me. I'm glad... Unlike me, hahaha. so f***ed up. How I wish we can be as crazy as ever like those times back then. I know you said you don't want me to wait, somehow you want me to. I guess? Well... :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm really sick and tired of seeing lots of different happiness of love everywhere I go. I don't know if it's jealousy or I'm already numb. After all, I can't seem to trust love because I can't tell whether it's real or fake anymore. I hate crying, I hate to be torn apart. I'm under some acid rain that is killing me to death now. I felt no one could save me as my shelter anymore. No, I'm not desperate for love. I'm tired of being hurt already. Nobody knows my reason behind all my actions. All they can do is, judge, critisize, accuse or whatever. Irritating isn't it? Nothing's perfect or less/more. All I can do is just smile on my 24/7 f***ed up life that makes me look like some going-to-be-a-pathetic-adult. Really tired. My old friends can tell how much I've been hiding. Thanks for being there for me. ;') I really miss 'em all. ITE life's gonna end. And say hello to...? No idea. I'm not someone confident like my past time of myself during Secondary School days. Honestly, I can't really understand myself. I may sound like as if I'm whinning, but I'm not. I'm just feeling soooo restless. Millions of time, I kept thinking of my incomplele past, I don't know why I care but I really can't let go. I just really really can't say "Fml", I'm just tired of misunderstandings in the world. I've been repeating but tell me, how can I tolerate this any longer? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I wish someone can understand me than I can understand myself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-8985178894842410922?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8985178894842410922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8985178894842410922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-come-down.html' title='Please come down.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7692593726494886884</id><published>2011-08-20T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:38:10.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help it anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help myself, I always keep remembering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't help myself, to keep cursing &amp;amp; swearing in such lonely night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿I really miss my childhood times, that's when I'm truly who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of fake atmospheres these days in school, I felt that I'm invisible.&lt;br /&gt;I miss when I below 16 years old, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it when&amp;nbsp;those guys were not&amp;nbsp;themselves when comes to my past relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The First, I felt ruined. The Second, I felt Self-Denial, Lastly I felt ditched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I've been talking about relationships lately, that's because I'm disappointed of every.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I felt nobody can understand my flaws, why I did this and that.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in my life every reconsider my feelings except my grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, yet I don't understand them, but they know what's in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;That's why, I miss them dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, should I really wait? I felt that fool's running away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That fool, never even admit his feelings. And yet the first, I went too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why, do I have to keep talking about that fool?&lt;br /&gt;Like how I waited like a fool for my very first sight over someone before.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, he's my best friend. But you, you're running away like some cheater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I was wrong to judge. But stupid unexpected impact takes place.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly do feddup of many fools who's trying to know ym reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet, those fools are the real fools that doesn't know the lady's temper and hatred.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Honestly, I hate to hate.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm growing my fear, thanks to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, you're pretending to know nothing, but I really want to say this:&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how much I hate you now, you're still someone who also makes me happy. I'm grateful, thanks alot, I'm not being sarcastic. :)"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I can do now is, selfishly love myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the second thought, luckily you didn't know what's going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know, because you never care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to whatever you do.&lt;br /&gt;If you're good at hiding things, so do I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not even one, never one, that reconsider my feelings without any sensitivity &amp;amp; negatively.&lt;br /&gt;Especially my parents, relatives, best friends or whoever.&lt;br /&gt;Only I know what is in my mind, but I'll never understand myself, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really want to end this thought, I don't care if you're a bad villian to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really hate to hate, this is what I can do for whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right now, mostly those friends won't even accept who I am &amp;amp; what I'm doing sincerely or seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's punishment much? Yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sucks to be in such pain, nothing last long. Good things always come to end. Everything in life that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'll never know the reason, neither I wanna know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, I'm helpless. All I can do is smile for everyone even though how fake I'm faking it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna hurt anyone anymore. Don't be surprise when "I" disappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I always wish&amp;nbsp;one day that everything rejoices back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can't expect anything much either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I (L) my good super close friends now, those awesome people who's always there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks alot, God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you guys to tolerate seeing me like this being fake with my smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I'm not alone, but afterall I'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sincerely, I want what I need. I need what I want. But I'll leave God to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll pray...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I kept wondering, what are those reasons behind every of the atmosphere,&amp;nbsp;feelings..., everything.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7692593726494886884?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7692593726494886884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7692593726494886884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-cant-help-it-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t help it anymore.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-875441616884614351</id><published>2011-08-16T10:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T10:17:11.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I don't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziAjvUCWGSI/TknJ81DoVtI/AAAAAAAACC0/RbDzgWMtRQU/s1600/4e3fcb31EvFz8Usg_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziAjvUCWGSI/TknJ81DoVtI/AAAAAAAACC0/RbDzgWMtRQU/s400/4e3fcb31EvFz8Usg_large.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;em&gt;"I'm waiting to give you my precious flower. But it died in the end."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha whoa, it's been long! Honestly, I'm kinda of lazy to blog, yet alot of activities came by. Life huh? And yeah, my Final Year Project's deadline is November 11th. Whadda?! Omg, it's seriously damn fast! :'( Anyway, National Day just ended not long ago. And it's the last National Day for our current President, Mr Nathan. Sigh! Sad right! Alot of changes in Singapore this year, but quite chaotic in a way. :/ Oh yes! I've been waiting to show abit of my first nature photography outing with my dearest lecturer Uncle Ee &amp;amp; my senior. Hehe, but I'm sorry if it's kinda blurred for some pictures, because I'm not using a macro lens for my camera. xO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdFSRxi1qSc/TknL0M1TriI/AAAAAAAACC4/zwOpqXGI31A/s1600/SB4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AdFSRxi1qSc/TknL0M1TriI/AAAAAAAACC4/zwOpqXGI31A/s400/SB4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look like Scorpian right?! HAHA. wth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qpjlnnRxGM/TknMFjoHESI/AAAAAAAACC8/49_xifyfwIA/s1600/SB7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7qpjlnnRxGM/TknMFjoHESI/AAAAAAAACC8/49_xifyfwIA/s400/SB7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's so freaking hard to capture this. I've been staring at it. -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpTb6JJWhEE/TknMRPUxKoI/AAAAAAAACDA/S_6mby9X06A/s1600/SB8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VpTb6JJWhEE/TknMRPUxKoI/AAAAAAAACDA/S_6mby9X06A/s400/SB8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh look! I like this bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5_E4LmpY28/TknMcvIvPFI/AAAAAAAACDE/PJ2Ecr33Ikw/s1600/SB9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5_E4LmpY28/TknMcvIvPFI/AAAAAAAACDE/PJ2Ecr33Ikw/s400/SB9.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These ants, whoa. On fire manz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5bxMIIzCmM/TknMhQ1RrUI/AAAAAAAACDI/doVORERwXTw/s1600/SB12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5bxMIIzCmM/TknMhQ1RrUI/AAAAAAAACDI/doVORERwXTw/s400/SB12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Haha whoa, it's very cool to see these in line like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78COBrAkw5Q/TknMklh1__I/AAAAAAAACDM/GqRrbtU7fBc/s1600/SB14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-78COBrAkw5Q/TknMklh1__I/AAAAAAAACDM/GqRrbtU7fBc/s400/SB14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it's part of the leaf at first, but heck no! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7fZ4dQ-jpQ/TknMoBNS1xI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lbPClLI5vqE/s1600/SB15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m7fZ4dQ-jpQ/TknMoBNS1xI/AAAAAAAACDQ/lbPClLI5vqE/s400/SB15.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I caught these mating. Seriously long. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKdev-iB1sE/TknMsRAIiuI/AAAAAAAACDU/edkLB1T3Qms/s1600/SB18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qKdev-iB1sE/TknMsRAIiuI/AAAAAAAACDU/edkLB1T3Qms/s400/SB18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;X-Men Revolution Here! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG76FtIyB9Q/TknMw4ZMxiI/AAAAAAAACDY/kc6T65KJjMw/s1600/SB19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG76FtIyB9Q/TknMw4ZMxiI/AAAAAAAACDY/kc6T65KJjMw/s400/SB19.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Ee &amp;amp; My Senior Say, "This is call the Shit Fly."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yH_ete8JkT4/TknNCxsAHFI/AAAAAAAACDc/qz7gqCxDofQ/s1600/SB20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yH_ete8JkT4/TknNCxsAHFI/AAAAAAAACDc/qz7gqCxDofQ/s400/SB20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There! Upper shot taken! The professionals. Heh! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORqfoNCJKMU/TknNWOFTf7I/AAAAAAAACDg/l8TdIP__3UI/s1600/SB23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORqfoNCJKMU/TknNWOFTf7I/AAAAAAAACDg/l8TdIP__3UI/s400/SB23.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look at their cameras. *jealous*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNM0PAnb0yM/TknNdXkt2wI/AAAAAAAACDk/JByas2bo61k/s1600/SB24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eNM0PAnb0yM/TknNdXkt2wI/AAAAAAAACDk/JByas2bo61k/s400/SB24.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look! I've capture a butterfly shot! Omg. But happy for my first time. Keke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeap, those pictures taken not long ago, It's the month of July somewhere, but it's my relaxing day there actually. After that, I remembered going to Lot 1 to catch a movie, Harry Potter - Alone by myself. Oh yes, on that day was Saturday, I skipped band. :S But I can't miss the outing! Geez. But yet, I'm a survival there! We've been there for like almost 5 hours seriously! And I only drink 1/4 cup of my water in the bottle. xO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe, oh god I miss Hongkong. I don't really know why I really want to go there so badly again. Perhaps, I seriously miss the weather there, SHIOK EH. HEHE. Oh yes, I miss the design institute there too, quite helpful to brush up some skills from there. And I miss my Hong Trip friends. Sadly, we're all kinda split apart especially "that" happening. :/ Ah whatever luh, I felt..."cold" and... okay my mind filled with alot of imginary stuff that I couldn't really forgive. Heh, but those friends are really wonderful people, I cannot forget the &lt;br /&gt;"bully" times, I wish we can be that again instead of treating each other like as if we all split. Lol. I felt left out for that very moment when we're back in Singapore. Because of "that" happening, heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXD697Nydg8/TknRdz8ViMI/AAAAAAAACDo/TjpuDcYoH-A/s1600/tumblr_lp6orxSqot1qizqqeo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXD697Nydg8/TknRdz8ViMI/AAAAAAAACDo/TjpuDcYoH-A/s400/tumblr_lp6orxSqot1qizqqeo1_500_large.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, stop with the highly emotional thoughts. I must learn to be patient, right? I really learnt alot of lessons these days. And I really miss all my dearest old friends. They're the most dedicated friends ever. Awww, really. I wish I could see all of them after my final year project ends. Kekeke. Amazingly I've been using tumblr and twitter often. Facebook's so freaking boring. I only could check Notifications from there. LOl. Friendster's super outdated. Full of old skool stuffs. Oops. :P And omg, Paramore's arriving in Singapore verrrrrrrrrry soon! WOOHOO. Hayley oh Hayley! (L) Okay, I'm tired nao. I have school later around in the afternoon. *yawns* Toodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What really makes me wait for the special someone who doesn't even fucking care?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-875441616884614351?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/875441616884614351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/875441616884614351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-i-dont.html' title='No, I don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziAjvUCWGSI/TknJ81DoVtI/AAAAAAAACC0/RbDzgWMtRQU/s72-c/4e3fcb31EvFz8Usg_large.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5106070226928391730</id><published>2011-06-28T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:32:59.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright! Let's start my blog afresh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e6U6PxR5wQ/TglUX6sL8UI/AAAAAAAACCg/1umZbjqaPqA/s1600/emov1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e6U6PxR5wQ/TglUX6sL8UI/AAAAAAAACCg/1umZbjqaPqA/s400/emov1-1.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aye peeps! I'm gonna revive my blog once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And this time, I've already decided to apply Nuffnang. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I shall blog about what I'm looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbBwq-wcYdo/TglWGFMQ8OI/AAAAAAAACCo/XONOfGGAsvU/s1600/tumblr_lnh9cgBWPF1qchtxyo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bbBwq-wcYdo/TglWGFMQ8OI/AAAAAAAACCo/XONOfGGAsvU/s320/tumblr_lnh9cgBWPF1qchtxyo1_500_large.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJiAKhG_cno/TglW6XGxqBI/AAAAAAAACCs/lh4vNgjovJw/s1600/268293_159819757419655_100001748951107_362948_2550563_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qJiAKhG_cno/TglW6XGxqBI/AAAAAAAACCs/lh4vNgjovJw/s320/268293_159819757419655_100001748951107_362948_2550563_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Like OMG seriously! Paramore's Concert in Singapore is on 21st August &amp;amp; Lady Gaga's on 7th July! But honestly, I never attend big concerts before. I wish to go, but tickets so expensive these days! *drools* :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Before that it was way awesome, which was Simple Plan arrived in Singapore not long ago. And I've missed the part where they were performing @ Clark Quay, because that day after was a school day. And I've to wake up early that time. So..., FATE! :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qS3GkQiQOgI/TglYxYzZ7cI/AAAAAAAACCw/XI3EKQugHJE/s1600/264249_10150353626974816_667919815_9965476_1964289_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qS3GkQiQOgI/TglYxYzZ7cI/AAAAAAAACCw/XI3EKQugHJE/s400/264249_10150353626974816_667919815_9965476_1964289_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;And this is what I do when I'm seriously darn bored. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But not to worry, I've portforlios to prepare, sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To think, it's just few more months to the end of my ITE life. Sigh again! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Not only, I've been abit down syndrome as in, flu. (Am I right?) LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, time for bed! Night. (K-ding) I mean, yeah uhm...portforlio. NO, TEEVEE! :S&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/3801506353035817575-5106070226928391730?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5106070226928391730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5106070226928391730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/06/alright-lets-start-my-blog-afresh.html' title='Alright! Let&apos;s start my blog afresh!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7e6U6PxR5wQ/TglUX6sL8UI/AAAAAAAACCg/1umZbjqaPqA/s72-c/emov1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-258337313065636533</id><published>2011-06-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T22:36:51.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay back on me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDImFW8F8zs/TgiLnmD70GI/AAAAAAAACCc/dxi3QAMes4c/s1600/tumblr_lk7f3dmDvR1qda5qro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDImFW8F8zs/TgiLnmD70GI/AAAAAAAACCc/dxi3QAMes4c/s400/tumblr_lk7f3dmDvR1qda5qro1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Yozup! Yeah, I'm sorry for posting alot of deep emotional post these days. Sigh, yeah. I've not been myself quite lately. Well heck! School holiday's over eh! Muahahaha. Not for me! Because I'm in a tertiary school, k3k3z. Oh gosh, I miss my secondary school alot, deep memories there back where I'm most happiest. Right now in ITE, it's so much like working life because you've to work out group project at your own pace and deadline's given. Desperately wanting to go polytechnic straight away, I want to end my ITE life because... yeah I wasn't deep down myself since last year somewhere August &amp;amp; I had super bad karma hit me even though I don't believe karma but I'm just saying. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Nowadays trust slowly disappearing in my life, everything's full of misunderstanding without a sight of evidence but just judge straight away. It's like sucky feeling but fate decides the path that we can't change God's decision, right? Sigh, my dearest new good friend Sabrina knows what I meant. :S Anyway, that's why I want to end my ITE life, grr. It's not that I don't like my friends there or I got bad luck there. No, it's just that bad memories happened to hit me into a very sick reality but it taught me great lesson. But nowadays nobody seems to understand me except myself &amp;amp; God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Lately, I've been staying at home doing my portforlio (sorry, I don't wish to reveal my portforlio til the presentation day comes), watch dvds, practicing over my musical instruments, social networking like facebook, tumblr, twitter, formspring, blogshop. Sigh, I want to work but I dislike my project getting any further stupid circumstances. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;HEHE BTW! I have all my cameras that I wanted. Canon 550D, Holga, Polaroid 7S. What else more collection I could ever get? I'm waiting to get my iPad 2/iTouch or iPhone 4/Blackberry. But yet, I'm quite undecided because both sides are good LOL. My blogger seems so dead, not even daily tags like before or active links. Slowly, I've been removing all the unwanted links from friends, sigh. :( But blogger considered old-skool now eh? HEHE. But I love tumblr more, whoops!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I'm so freaking lazy to change my blogskin, gosh. Even I lazy to create new blogskin codes, felt so outdated, HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;P.S. I miss my super duper old friends, I mean not elderly. LOL. I had most laughter back there, I always have topics to pop out and I wasn't really bad tempered too. Now, I felt so dark &amp;amp; cold, speechless, sensitive, moreover emotional &amp;amp; straight with my words. :/ Sigh, life's full of lesson learnt but eitehr we rely on our sins or not. Lol. I've been sighing, wtf. :( And yeah, I dislike my friends to get hurt again, neither I want them to get involved in my problems, I rather get hurt because I want to pay the price for being such a badass liar in the past. Like yeah, my first ex - he doesn't understand why I left him, I feel that I'm not good enough to be his happiness. Those excuses like religion were lies. I just feel that I cause&amp;nbsp;him so much pain to be jealous or whatever, I feel that I wasn't good when I got offended by his words saying that I'm the most pathetic in the world. And that's where I started to leave his heart since he at first claims that I'm the worse in his life. But after all, he's a great friend who's there for me before the relationship, I forgive what he has done but yet he has already unfriend me, but whatever... :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;And the 2nd,&amp;nbsp;yeah I've to admit that my feelings for&amp;nbsp;him ain't strong, yet both different worlds. I ever said that I hate his emotional waves, but I was also into emotional waves. But yeah, to be honest -&amp;nbsp; it's an awkward decision to my love ones because you're a year younger. :/ I've no choice to leave hushly. But, I appreciate his simplicity of giving me presents with such surprises, yet I dislike expensive presents unless you share money with someone on my birthday behalf. :/ Lastly, the most unexpected from the 3rd, I'm speechless. :/ Yet, the answers from him are complicated in private compare to what I see right now. And he's good in hiding his true feelings. Yet, I don't know whether I'm right/wrong to judge what he's doing now. And I don't know why he doesn't like me to wait or talk to me. I've no courage to face/talk to him at all, and it's quite a breakdown. I shall not go any further, only I can tell him when he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Okay, what's with me. Why do I have to feel upset when they don't even know my reasons? Haha. I'm such a fool. My phobia never stops when comes to Love. I suck but I gave my best. And yet the same habit, I didn't move on at all since last year or 3 years ago? I don't know, I felt completely unstable. :/ And this will never stop flowing through my mind. Especially in the bathroom, I feel like crying. And the time when I'm about to sleep in such nights. And everytime I have to look out from my balcony looking at the sky to let go abit of my sorrows. I love the sky for reasons. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But after all, is this all fate? I don't believe but is this God's decision on my path to see the right path? Right now I'm stuck in the middle, never even move on. I never even&amp;nbsp;take a serious single step yet. I felt so scared that every circumstances in life are just rejections. :/ I felt much like an idiot who doesn't know each phrase in my life. I can't hate myself, I dislike myself for not taking any stepping on the path, because I've no confident what's right. Lol. Sigh, I pray that good things will not end so soon but stood up for reasons to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I felt that everything's just a lie. Because that lie seems to be such a bad truth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-258337313065636533?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/258337313065636533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/258337313065636533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/06/lay-back-on-me.html' title='Lay back on me.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDImFW8F8zs/TgiLnmD70GI/AAAAAAAACCc/dxi3QAMes4c/s72-c/tumblr_lk7f3dmDvR1qda5qro1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7873246127692771505</id><published>2011-06-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:20:57.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa866QcCs7s/TgNJYmbpuDI/AAAAAAAACCY/3Bsp3SVFoQI/s1600/tumblr_ln8vc78JNH1qlt7nto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa866QcCs7s/TgNJYmbpuDI/AAAAAAAACCY/3Bsp3SVFoQI/s400/tumblr_ln8vc78JNH1qlt7nto1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;It's been long, but not as long as before, haha! Yeah, I'm sorry that I've been very down lately, after HK trip that is. But somehow I feel that everything precious started to fade away, especially one other thing. I guess it's my destiny/punishment for being a liar that hides my past right? I know. I hide because I don't trust anyone after some incidents happen when I was in lower secondary, I couldn't overcome my phobia of trusting. But now I try, because some awesome friends are still there for me &amp;amp; I've already crossed my heart not to fall again. I'm a fool, bitch or whatever. Nobody knows how much I feel left out sometimes, I know it's rude to show my misery face &amp;amp; I should kept everything to myself to just force my smile that is so fake and not even appealing as before. I'm feeling sorry for my parents to everytime comfort me in any ways, but I've to suffer alone now and I don't want/need any sympathy anymore. &amp;nbsp;It kills me more - it's like just one comfort, you know you have to return it as well, otherwise you lose something precious. It's so like a grim reaper in life. I admit I fear rejections, lose people I love or whatever. Sigh, I really stuck right here, not a single move to move on since years/months/days. And I don't know what the hell am I saying either. It seems like I could only understand myself, and I seems to be too nice (and I can't stop preventing to be nice). Why? Because I feel that I'm taken advantage, and nobody likes that. Now what, I lose everything because of the "contract" (I'm not using promise), but more like a bloody stupid contract that I'm fallen into that 99% trick. Yeah, I've been bad tempered nowadays, because I'm upset and tired of all this minor happenings that are not even forgiven. C'mon, I hate this problems to be damn pathetic, everyone wants to have a 50/50 good life too right? But maybe I just have to let happiness go, and misery just enter. Since my life's judge like this. Is that why people left me? Haha, I guess so. I hate to greed for happiness, pride or whatever good now, because I'm under the test. Even love, it's so hard to trust, I felt it's so temporary... I don't know, I'm confused. I'm not strong for what I think, I'm tired. I felt that I'm too over, but I decided to be down-to-earth now. Whatever expectation that is given to me highly, I'm sorry that I can't fulfil it. But I need a long way now on a sacred path I've to treasure. I don't want to hurt anyone in my problems anymore, so I don't need any sympathy, just tolerate my ignorance, because i've be independent. I've to slowly learn my old self which I was most happy. And one more thing, frankly I'm still waiting, but it's up to you to decide to accept whoever I am now or the gift of the days/months/years that you're away. :/... I know I'm a failure for what I am to you before. I know you have other reasons why you're like this to me too. I admit, I'm feeling envious of how you treat your friends now. But nevermind, like you said - "It's gonna be hell for you and me." Yeah, it is, twice for me. But it's alright, I know misery is temporary, but I cannot seek/greed for happiness, neither I can take this as a joke, but a point. But one thing I'm worried now is you'll change after that "cast" that you're appointed to right now in that upcoming "show" and I know you'll disappear and that "reason" is a lie for sure. If it is, will I forgive you? It's either you do for a sake or you do for your ego or you're a huge liar. I'm upset, but still I'm the same for you. You just don't know it actually kills me alot. But, my answer is I'm still waiting. i'm not forcing myself either, it's my heart feels that you're so stubborn for not telling me the truth &amp;amp; one is faithful to. I can't help myself but to keep myself busy to distract me. I wonder if you'll come back as you mark your words that you still... nvm. I guess you won't... I wish I could tell you whatever's in my mind straight facing you right now in real life. It makes me feel better and stronger, yet a scar that will never leave. And recently I saw my friend tweet this, and this is how 100% I'm feeling - "Smile when your heart is aching, smile even though its breaking." That's my hint, and that's the 1 Million words I feel like telling you straight at your face that how much I really still care. I know I'm like a fool now, but I'm not fake like as if I've gone through plastic surgery, I don't like to feel plastic but real leather. I'm getting off topic, ain't I? Haha, it shows how much is in my mind now. Yes, I'm restless. Every problem counts in, I know I'm losing something. I've lost my confidence, like how much I'm still having stage fright when I got solo(s) in any concert. How I wish I can sleep forever &amp;amp; dream of everything I wanted it to be. I felt drained of witnessing what's going on everyday. I want to be strong like how other people support me like my pillar of strength... I feel sorry, but I'm disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hello or Goodbye?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7873246127692771505?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7873246127692771505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7873246127692771505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/06/turn-around.html' title='Turn around.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa866QcCs7s/TgNJYmbpuDI/AAAAAAAACCY/3Bsp3SVFoQI/s72-c/tumblr_ln8vc78JNH1qlt7nto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3595145728161855404</id><published>2011-06-01T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T19:41:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angsty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh6wY_cyscg/TeYawP7X0qI/AAAAAAAAANc/ibvIg16NjYI/s1600/inspiration%252Canger%252Cangst%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cemotion%252Cfuck%252Cyou-6a3a1f1a899dfa4138da7e5fde82f936_h_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh6wY_cyscg/TeYawP7X0qI/AAAAAAAAANc/ibvIg16NjYI/s400/inspiration%252Canger%252Cangst%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cemotion%252Cfuck%252Cyou-6a3a1f1a899dfa4138da7e5fde82f936_h_thumb.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"You don't even know how angry and frustrating I am, can't I hide my feelings to the never-obvious limit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I had enough, I had enough misunderstandings, I had to be this straight, nobody even fucking knows how much I want to keep things away from any affection of mood. Misunderstanding can leader into huge scenario especially it super hurts when it comes to relationship/best friendships. From this learning point, I rather show to my enemy which is myself. But I'm greatful to have some friends who really there for me even though how busy they are, I salute you&amp;nbsp;guys, thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;Yes, my old friends who knows me very well as well. I'm sorry if it affects you but I need some time alone too as well. People mistook me of seeking attention, hello - everyone has the urge to type/say but&amp;nbsp;we know on the very last minute we said it on the wrong place to vent my anger. And I know not many people read my blog, so I let&amp;nbsp;my words lay here. People mistook each other body languages, and we got the habit to judge, but on the other side - we didn't ask at all. It's like our problem for not knowing why, but finding out why later is too late. Have everyone think of that in particular too? You may disagree, but it's common on our&amp;nbsp;unexpected actions. Faking a smile like damn bloody painful, and when you're smiling for real -&amp;nbsp;nobody gives a damn. Sometimes a fake smile doesn't even last long, it will drop into a frown and flow with the tears.&amp;nbsp; We all know&amp;nbsp;misery is just temporary, but can't we just give way to each other so that happiness look so realistically alive again where it supposed to remain. I'm disappointed for what has happened, good things really come to the end. Everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz8wfeNc2DE/TeYfGhQrglI/AAAAAAAAANg/dadA2UfwwOo/s1600/tumblr_lippskEm4s1qaeuvoo1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lz8wfeNc2DE/TeYfGhQrglI/AAAAAAAAANg/dadA2UfwwOo/s400/tumblr_lippskEm4s1qaeuvoo1_500_thumb.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is for someone who I respect alot, and it turns into ashes when I saw something unexpected when it turns into the obvious hatred:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Why do you judge me first without a good chat like before again? Why your negativeness attack you and now to attack me? You're calling me a fake, and that hurts HELL lots, and it's one of the worse case scenario from a best friend whom I treasure alot. Reason why I fucking remove you from the "list" it's because I thought you changed alot worse and started talking to me like shit. I've been watching you over Facebook, it doesn't mean I don't care what happened to you, because I miss the times you laugh and share things with me when I felt "Hey! Great Minds Think Alike!" and I don't mind hearing stories from you like how I took the same bus as you along the way back at night. It's just that I can be your listener &amp;amp; advice you, not to understand you. I fear that if I understand you too much then I understand you til I'm wrong. I only can understand your same movements and habits, not your personality. And you mistook me from refering you from some status in my Facebook, No - I wasn't refering to you. I'm upset with other surroundings too. Remember that time I took the bus same as my best friend in secondary school and with you, the very last day I see you? Yes, that day was the day I started to feel negative approaching you as your body language like telling me to go away. And I tried my best to talk to you, nothing's the same anymore. It's not that I find you boring, it's just that I seriously don't know how to reply when your body language affects my mind like you're trying to ask me to "Go away" Not only you that I've think of, I've think of some people I do care also, that's why my feeling are seriously quite uncontrollable. And it's really insane, so please understand. I've been think alot of negative these days like you too, but I also have to focus what I supposed to focus, but yeah outside things affected me, so don't get me wrong if I'm saying about you in Facebook on the previous day or more the status. I'm venting what I feel nowadays, neither do I refer to anyone. But now those long sentence today, I'm refering to you to let you see how fucking upset am I to see unexpected words from your at Facebook. I am not guilty for what I've seen through your status, I'm horrified &amp;amp; I fear to lose a good friend who taught me how to be strong in band too. I hope you really understand, and I'm sorry if I'm avoiding you because I thought you dislike me and gave up hopes on me as I'm your junior. But seriously speaking, my eyes also can't get off from your Facebook as I do care alot, especially to some other good ones too, but I don't know how to approach, it's like the same as my stage fright. Because I do have fears of rejections or losing something precious. I really need to talk to you, but please don't get me wrong in any ideas. I'm really sad, but I just don't know how to hide it because nobody in a world likes to suffer or being pathetic. But I just need time to settle my misery off and be myself like you've seen before in band or in our conversation. I'm VERY sorry, but you don't deserve best friend like me because I cause your negativeness too, I rather you treat me like a junior like how you treat me last year so happily. Being best friends really hurt alot, but I still favourite you as my good friend who's there for my courageness. I always do love my beloved bro, otherwise I wouldn't fucking care about all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Being best friends may sounds fun, but it can be dangerous when comes to problems. It's hell in our cinema memory.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3595145728161855404?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3595145728161855404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3595145728161855404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/06/angsty.html' title='Angsty.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hh6wY_cyscg/TeYawP7X0qI/AAAAAAAAANc/ibvIg16NjYI/s72-c/inspiration%252Canger%252Cangst%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cemotion%252Cfuck%252Cyou-6a3a1f1a899dfa4138da7e5fde82f936_h_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4145088013448769504</id><published>2011-05-31T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:49:28.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aye Partehs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/pirates-of-the-caribbean-on-stranger-tides-movie-poster-02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/pirates-of-the-caribbean-on-stranger-tides-movie-poster-02.jpg" t8="true" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YO HO, PIRATE BLOGGAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes! Back blogging about today's epic moments. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This morning, I went to school by taxi because I thought I was super late as I'm stuck at YT around 7.25am. :( Managed to get a taxi and reached school around 7.45am, NO TRAFFIC JAM LEH! LOL. WHAO! HAHA, and yeah! I was the FIRST to reach school okay! And afterwards, found out some of my classmates trapped outside as the room at E202 was locked by the new lady lecturer, and it happened on my 2nd time srsly! And it took more than half an hour for them to come in, gosh &amp;gt;&amp;lt;" And again it's locked awww. After that, many groups of visitors keep coming in to our class seeing our works/seniors' work etc. And it's freaking lots of group that came! Few hours later, had class test! I didn't even freaking study a single thing! Boohoo! :( And I only have alitte bit confidence over my MCQs not the Short Question part. ARGH! Finally test has ended!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that - Jasmine, Evelyn, Priscilla, Vester, Jerome, Noh, Luqman, Weijie, Zai, Zhenwei, Terence, (Idk who's that but if I'm not wrong the name's) Andy &amp;amp; myself went to NEX planning to watch Kungfu Panda 2, unfortunately, it's tickets running out fast! :( In the end, Priscilla couldn't make it for the show as she has work around 4plus? Yeah, at the very last minute decision, we've already planned to watch Pirates Of The Caribbean 4: On Stranger Tides. Terence, Vester &amp;amp; Jasmine had already watch it, especially Terence watched it the many times like around now which is the 4th? Whao! HAHA. But me &amp;amp; Evelyn have never seen it yet. Watching Pirates is SURELY a damn freaking long-winded show but my eyes were not surprisingly awake. 2h 10 mins I guess? Like srsly whaaaaa-t?! LOL. But I love Johnny Depp so much that's why my eyes were totally awake! HAHA, manxz! After that went home and cooked Fried Rice plus Carrot Soup? :o HAHA YEAH! Now watching "Seriously Funny Kids", "The Noose" &amp;amp; "Asian Alarm" :) Had a great "distraction" today by the movie﻿! Hehe. And thanks Sabrina for making my day nowadays! What a friend indeed! :3 Haha CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's a big jump of differences of the atmosphere nowadays, I wish my present could learn those better histories.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4145088013448769504?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4145088013448769504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4145088013448769504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/05/aye-partehs.html' title='Aye Partehs!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3791218939816166981</id><published>2011-05-30T09:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:57:14.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EMfYi_EhtU/TeL3U3WL8tI/AAAAAAAACBk/G86rmf4fXGo/s1600/bspt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 253px; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612320023483511506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EMfYi_EhtU/TeL3U3WL8tI/AAAAAAAACBk/G86rmf4fXGo/s320/bspt1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eheh! Hello folks! I'm back on track to revive my blog fully. Muahahaha, reason why because I want to be my old self back, and i'm trying my very best. Because I realized I'm much more happier telling/venting my emotions here instead. Twitter's so against me. :( And hey! My exams are coming - and to think it's held on my birthday! Whaddaphuck! *sobs* Should I apply for nuffnang for my blog? Hmm, I'm wondering. And I'll no longer use Cbox in my blog because it's full of unknown spammers these days, thinking of ShoutMix which is lioke SO MUCH BETTER right! Hahha, I must think of a nice skin on my blog, lazy to do skincodes because I know it ghanna take time for me, sigh! Haha, IGNORE MY EMO POST in this blog, I guess nobody cares, haha. :) It's like only 6 months later, and i won't be seeing my dearest ITE classmates already, so fast graduate eh! :( I'm ghanna miss them hell lots! Okay, I'll promise to post PICTURES here again! *smileys* Then I'll talk about life again, and I miss the tags here, haha so old-skool! Busy life, busy year, busy suffers, busy buffers. Whoa. Good eh! LOL. This saturday, I'm ghanna go ZOO AGAIN with my family this time round, it's been so long! Oh-oh, childhood memories are ghanna revive! Yippeeyayyay. ARGH, alrighto. Twitter &amp;amp; Tumblr timez! *POOF*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I miss your smile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3791218939816166981?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3791218939816166981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3791218939816166981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/05/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8EMfYi_EhtU/TeL3U3WL8tI/AAAAAAAACBk/G86rmf4fXGo/s72-c/bspt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3090171522161931965</id><published>2011-05-23T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:36:46.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow, it's been so long I never blogged. Yeah, I rather vent my pressures here instead of facebook &amp;amp; twitter because I know no one is gonna read my blog ever since it's been dead for quite some time. Something makes my life's damn interesting, which is my first super-duper heartache in love. Out of my ex(s) or crush(s), only one made me feel like waiting for that someone for months/years. I don't know why, but my heart chained to the feeling. You keep saying you're not worth of my wait. Why the hell? You're chasing me away like you're hiding me away 1000 reasons. To be frank, it's nerve wrecking. I think it's because my character/attitude you find that is not your type, that's one of the reason(s) ain't it? Everyone have a deep attitude emotions to hide their emotion by trying their best, but they can't because insanity make their way. Ever since that event, you make my day many time, and you're freaking hell good enough for me. Yeh, I'm freaking jealous of seeing you how you treat your friends through social networks. But I know it's wrong for me to be it, so I rather hide because I don't want to hurt you and think wrong of my views. It really hurts when suddenly you treat me so cold. 2 of my bestest friends asked me "You sure can wait?" and I went "Yeah, I can wait. Because my heart srsly damn chained." It's not that I want you to be the first &amp;amp; the last, it's seriously selfish feeling I know. It's just that I want to tell you how much you're meant to me. My 2 b-fs said "But why can't you guys balance everything? You don't have to worry whether studies or etc. affect you, you guys can have 1/4 time together and the rest are just the highest priorities" True. And they agree it's weird that it's a sudden break off, it show one thing, you're hiding me away from your true ego feeling from me. I'm quite puzzled. :/ I don't know whether I'm right to say this, perhaps I'm judging instead of realizing the reason. Because I scared to talk to you, I rly don't know why. It's a super heartache feeling, it makes me don't want to go for any HK gathering anymore, I rather you go becauase they need you more than I do. I don't know why I'm super negative towards this, because I've been thinking alot when my friends in love distract me, and it reminds me of you. I don't know why you don't allow me to wait, hoping to start a new one with another? Fine. :/ I rather be a nun after my studies. Because it really hurts me alot and I'm ready to take hell of those burdens til I die. It's driving me insane like before. I felt very suicidal, I don't know what can stop me from this. I want those feelings to stay, because I don't know why I really care for you alot, alot, and alot. I don't care if it's for months/years of hell wait, because I know you do care but you just want to find words to make me stay away from you. I guess my character/attitude that makes you change your mind of me. Yeah, it should be be - I failed to be your gf, totally... Every night, I see stitch, I cried. Because it reminds me of your sweetest smile that cheers me up automatically just 0.01 minisec. Ever since you're gone, my life's into deep disaster and I'm back to the the dark side of me, I'm faking my smiles everyday. It's not your fault, I feel unworthy and extremely useless. Whatever I'm affecting you, I'm really really sorry. But I guess you can't feel that I'm actually really straight with my words here. You're gone..., now I can do is to wait til you talk to me and restart everything. Wait...and wait...and wait. All I can do is to pray, face reality &amp;amp; everything... Idk about your return, I fear everything will not be the same, I fear to loose that feeling, I fear to to everything about you. I don't know why this drives me insane, but I'll wait. And I do not hate neither hesitate... (End)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3090171522161931965?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3090171522161931965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3090171522161931965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-long.html' title='It&apos;s been long.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3368173626908665391</id><published>2011-01-24T19:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T20:14:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's going on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TT1mKE0J4CI/AAAAAAAACBY/VL_xDY64hYQ/s320/redgoose02.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565717037777018914" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 already, I forgot to blog earlier on. Oh whao, brand new "busy" year. More like a finalist to me, lol. Yeh, revive blog again, naise huh. FYP's coming near, Chinese New Year's damn near &amp; what's more? Rabbit year really speeds up busy days, weeks or months. And heck, chaotic moments happened after 2011 arrives, sucks still. Old friendships starting to tear apart, one by one. (Scary ain't it?) And some new friends became your worse nightmare, (As I sing along, I SEE MANY TRUE COLORS, THAT'S WHY I GOT SCREWED) Joking, lmao. No, reason why I say that, it's like I'm from secondary one to two already, that's where chaotic moments between friendship and serious work. Gosh, that's the "greatest" prediction I ever dreamt, GREAT...no never better. What makes me original now is band, yeh. I felt so much more myself like how I am before when I'm in band during my happiest upper secondary school times. Argh, why am I comparing now? :/ I'm disappointed that when I want to stable something in my life, it falls off like wind blow away the poker tower, damn really. Twitter's a big mistake for me to express my feelings, I seems to offend people that they're thinking it is them, fml much. Otherwise, I alr remove anyone of the "obvious" you from Twitter alr. Whatever that is, Twitter's my privacy, when I trust you, I let you in, not to get offended, but I know people felt the same chaotic way. (Some?) Facebook, a book for me to see pictures, fullstop. Yes, photography, that's what I aim to look at, not to STALK. I miss my best-friends-forever, they're so busy, when can I meet them to join our laughters again? I felt lost in school and whatever-reality-is-going-on now. People like me have habits to judge first rather going straight to the point of the real view. But I don't want to fall for their body languages that I'm thinking wrong over of, just that I don't really know them well or I don't know what the heck they doing I guess, stupid me/us hurh? Life's never an instruction to follow, making mistakes without realizing the point we should forsee. (Oh, I'm talking so randomly out of topic like cuts all over. :S) Oh-mm-gee, when am I gonna EVER-EVER move on? I can't move like this because stupid mindfk in me still thinking negative, like oh...I ain't perfect, don't make me sound pretty perfect. Too perfect, too much disgrace. Ain't it? I'm disappointed, that's why I'm typing random cuts over my topic now. I got so much things to say, I just don't know how to put it, I felt speechless when I kept thinking over it. Stop misjudgementals, it kills the cat curiousity and vision over you, thanks. We must learn how to control our daily bad habits and learn to LEARN our lesson. Life's a lesson learnt, argh what am I talking? Ok, I'm depressed over many shits happen this month. So Goodbye Now, I don't wanna add oil here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I need your warmest hug.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3368173626908665391?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3368173626908665391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3368173626908665391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s going on.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TT1mKE0J4CI/AAAAAAAACBY/VL_xDY64hYQ/s72-c/redgoose02.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2788048652070816996</id><published>2010-12-12T18:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:31:57.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 175px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kusbzv9CPV1qzwaddo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, my blog's so dead already. Yes, it is certainly DEAD. Haha! ain't you guys excited for this christmas season? I'm damn excited, love this precious white christmas that I would wunna treasure. :-) People ask me...Why I've been emotional nowadays, because uh...I just kinda feel lost? :/ Somehow I feel there's alot of people around me and myself are surrounded with darkness that tries to enter inside us, but the heart will never be affected. Seeing lots of true colors from friends are really scary, because you're not sure with their trust and stuffs. But some hidden their emotions inside to prevent any unhappiness to appear. Which it also same goes for me... It's stupid of me to bother such minor things too. I'm supposed to be happy with my life I am now. But the past ALWAYS bothers me, (alot...) But nevertheless, I'll try to stay strong. Somehow it's irritating that when you hate someone, you tend to hate their everything. Yeah, but I always knew they're not that type of "person", it's just that their mind change into sarcasm or let's just say upside down or maybe hiding themselves away from what's behind their mask? I don't hate anyone, but my mind sets so. But it's just I don't like it when they're not themselves? Some lies to myself too. Nobody likes to be someone else though, I bet everyone likes their special self where we learn what's reality is about from what we've faced? Darkness controls us all, but our heart will never change its faith, I believe. What's extreme is using words to trash all the relationships over your friends etc. and the pain will still feel it in your heart permenantly like a scar. But your mind just want to kick asses out, but heck I will tear into pieces. Heart vs mind, life's so unfair. Making ourselves dramatically split personalities, but we know we hate it. Unpredictable much. I've been thinking too much lately too, but encouragement never stops, so I'll stand to dedicate that I'll remain what I'll remain what's in my heart, my mind just...way too much I guess. :/ Oh well, can't blame. But hey, I'm not trying to say i'm perfect here, it is what I've faced so far... many happens unexpectedly. It's like, how you wish you return to where you're so yourself when that many...SHOULDN'T happen. It's not that I don't wanna face, it's just pointless for me to explain when you don't want to listen (childishly, i mean you) or perhaps me... SUCKS and it's nuts alright. But after so many craps... (off topic), FINALLY CHRISTMAS HERE! (Hope it is certainly PEACE), yeah. I've been dreaming of a white christmas. :-P Oh well, don't wanna talk about "those" anymore, WELL...VANESSA EUGENIA TAY, LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE. Okay, randomly end here. *cuts scene*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Even though I hate you for what you've done, but you'll always remain in my memory. You're never forgotten, because you're yet dearest to me. But I'll never be yours, because we don't even seems happy together. But all I want to tell you that, you're one of the bestest, and I pray hard everyday with both of my hands that hope you're doing fine everyday and peace be with you always. All the best for your future endeavours. Don't bother about me anymore, your future awaits you. It's impossible to be a pair again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've moved on...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2788048652070816996?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2788048652070816996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2788048652070816996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/12/dreadful.html' title='Dreadful.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2894652670309478952</id><published>2010-11-01T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:38:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck love somehow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:55%;"&gt;Yoh, back posting. Hahahas. Fml seriously. I mean not in school or whatever, just personal. Having a first love in your life, it's hard to forget. Having your first crush, you idolized so much about him. Have you ever wondered how much bad flickered mouth you said about your boyfriend/girlfriend, you find yourself stupid that you still hang in the strongest feeling there. I gotta be honest, fuck love seriously. It's the most painful moments that can never forget unless you found someone that really guides you through your life or you turn back and treasure it all over. But I realized, it's freaking too late to turn over. It's so impossible to turn over because of our minds keep thinking of the problems we had, when our heart still stays on. Haha, that pig that I treasure for many months on our favourite number, he has gone to another path liking someone new, I'm happy like seriously. But Idk why I feel lousy, stupid me? I'm so stupid viewing someone's profile often and get concern all over, I shouldn't have done that but no heck I can't. I just don't know why he keeps thinking i'm those kind of girls that kick guys asses off like a catchy flirt. Fuck your mind, not your heart man. Your mind's evil, so as mine. Everyone whatever. Idk why my heart still hanging there for you when you already have your freaking life out there with so many grateful friends you have now, I'm smiling that you went for camps and stuffs, you interact, I don't have to bug you anymore to force you go have grateful times with your friends balanced over me, but I'm not in your balance anymore. I'm more like a person you're avoiding and kick me off and forget me by liking someone else and you used sarcasm on me, I guess you've no choice to chase me away to forget reality misery. I bet your parties hate me, I can feel the hatred. My parties are just freaking worried and they can't bare to see me like a piece of holy shit emoing in class when I'm not even myself and I can't concentrate doing my work anymore. People say I'm slacking everywhere, moodswing everywhere. I know it's my freaking problem, but how the heck I'm gonna remove you out of my mind. Impossible! Even though how much I want you to leave me alone, it's because I'm getting nutsy that people keep bothering me without a fail of no privacy. I'm a freaking liar that I lied to my friends that I'm busy when I'm sacrifice my whole lot of time spending time with you alone. But somehow I miss my friends alot like hell. But you didn't give a single chance to accept how I treat my friends in my way rather that what you think. Yeah, it's childish you know what I mean. But seeing you with your friends now, it makes me whole lot better, reason why because you look happier there rather hanging out with me saying i'm boring or something. I got sick and tired of you mentioning breakups, I'm tired of begging you not to let go. But I did let go, and you ask for it back. I don't wanna take pity from you man, neither you wanna take mine. Just tell me straight face by face and tell me what you wanna, but you got to know your frekaing girlfriend's limits that she's up to not being herself and you thought she changed for the bad. Whoa, what? I'm frustrated because I got upset hearing bad comments from you about me. That's why I decided to let go of you thoroughly. But hey. *slaps* IT'S SO EMBARRASSING TO SACRIFICE SOMETHING FOR YOU AND YOU REJECTED IT LONG TIME AGO. And you said you gonna do the same thing as me. Because you feel like you gonna prove that I'm in a hell of wrongs. Don't you think BOTH OF US IN THE WRONG? I don't mind sacrificing my freaking life for you even though we're different religions. Honestly, why do you think I'm a cheater or a flirt to you? It shows that you're jealous, it's common y'all. I'm glad you told me you are. But you have to know each other limits man, you misunderstood me because you're not used to how I treat my friends in my life before. Now I totally change for the sake of you once for awhile, but I find it a no used, I felt like I'm a macro barbie controlled by a little boy and I'm being chained up with broken legs. I'm not insulting you acting like a kid. I'm just telling you that being under controlled can lead to certain people's limits that they will go crazily angry in themselves or worse later and by not being herself and you think I've changed for the bad. :/ I felt like a fool falling in love with someone who doesn't understand anymore like the start how we used to be childishly love but maturity pure heart connection calling ourselves little pig and little donkey.  I really felt loved by you, but not anymore. It's impossible to go back because there's missing jigsaw puzzle piece right in between there. What the missing piece? TRUST. I realized how much we've gone through many quarrels, it's so stupid that I laughed with anger inside. You know it yourself, it's so stupid to argue, we realized it's not what we think, it's how we feel. We know there's something wrong, but we dunno how to start talking with the tone of warmth again. I'm so careless. Now feelings fade already, I can't do anything. I pretended that I wanna go away from you, but my heart's still there. But what I know is, to you I'm a bad girlfriend, I'm not according you what you expected from me. Love isn't full of expectations, love is what we gonna see unexpectedly that we gotta be ourselves. I'm so confused, I can no longer turn back, because when I turn around closing my eyes, the path behind is already gone in pitch black and your hand never appear to appreciate one another again by dragging me to the path we supposed to continue. I suck at acting happy, hahaha. I guess this is my final goodbye to the memorable first love even though you're not my first crush, but a great loving journey that broken into pieces but the good ones still there, I agree. But hey, I bet that girl's lucky to have you that you aiming for now. God bless you always. :)&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/3801506353035817575-2894652670309478952?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2894652670309478952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2894652670309478952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/11/fuck-love-somehow.html' title='Fuck love somehow.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-8913689089347223436</id><published>2010-10-03T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T23:02:36.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I only knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TKiQpBIhNBI/AAAAAAAACBM/3OLUUQQwa1A/s320/4117438757_4b9a1d2f5a_z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523823977323115538" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;BONJOUR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yep finally back blogging. I bet not much people reading it as before during my secondary school days. Anyway, I had a great day yesterday cycling @ &lt;b&gt;East Coast Park&lt;/b&gt; with my band friends. Photo shown at Facebook, haha! And MF5 is coming; not only but Christmas! Oh gosh. *drools* HAHA. It's my very first time with a concert band playing so many pieces unlike secondary school playing less than 4-5 pieces. But now I heard that it's more than 18? I'm like SHUT UP, HAHAHAHAHA. Meaning, Omg SERIOUS?! in American style. Nyaha. Oh-mm-gee, I can't wait for Christmas which is somemore a SATURDAY! I miss my old peeps, can't WAIT for exams to be over. I mean it, HAHAHAH. I can't wait to go poly too. It's like years pass by so fast, and look I'm 17 yo. Whoa, I feel my aged of 8 is so like yesterday. I still can picture it in my mind, so clear. September has been a bad month to me, which I kinda don't know why. October's something afresh for me, I'm really looking forward in big events coming near November. :-) I miss my besties, my old cliques, secondary school band, ite band, old secondary school mates &amp; my mom's side family alot. That's it, I'm straight forward with my answers. Because I feel that I'm myself there. :/ But Love isn't easy. I couldn't trust myself over Love anymore. Because I felt like an idiot secretly sacrifice and treasure, but turns up a trash of rejections. When comes to the end of relationship, what I see among myself and my friends' relationship, people pimp-pointing its faults. Is that love? Nah, people just wanna be a winner that takes it all. But one thing that alot of us don't know is, what's each other mind thinking. Is happiness really there when jealousy takes place? Yeah, guys think its flirting while girls think it's socializing. But hey, have you people ever thought of respecting and appreciate one and another? You think, is he/she (he)rself? No right? Just because some people don't even trust and have faith. It's your mind control you (IQ), but where's your heart? (EQ) Just take those IQ and EQ for examples. If only couples love each other, trust each other, have faith together, that's alright. Happiness's just there, fullstop. Controlling can be minor, but you don't change who he/she is unless he/she born from the negatives. Trust each other instincts, they'll know what's good or bad if you know him/her very well. Unless you're meant for his/her life if they've gone bad and you're the change of his/her life. &lt;&lt;&lt; That's fate anyway. Love ain't superstitious, it matter how both of you are strong and meant to be together. Love isn't money, but you can buy his/her love to become one house of the hearts. Love isn't (really) jealous, because you know you already belong to his/her heart. But just because you think you're not a better person. A real man/lady must know they're the man/woman! Many people think jealousy is good to show/tell because it shows how much he/she love him/her, but you don't have to lose, keep winning his/her heart. Because you know you love for the sake of him/her and you know what to do what's right for him/her. Love can be a sacrifice, because you don't want him/her to be in pain. You're the guard-of-honor of his/her heart. That's what I believe in Love. But I'm not trying to say as if I know what's Love 100% about. It is what I see and feel, that's all. But Love, you've to be your true self. Every true self is neither good/bad. But true to whoever and yourself. Wearing a mask can be addictive and a shield to hide who you are, what you're brought up with/at or let's just say reputation. Being yourself is better for whom you're brought up as from the positive life, because everyone's equal. Lastly, Love is part of the independence and responsibility in you. That's what I strongly believe. Haha, whoa I typed so much. :/ Anyway, it's just facts of what I believe. Even if you disagree, I'm okay with it. Because different thoughts and beliefs.  But friends, sorry for being so emotional for weeks and affect you all. I just wasn't quite myself after so much depression over problems. But I want to throw those depression away so badly. That's why I can't wait for DECEMBER. Nyahahaha. I've to be afresh, ya'll. Nights!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Walk With Me, O Lord.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-8913689089347223436?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8913689089347223436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8913689089347223436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/10/if-i-only-knew.html' title='If I only knew.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TKiQpBIhNBI/AAAAAAAACBM/3OLUUQQwa1A/s72-c/4117438757_4b9a1d2f5a_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2022511032875971897</id><published>2010-09-12T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T22:40:52.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not really true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TIzicc1PLcI/AAAAAAAACBE/RixV0G8pgkI/s320/tumblr_kv54620JbA1qzhqbmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516032622025715138" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE, whatzup. I sense Christmas's coming near, to you it may be far. But nah, everyday's christmas. It's just that school doesn't make you feel any. Yesterday went out with Jianlei, Jiahui &amp; Zhengyu off to Sentosa for Suntan! I felt that I've not gone too far tan manz, next week's for more! Too bad, can't LUGE due to dinner time &amp; V bro's pair of shoes. In the end, out of stock, LOL. But they got it alr just right today. Awesome, V broz confirm no-no emo, HAHA. And yeah, continue... Hmm, we planned to go Aston, but heck long queue and it made me growl more. In the end, Zhengyu suggested Marche which long ago I've been at Suntec as the latest, but I guess Suntec's no more. :-( I darn miss the atmosphere. So had my pasta, orange juice &amp; chocolate mousse (thick alright! it nearly gave me a bad cough.) But yeap, took alot of unglam photos which everything's at zhengyu's camera, not sure when he's uploading it, HAHA. I can't remember any much. :-( Anyway, before the part we suntan, we went to take a shower and a walk to the bus terminal, there's one crazy fella cut our queue. Everyone got 'emselves fiery and went "STOMP! STOMP!" Well, problem's over. This thing can be forgotten, forgive him. It's just a day. Unless uh, it had such cases before or most of the times at Sentosa's long queue over train/buses? Haha, dang. Yeah anyway back to topic, after eating all our main dishes, we went to hunt for desserts as Jiahui's uh...Swiss Chocolate Ice-cream taste extraordinary, LOL. *regrets moment later* Yeap, after paying my bills, reason I said mine because it's not those total up sums, it's those cards that what you've order - Yeah, I SPENT LEAST. (Y)! LOL, that's really lame. Afterwards head home by bus, reached home around 11 plus. And start to realzie my eye's pretty heavy, in fact heavy eyes means sleepy but my eyes heavy due to suntan, how weird's that?! :-O Haha, gonna see more awesome days but busy days just ain't my day(s). :&lt; HAHA, seeyahz. C:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sacred confusion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2022511032875971897?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2022511032875971897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2022511032875971897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-not-really-true.html' title='It&apos;s not really true.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/TIzicc1PLcI/AAAAAAAACBE/RixV0G8pgkI/s72-c/tumblr_kv54620JbA1qzhqbmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5232289950404553454</id><published>2010-08-26T23:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T23:59:35.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that hurts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/hooray-1.png" border="0" alt="(Y)"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time for not updating my blog, I didn't keep it touch, apologies! BUT HAHA, I guess nobody reads that often anymore anyways. Because everyone's eyes over twitter and facebook. Anyway, Youth Olympic Games just not long ago and I got to admit that it's way better than Adult Olympic, right?! And I just got my haircut! I just don't know how to describe it, HAHA. Wonder what people comment, hmm? Assignments are getting real tight nowadays, and it's gonna be 2011 soon. I can't watch for 10 October 2010, 10:10:10am/pm to come, HAHA. 10/10/10/10/10! LOL. 2011's gonna be next. Oh yeh! Nowadays my mom have been seeing number 44 everywhere, which also made me realized that I've been seeing 7 everywhere. Scary huh. My mom kind of ask me to update my blog, so here it is! *stares like a dagger to my mom* Hahahah. But hey, facebook keeps me updating, blogger doesn't fancy me anymore, usually was Friendster, but facebook is suiting this generation. Blogger only fancy me is blog hop around or seeing different blogskins around. If you do realized, I don't really type "liao" or "le" and even "lorh" in my blog. I felt so official here, HAHA. Well I think my singlish interacts with people's conversations instead of typing right here? And yeah, hope for all dearest 2010 batch of 'N' or 'O' level students the very best and reach out for the skies! Yeah! I'm the sky! HAHA. What the. Seeya around man! Do tag at my tagboard, and no disturbing remarks, thanks! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can you?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5232289950404553454?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5232289950404553454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5232289950404553454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-hurts.html' title='that hurts.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4866892943545912437</id><published>2010-06-30T11:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:32:39.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of june.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLO BIRDS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, it's the end of month of june this year, heh. So long never blog, I know. You all should know me, I'm kindeh lazy, heh. So far, alot of "great" things happen this year. Yeah, &lt;b&gt;Totally love my birthday this year w/Dear :&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nowadays my blog doesn't tell, but facebook does, lol. So should I open twitter next? Good idea huh? Heh! School holidays are definately boring, no offence. I want to go to school and see my amazing animation friends who's there for me. But shit, I lost my voice totally. Happy to know that I'm getting a hamster soon, I won't get bored at home already. But of course I'll be online and stuff. NBC's coming soon, hope we get back silver or perhaps gold? (smiles) Oh yeah btw, I've made up my mind to be positive in some ways, haha. But misery still stabs my heart, hate my life urgh. Because I'm bankrupt, LOL. I shouldn't have bought the cake during my belated birthday celebration, gosh. And yeah, my friend didn't contact me to have a job together, forget it... It screws me up, lol. Anyway, sorry my dear blog for leaving you aside. I'm totally way off from blogger. Seeyah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is it right to be that way?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4866892943545912437?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4866892943545912437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4866892943545912437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/06/end-of-june.html' title='End of june.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7737159911616567140</id><published>2010-04-24T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:03:22.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit life.</title><content type='html'>Hi people, it's been long not blogging huh?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, didn't have my dinner, I also don't feel like eating.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I don't feel like myself at all, trust all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Friends are not there for, they're not even true.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an ugly piece of shit, can never be smart or pretty or talented like shit that can impressed everyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just nothing to everyone, neither a friend, close or best.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like an outsider that nobody trust me and find me weird, slow, ugly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just like a caterpillar, and everyone else are like butterflies in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a good simple life. Why judge me when you dunno me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISUNDERSTANDINGS KILL PEOPLE LIKE ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be the Vanessa that hypers or horny hero to everyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I just like a useless shit putting up double mask over me to pretend that I'm ok.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody understands me, people misunderstands me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants what they want in person, nobody gives support and even there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gone..... I have phobia to be what I envy to be, I'm not anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm back a loser...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7737159911616567140?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7737159911616567140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7737159911616567140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/04/shit-life.html' title='Shit life.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-272787552705950743</id><published>2010-03-03T21:11:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:14:54.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HORRIBLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S45hZMv4lkI/AAAAAAAACAs/EE09qDWPCHc/s320/10KHR06_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444396085084198466" /&gt; Yohyoh peeps. Yeh yoh, haha! So long didn't blog, was tired after many many much assignments I've done. Yep, now another new assignment which is creating posters, wth. -.- That's like making me think hard lah, gosh, I'm growing white hair, watch it grows on top of my head soon. Anyway today there's nothing much. Drawing lessons did the same old drawing place nearby the management office, super dislike it when people distracts me if though my teacher tells me to ignore, but I can't, I got easily tempered. Seriously it's irritating when someone says "Wlao, this girl damn arrogant sia, ACTION SIOL. Ignorant when good at drawing." When I find this quite bullshit, because I'm seriously having a bad major stomachache in the morning, or let's just say &lt;b&gt;gastric.&lt;/b&gt; Seriously FFFF man, lol. Gosh, I'm not a bloody showoff, my drawing prospective SUCKS. -.- Yeah, to be honest, it wasn't the expectation of those fine arts. I rather draw animals then. Then another went "Wlao, how this girl can see while she's drawing her artwork, hair cover. *big laughter*" Aw c'mon, if I were you, I rather say "don't disturb her la. she don't want people to know her face while she's drawing, maybe she's shy, cramp or trying to get her drawing accurate." &lt;i&gt;Cheeses, I would like to slap his ***** off. -.-&lt;/i&gt; After the pissing off, I didn't mean to raise my voice up high in front of Jasmine &amp; Abigail, I'm crying for the pain of help for my cramp. But I managed to went up back to classroom - &lt;b&gt;dread&lt;/b&gt;. So I continue my artwork feeling cold sweat over my legs and my stomach. -.- But yeah, I was stupid, I didn't even buy mineral water bottle at the very first place. Then rushed to canteen and have malay food, and then drink 2 cup of strawberry milk ice-blended. And realising Mr Chua drinking the same drink as me. Yah, he was wondering why I can tahan when I have cramp. "As long as I've food to eat it edibly, I would have the feeling of cure unless m***.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S45qkJbZ4II/AAAAAAAACA0/VG6DW16XH78/s320/11HNA0f1_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444406168776204418" /&gt; Eh yup, afterwards had ADP. Everyone in the class, firstly Jerome went "WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP" then Luqman and the following people went "YA WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP" LOL, omg. Too much (L) over Annoying Orange. So I got addicted to it, and keep saying "WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP" then Fadih got irritated, LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. Then whole day watching Annoying Orange, trying to copy the slang and the sentences, LOL. I'm going nuts over ANnoying Orange. So, I went to see the whiteboard about the next assignment about creating posters, I'm like "ohnoooooz." Haiz, major headache. Yeah, "WAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUP" LOL. Anyway, nothing much during the lesson, tomorrow there's no PE, feeling happy but, having to go downtown east to check the chalet rates, oh gosh. -.-" Yep, afterwards went home with Liyang &amp; Adeline. My phone sotsot while trying to watch a video with Liyang. Then cannot sms, because screen hanged. -.-" And afterwards Liyang dropped at Clementi, while Adeline's CCK. And I went to YTP to buy drawing block and head home for a perfect simple dinnarz. :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video for the DAYZ! LOLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL_qGMfbtAk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cL_qGMfbtAk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="215"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WAZZZZZUP! LOL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-272787552705950743?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/272787552705950743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/272787552705950743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/03/horrible.html' title='HORRIBLE.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S45hZMv4lkI/AAAAAAAACAs/EE09qDWPCHc/s72-c/10KHR06_kuleiya.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2711981192305646885</id><published>2010-02-04T21:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:27:43.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love my life, but I'm like a painkiller.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S2rHXjQ162I/AAAAAAAACAM/nZCwM9CH6dk/s320/08PH37_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434375107792726882" /&gt; &lt;b&gt;HEY!&lt;/b&gt; Yeah, &lt;i&gt;hey alright...&lt;/i&gt; It's been long for not posting such a good post uh? Yeah, now it's been a pleasure to blog my stuffs since I'm now super free because tomorrow there's no school man! HAHA. After just a month, I've been getting along with my FA1001B class well! Bunch of laughters filled in, bonding with great friendships and more. I can't live without these awesome friends, especially my dear adeline and liyang being there for me. Especially my ahpaz (Jerome). I've learnt alot of things from them, but things went there perfectly simple in our own ways there. I thought my class ain't turn up to no good compared to 1A class because it's super big and looks super united. But I find a small class will do the great bondings there, haha. I'm happy my prayer's answered that my life there was actually not too bad, I've to treasure it man, it's just 2 years and now it's FEB! How fast was that! Awesome no-shit. But I slowly showed up for who I am there, and learn something new. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S2rI8y5YPMI/AAAAAAAACAU/mnukkL3V7aQ/s320/09KURO29_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434376847156067522" /&gt; Okay, let's do an off topic. Today had a long day! But finally heard in the end from Mr Chua that there's no school tomorrow! A finally one good break on the last day of throughout the 5 weekdays. Went to school early to pass the mounting board that I cutted for Jingxuan, Leon, Priscilla &amp; Huijun, btw I met them at the canteen. And also, I continue doing my drawing on my sparrow, heh! As for today, I had drawing lessons, previous it's a chair and now it is a cloth, I thought it would be super hard, but turn out from teacher's remark was good! Haha, I saw people's artwork too, they did super awesome too, I always thought mine's like a plain shit, lol. Then between the drawing lessons, had a break with Priscilla, Leon, Jingxuan, jasmine, yanmei, abigail, jerome, terence, huijun, choonyong, weijie and more? Haha. Can't remember another guy's name, it's very hard for me to remember a CHINESE NAME! Anyway, while drinking milo and eating Pocky, Priscilla suddenly asked me to join the disguting drinking game that the rest of the guys made, omg it's very disgusting! So those people who stand up, they didn't play, so some guys and priscilla alone play. Guess who's the unlucky one? Obviously the only girl, PRISCILLA! HAHA. Jerome, Choonlong &amp; the other guy chase after her as she run away from the pocky stick that was in the horrible-looking drink. But in the end, the stick dropped out of nowhere as most of their reasons said, HAHA. Oh well, back to drawing lessons and continue drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S2rK5hy9HtI/AAAAAAAACAc/R00zjM6DhhA/s320/10AKU05_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434378990049369810" /&gt; After drawing lessons, went to the "mini-foyer" or perhaps a study area? To do mounting for my friends, haha. I don't want them to waste their time, so they concentrate doing their own last touch-up of their work while I cutting the mounting board for them. After mounting all, I went back to class and first thing heard from Zakiah, "YAY! NO SCHOOL TOMORROW!" and I'm super happy because there's finally a awesome break for just a day = FRIDAY! Yeah manz! As all my friends still busy mounting their work, I busy ding my final touch-up over my drawing, yes! But I helped out to those who cried for help, haha. Finally 3pm sharp, PRESENTATION STARTS! Awesome man! Everyone turned out to be hilarious actually, while I laughed too much and got a dried throat, I panicked. Idk why Mr Chua looking forward of my presentation of my artwork, perhaps he's interested of my artwork because got "Priscilla" on it, HAHA. Ooops, joking yoh. Anyway, EVERYONE DID BETTER! I especially laughed at Choonyong, "The-Other-Guy", Vester &amp; Jingxuan's presentation speech, super hilarious! HAHAHAHA. And my dear adeline did well! Hooray for her, k3k3k3. Who say your presentation doesn't turned up well?! HAHA. Anyway, Mr Chua so bad sia, he laughed-out-loud over Huijun's presentation, because he said that she present with her robot body movements/languages. He laughed so loud, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. Oh yeah! Zhen wei also did up much funnier! Luckily Miss Thwee(sp?) was not around, and he described his artwork (panda) looks like her, I laugh til cry man! Then Jerome finally presented his work without his bag! HAHAHAHAHAHA. Turned up damn formal lorh! HAHA, after presentation. Me and liyang went to change PE clothings while sadly Adeline &amp; Jerome skipped PE, boohoo. (T-T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S2rN1AEVtNI/AAAAAAAACAk/XwpKlxK4FBA/s320/10KAR03_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434382210810885330" /&gt; During PE, went to have a 4 rounds run, I nearly die around the track, LOL. After running for 4 rounds, had a good stretch with Miss Jin. After that massage and stuffs, haha. Afterwards, went for games, and played badminton with Nadhirah, Jasmine &amp; Shuling, lol. Haha, it's really super funny about playing badminton with my jokes around, LOL. Yep, afterwards I was trying to find Liyang, but in the end she thought I went off first, wth. LOL. So, she waited for me at Paya Lebar MRT Station. So, the co. and the rest went somewhere. Anyway, then reached Paya Lebar Station. I went to find Liyang at the platform. So we went back together, and we both looked extremely tired. Then suddenly me and her think of something the same, HAHA gonna keep confidential. Then reached home, helped out to shift furnitures one side before the furnitures come arriving tomorrow. Alrighto, ciaos! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cannot upload photos, Idk where I put after packing up my things.&lt;/b&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our brain is the biggest cinema.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2711981192305646885?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2711981192305646885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2711981192305646885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-my-life-but-im-like-painkiller.html' title='Love my life, but I&apos;m like a painkiller.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S2rHXjQ162I/AAAAAAAACAM/nZCwM9CH6dk/s72-c/08PH37_kuleiya.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2929754931141419429</id><published>2010-02-03T06:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T06:50:11.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, sorry for not blogging for long manz.&lt;br /&gt;I'll update soon as I'm free from my work, I'm a good (A). :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Our brain is the biggest cinema.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2929754931141419429?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2929754931141419429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2929754931141419429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/02/uh-sorry.html' title='Uh Sorry.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2044262276495176823</id><published>2010-01-15T06:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:48:19.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I started to drift away from the light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM NOTHING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not her anymore, i'm again who always cry with blood of the heartkbroken.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the song's for me to tell.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I cannot smile again, the real smile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2044262276495176823?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2044262276495176823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2044262276495176823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-started-to-drift-away-from-light.html' title='I started to drift away from the light.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2386469375281310298</id><published>2010-01-14T19:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:35:18.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New 2010's feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08CzhhPTyI/AAAAAAAAB-8/mzss58A0TJs/s320/08DGM03_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426559160199106338" /&gt; Eyoh peeps. Long time never blog, blog server got problem to my lappy, lol. &lt;b&gt;Dear&lt;/b&gt; ask me go download Firefox, but I lazy, which was AS USUAL, HAHA! Anyway, yeap in ITE Macpherson, had some good friends. But then there's alot of differences in between them, yeah I've to get used to it though. Then some new students came in after us some days ago, today also, but I hoping if there's any really good friends la. Really wanting like those good friends instead of those joker type uh. Like my BFFs, Hillary &amp; Alex. Haha. I really like those who're truly themselves, really want to have a good friend like I want to. But my eyes are blind now, hoping for another one too, haha. Mixed with good friends, haha, added them and stuffs. Realizing two band musicians in my class, happy to know! HAHA. But hope that my course class is as good as my secondary school classes. Really into together, but I'm afraid if I show my true colors fully, would be super embarassing. I just hope that my course class don't compare this and that which I truthfully dislike and judging on each other looks or example. Worse still, racism. Which suddenly I heard bullshits of it today (Idk whether it's a joke or for real), but I still close one eye. Haiz. Oh yeah, drawing classes wasn't easy as expect, but I know it was never easy. I know it's hard to give that perfect image of the lesson taught and by doing it. Oh well, first thing have to do about ADP lessons are by drawing thumbnails, but only can aprroved one and draw with ink. Super hard to concentrate drawing, I dislike my work being smurge by stupid inks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08K1h8bNvI/AAAAAAAAB_E/W5fPw9rysHE/s320/08KHR05_kuleiya.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426567990765893362" /&gt; But I had fun with my new friends whom I oftened gathered. Liyang, Adeline, Abigail, Yanmei, Jasmine, Evelyn(?), Leon, Kelvin, Jerome &amp; Keiji. Then happened that this morning seeing Nor's drawing which are related mostly sea creatures, omg it's really talent awesome shit! I saw the drawings, was very admirable! But I'm still learning my own way, hehe. Hope if I could get a chance to learn from my new friends their drawing techniques! To learn from them like elective module, hahas! Somehow, I slowly open for who I am, but I fear of rejection, which is super hard for me to open who I am like how my secondary school friends see it. If my secondary school friends see me like this different, confirm their answers will be like "Vanessa, this is so not like you." Uh yeah, Hillary realized it yesterday, she's not even used to me talking in chinese, but slowly got influenced real badly, sigh! Hope 2 years later, I don't go to my old friends saying chinese, they will be like "what the fish." LOL. Even Zubaidah realized too, but she disliked it and she prefered me in fluent english. Oh well, the faces of life, LOL. But still, I like the friends and teachers in ITE though, haha. Anyway, showing some random pictures I took 2 days ago and today itself. Some photography shots, uh, LOL. Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Pictures of 2 days ago.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMRyxD6I/AAAAAAAAB_k/BGBDHpSCCgE/s1600-h/Mystationaries.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMRyxD6I/AAAAAAAAB_k/BGBDHpSCCgE/s320/Mystationaries.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577177660428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, random photo shot of my drawing stationaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMH4-kaI/AAAAAAAAB_c/1B9LZVF_6Xk/s1600-h/adelinecxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMH4-kaI/AAAAAAAAB_c/1B9LZVF_6Xk/s320/adelinecxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577175002124706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADELINE IS DRAWING! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TLkhTNrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/bCKQ1OYjTlI/s1600-h/thumbnailsincompleted.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TLkhTNrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/bCKQ1OYjTlI/s320/thumbnailsincompleted.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577165507573426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking of what to draw the other 3. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TLEHzp3I/AAAAAAAAB_M/d4VFhF6cvRk/s1600-h/adelineartwork.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TLEHzp3I/AAAAAAAAB_M/d4VFhF6cvRk/s320/adelineartwork.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577156810712946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was what Adeline drew with her pen straight! Super awesome ain't it? LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Today's Pictures.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bNskfoSI/AAAAAAAACAE/LlUKqOtQD4I/s1600-h/rabbitoothxzkneadederaser.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bNskfoSI/AAAAAAAACAE/LlUKqOtQD4I/s320/rabbitoothxzkneadederaser.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426585998121214242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I played with the kneaded eraser today. And I did this. But I did form another shape like dice or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bMznvkjI/AAAAAAAAB_8/jlYDg6zPS18/s1600-h/vanneycxzrandoming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bMznvkjI/AAAAAAAAB_8/jlYDg6zPS18/s320/vanneycxzrandoming.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426585982834020914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha nice shot right? Adeline helped me put the kneaded eraser on the edge of the table, we supposed to be listening to the teacher teaching but...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bMEaQtRI/AAAAAAAAB_0/qNHFWE9ln50/s1600-h/strongwindblow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08bMEaQtRI/AAAAAAAAB_0/qNHFWE9ln50/s320/strongwindblow.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426585970161005842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, when the moment after school walking on the over-head bridge to take bus to MRT station home, wind started to blow me away and my hair, and this is the result...&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, I looked like a guy! Haha! Adeline took a great shot of this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMynW92I/AAAAAAAAB_s/00qPDL9Voa8/s1600-h/walkwithfatih.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08TMynW92I/AAAAAAAAB_s/00qPDL9Voa8/s320/walkwithfatih.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426577186470950754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, when I was about to go down the stairs, my hand accidentally touch the screen of my handphone and took this picture, but after I realized, it makes sense to me. My shoe's stunning! LOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Can't you feel?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2386469375281310298?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2386469375281310298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2386469375281310298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-new-2010s-feeling.html' title='My New 2010&apos;s feeling.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/S08CzhhPTyI/AAAAAAAAB-8/mzss58A0TJs/s72-c/08DGM03_kuleiya.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7170008673440468049</id><published>2009-12-28T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T13:11:16.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Szg8BqzbwQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JbK2LgxxKtM/s1600-h/Simpleee(Girl).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Szg8BqzbwQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JbK2LgxxKtM/s320/Simpleee(Girl).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420148150907945218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, Hello Peeps. I drew my picture today which is shown above. Practicing to draw the focus of the head, I really suck at drawing the body, so I'm not gonna draw that. Anyway, yeah woke up around 9am plus and saw the application results of going to ITE, which is &lt;b&gt;DIGITAL ANIMATION!&lt;/b&gt; Hoorah man! HAHA. Yeh, but I'm kinda worried over the test. Anyway, I came back with my drawing mood already, haha. And I supposed to be bathing this time because today's &lt;b&gt;Alexster's Birthday!&lt;/b&gt; Finally 17, dead waiting eh? LOL. Okay seeya! Merry Kurisumasu, Everyone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The new beggining of its chapter is coming.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7170008673440468049?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7170008673440468049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7170008673440468049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/draw.html' title='Draw.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Szg8BqzbwQI/AAAAAAAAB-0/JbK2LgxxKtM/s72-c/Simpleee(Girl).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3666212750969320999</id><published>2009-12-16T13:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:09:46.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dread.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syhxt8eKWcI/AAAAAAAAB88/i416PHH1ubI/s320/07HANA01.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415703586053708226" /&gt; Hello peeps, haha. So long never post a damn thing here eh? Sorry that I did not post about my family chalet, because my draft was in the mess when I wanted to continue, so I'm like "zzz." and I delete the draft, heh. Pissed away, gosh. Anyway, just 2 more days to collect N level results, I don't even know how I feel about it, everyone will be like so excited and scared to take the results. For me, I'm perfectly numb, I don't give a damn, lol. Because perhaps I knew it's badly done, &lt;b&gt;screw the options part in science paper too. especially maths, what's wrong with cambridge?&lt;/b&gt; They kinda set up papers like every other schools, or some never done it before. Could they just check from different schools for what they're learning? (-.-) I can't forget that mistake, it's so hard to erase it. It's like a permanent ink in your bloody paper. 2 days coming alr, my mind's super cracked. I've been eating alot, and my life's now a bore. I doubt my mom allows me to work either, haiz. After the life of secondary school, my life's again into a drain of nothingness like primary 6. I regretted for not joining NA when I was sec 1, but due to some childish reasons that I made out. (-.-) I wonder how it is like when I'm entering ITE soon. I also don't even know what the hell am I joining which of which courses. Digital Animation, Pastry &amp; Baking or Hospitality? Or Hospitality @ Shatec? Argh, I can't plan, this is sick. Neither my parents want to plan, it's a heck care, lol. I scared different course, my life's ruined there, I fear that I couldn't make it to each of them. Gosh, I'm paranoid of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh0G88nUdI/AAAAAAAAB9E/VqeuIEv0S4Q/s320/07pandora.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415706214701421010" /&gt; Okay, here's goes an off topic onez. &lt;b&gt;These few days/weeks, I've been going out with dearz! :D&lt;/b&gt; And had lots of great time with him, even though we had hard time meeting up due to his aftermath work of tiredness. For me, parents restricted, I had no choice to give such lie, lol. I AIN'T A KID ANYMORE YO, jeez. And there's one day, I met dear after his work. He gave me a brownie cake! Which says, "I Love You Sotong!" and I find it super nice which I seriously cant bear to eat 'em. But the following day I did. Then 5th december, had to perform a concert at Ai Tong School with 'em, Yusof Ishak Secondary &amp; Bukit View Secondary (which SWS included). Had trouble playing Pirates of the Carribean, lol. But after concert finish, I met my family and off we went for Sakae dinner treat! They said all the songs were nice especially Japanese Graffiti &amp; Oteyakawanni (spelling error?). Haha, pictures will be shown in Facebook, lazy to upload here. Plus 12th dec, me and dear went to watch Planet 51 at Suntec, super hilarious please! HAHA. I ROFLOLMAO in the cinema especially the kids there, people &amp; dear, k3k3. Then after that we went for Swensens to eat baked rice, heh. There's also one time I follow dear to Bedok polyclinic due to his head that cannot turn to his left side, tsk lorh, he never sleep properly. But after I massaged him, he said he felt alittle better. And for the chalet, thanks huixian, terence, carmen, zhaozu &amp; dear for coming! Had total fun with you all. xD Woah, my post for now like a medley, LOL. HAHA. Okay, toodles. Pictures will be shown. (Actually there's more photos, problem is: all the nice photos at my aunt's camera. T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3BZpoh8I/AAAAAAAAB9k/VNQXiv8g3GA/s1600-h/DSC08662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3BZpoh8I/AAAAAAAAB9k/VNQXiv8g3GA/s320/DSC08662.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709417862105026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the room number. Happened to be seen the number 7 again! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3AyufT8I/AAAAAAAAB9c/HHicHUAYxRc/s1600-h/DSC08655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3AyufT8I/AAAAAAAAB9c/HHicHUAYxRc/s320/DSC08655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709407413489602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look at my 2nd boyfriend, cute right? His name is Ryan, LOL. So young become horny alr, wth lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3AjYiDjI/AAAAAAAAB9U/G6wBR-gFFK8/s1600-h/DSC08658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3AjYiDjI/AAAAAAAAB9U/G6wBR-gFFK8/s320/DSC08658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709403294862898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! It's Ai Tong Band performing! Quite cute lah they. But the trumpet/cornet players are super strong! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3Aapug_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Vdvx9d-vJ5Y/s1600-h/DSC08659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh3Aapug_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Vdvx9d-vJ5Y/s320/DSC08659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415709400951063538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the brownie that dear gave me, haha. Cute &amp; nice lorh! Hehe, thanks my dear. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4fKGOPiI/AAAAAAAAB-M/UDXcEEKUhdo/s1600-h/JVH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4fKGOPiI/AAAAAAAAB-M/UDXcEEKUhdo/s320/JVH1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711028594753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol siah. My friend say, "Father(Jared) + Mother(Vanessa) = Daughter(Huixian).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4e01lxfI/AAAAAAAAB-E/E_MtU2YfaNA/s1600-h/JVH2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4e01lxfI/AAAAAAAAB-E/E_MtU2YfaNA/s320/JVH2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711022887847410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twist! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4eWFJoRI/AAAAAAAAB98/PYOTpJaqdSw/s1600-h/JVH3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4eWFJoRI/AAAAAAAAB98/PYOTpJaqdSw/s320/JVH3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711014631612690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4eDm_WeI/AAAAAAAAB90/FLCAcwMvGHo/s1600-h/HYuntardcxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4eDm_WeI/AAAAAAAAB90/FLCAcwMvGHo/s320/HYuntardcxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711009673271778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the night where Huiyun's super horny and hyper. Beware of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4dz6lQaI/AAAAAAAAB9s/cIh4LcirIv4/s1600-h/Huiyu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh4dz6lQaI/AAAAAAAAB9s/cIh4LcirIv4/s320/Huiyu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711005460480418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, my beloved little cousin haha. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5OpQ1drI/AAAAAAAAB-k/pvX-CMy2Hr8/s1600-h/Vsotongcz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5OpQ1drI/AAAAAAAAB-k/pvX-CMy2Hr8/s320/Vsotongcz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711844414617266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pooooooolingz. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5OFrJ75I/AAAAAAAAB-c/YQHIXrYMKj0/s1600-h/Jpiggycz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5OFrJ75I/AAAAAAAAB-c/YQHIXrYMKj0/s320/Jpiggycz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711834861334418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear poolz, act pro only. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5NxelGMI/AAAAAAAAB-U/SFU_4RQqjtI/s1600-h/Saltycxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syh5NxelGMI/AAAAAAAAB-U/SFU_4RQqjtI/s320/Saltycxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415711829439879362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huixian pooolz. ;p&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3666212750969320999?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3666212750969320999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3666212750969320999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/dread.html' title='Dread.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Syhxt8eKWcI/AAAAAAAAB88/i416PHH1ubI/s72-c/07HANA01.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6751442882421552864</id><published>2009-12-09T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T10:36:05.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The big number 7! (Its raddd, and louddddd, you know, b00mxz.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Alright, darling is so lazy to post, cz she's a pig, so jared the pr0xz is here to post, k3k3. Anyway met up with darling on monday, she first came to my house, and then ltr in the afternoon we went out to my primary school there, cz i sprained my neck, wanted to go to the chinese sinsei shop there to ask them to twist my neck, but it was closed from 6dec to 20th pls, hais. (I think got darling follow me go thats why the shop close, the sinsei dw see her face, HAHA.) Then after that went to eat lunch, and bus-ed to bedok central polyclinic to see doctor for my sprained neck. I was damn dumb and awkard pls, cz it was the first time that i went to a polyclinic to see doctor, lol. After that registered and then went in to see the doctor(The doctor's room was number 7, omg, so coincidence, cz on monday is me and darling's 5th month, 7/12/09 HAHA). Then we went to the pharmacy to collect my medicine. (To think that we waited for about 45 minutes, cz i thought that they will auto send my medicine require to the pharmacy from the doctor there, but in the end need put the paper into the basket, then waited blankly for 30 minutes until the pro jared found out that the medicine list paper are require to be put into the basket for medicine collection). After that paid money and darling follow me back to my house again. After that went out again and i accompanied darling home back to yew tee point to have our dinner at hong kong cafe, (i love the baked rice pls) and then went to pasar malam buy some food to be brought home, and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we keep see the number 07 pls, its like so coincidence meh? tsk. Bye now, my fingers are numb, all thanks to darling for asking me to help her blog due to her laziness, being a piggy at home, but lazy to blog. No wonder you looks fatter and fatter to me daily ;p Opps BYE before she sees this! LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Extras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHALALAS VANNN [ : LOL!!!!! -coughs!&lt;br /&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/3801506353035817575-6751442882421552864?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6751442882421552864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6751442882421552864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/12/big-number-7-its-raddd-and-louddddd-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7326184380146507331</id><published>2009-11-25T22:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T10:23:31.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Band &amp; Band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR1S5oY7YI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TNTqbAfSvdo/s320/06KHR06.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410078019947130242" /&gt; Aye there rockerxz out there, haha. Yeah, went for band camp in the late morning, even though seniors met at Fajar Mc. around 7am which was pretty too early for me, boohoo. (@_@) And yeah, I carried alot of stuffs there like my instrument and my irritating sleeping bag on my both hand. (-.-) So I called up Huixian to meet me at Bangkit LRT Station to help me carry my things out to school. So I went to the library first and I spotted Carmen &amp; the rest using the computer playing Viwawa; Big 2.5, LOL. Like what the hell seriously, then I went to find Hillary &amp; the rest at 2E1 classroom, realizing it's on the 3rd floor, super tiring. I saw the &lt;b&gt;band&lt;/b&gt; having wet games behind scouts' room, wow they're super wet but &lt;i&gt;I don't find it well-organized seriously.&lt;/i&gt; But it's okay though, at least hopefully they know what's beyond the teamwork of the band, but I guess some girls didn't even join much of the wet games, so I'm like "lol. 8-)" Anyway, went up already and practice "Heal the world" for ROD night with Zubaidah, Hillary, Afiq &amp; Hakim! Haha, there's one part I've to take over the fun part of Trombone's music line right after the chorus, we figured out the notes fast, but I got cracked up abit that I'm not to it by without reading it but memorizing the notes. Afterwards, Zub, Hil &amp; myself went Fajar A* to makan for late lunch, more like high tea break, haha. Then we quickly rushed back to see the band to play Alvamar overture and another Overture, which I don't remember what it is, the band's getting independent! But GSB's always stage frighters, LOL. Like me, gosh. But I overcome when I stepped down LOL. Okay, what the hell. But I got over worried about my section, more like the wind sections, I always knew the brasses are much more stronger now tha before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR34TLWgCI/AAAAAAAAB7k/pAN61rEk250/s320/07DGM04.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410080861483073570" /&gt; Then later, the seniors who're performing for ROD night, practice until dinner came by! LOL. Omg, th seniors get to choose their dinner buffet first, woohoo! LOL. It's so funny when the juniors went "WHAT THE HELL!!!" ROFL. Anyway, then after dinner, we went up to music room then practice til they call for us for ROD night. First thing, receiving awards, woohoo! I got Master Sargent, like...&lt;b&gt;FINALLY?!?!?&lt;/b&gt; Then, after all the juniors receiving awards, Afiq &amp; Jabez went to perform "I Gotta Feeling" &amp; "21 Guns" on the guitar! Then later, the seniors &amp; myself performing "Heal The World", which was super funny that some seniors joined in as vocal, LOL. Then after the performance, we had some briefing talks. Then got Hakim as an example talk, then he blushed HAHA. Then my beloved Farhanah leaving Singapore soon to Australia for 5 years studies, I'm so gonna miss my cookiemonster! *sobs* Had a safe trip there soon alright! Hehe. And finally, went to respective bunks. Then suddenly tell ghost stories, LOL. And which seriously when Hidayah talked about the 2nd level boys' toilet which was just opposite our bunk, I don't dare to bathe already pls, LOL. But still, around 11.30pm went to bathe together with the other girl seniors, not guys ok. (-.-) After that, Sujing really wants to hear more ghost stories about our school, which was freaking real, and it's not made up. But in the end, I went to sleep first around 1plus, and as I heard they still continue telling stories or wandering around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR59sonFOI/AAAAAAAAB7s/i6DpjTDShLc/s320/07G_13-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410083153239282914" /&gt; The next morning, I woke up around 7.10am LOL. realizing I'm the only senior girl still sleeping. (-.-) And then went off to bathe at the first floor girls' toilet. Then went back to the bunk and realizing we're locked outside, lmfao. In the end found the keyholder, then packed my stuffs quickly and had breakfast at the canteen! WOOHOO, LOL. Then after breakfast, I didn't visit the band at the band room, so I went to the library instead and online Facebook. Plus, also playing some thumbs up game with Hillary, Zubaidah, Aini &amp; Syifa. Then Sue (our school librarian) had to eat lunch, which was early! Then the 5 of us at the foyer went playing pepsi-cola, I WON THE GAME LOL. And then I went to find Hidayah &amp; the rest. And it's super confusing when there's 2 Vanessa(s) there. (x.x) And then went back in to the library &amp; I played Monopoly deal with Hidayah, afiq, Hakim, Vanessa &amp; Huixian. And they taught me how to play the game, which was quite catchy but yeah, at least I quite understand afterwards somehow. Then after playing the game, I had to rush to CCK Station &amp; pass my sleeping bag to my dad before I went to Bukit Batok MRT Station then went to KFC at West Mall to wait for the rest. So Hakim &amp; Afiq reached first then had our lunch. In other, Zubaidah &amp; Hillary were late so we waited for them at the Bus Interchange near the bus we're all taking. Took bus down to Bukit View Sec &amp; had practice. I was super moody there when I played, I was shy but when I'm there, I admitted somehow I'm like so anti-social there, so forget it as I concentrate on the scores having my small little ulcer on my left side of my mouth. (-.-) Then after practice, went home with such a crowded MRT train, lol. (Sorry, lazy blog, like...as usual, HAHA.) Alright, here's some pictures shown during ROD night, I guess, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR9YHpgbnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/k3ky6AazECE/s1600/RODcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR9YHpgbnI/AAAAAAAAB8k/k3ky6AazECE/s320/RODcake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086905702280818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ROD night cake! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR9X2yAVKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/32JZfWiiCDk/s1600/RODnight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR9X2yAVKI/AAAAAAAAB8c/32JZfWiiCDk/s320/RODnight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086901174523042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receing awards, ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8mvPqXmI/AAAAAAAAB8U/_QQEtIug1wE/s1600/ZHSA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8mvPqXmI/AAAAAAAAB8U/_QQEtIug1wE/s320/ZHSA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086057337839202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zubaidah, Hillary, Syifa &amp; Aini. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8mfPccLI/AAAAAAAAB8M/BNvtT2X8wlE/s1600/hakimstcomlv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8mfPccLI/AAAAAAAAB8M/BNvtT2X8wlE/s320/hakimstcomlv.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086053041959090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Hakim candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lyzqSMI/AAAAAAAAB8E/5JzJalTr_W8/s1600/saltyvanneydadayah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lyzqSMI/AAAAAAAAB8E/5JzJalTr_W8/s320/saltyvanneydadayah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086041114265794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hx, Myself &amp; Yayahxz. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lnEC_mI/AAAAAAAAB78/gPD1AsFBYJw/s1600/yummycakexz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lnEC_mI/AAAAAAAAB78/gPD1AsFBYJw/s320/yummycakexz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086037961768546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, we're like a mouse with big mouthcxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lJt6xMI/AAAAAAAAB70/Dr0jalf-jf4/s1600/tyjhandmjftg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR8lJt6xMI/AAAAAAAAB70/Dr0jalf-jf4/s320/tyjhandmjftg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410086030084326594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the gifts, my beloved juniors. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What you have to do is to believe in yourself. Don't stop the faith growing in you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7326184380146507331?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7326184380146507331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7326184380146507331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/band-band.html' title='Band &amp; Band.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SxR1S5oY7YI/AAAAAAAAB7c/TNTqbAfSvdo/s72-c/06KHR06.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4011252135439610929</id><published>2009-11-23T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T15:43:58.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with pigz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5qVEJkiMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/_uTIwdpvgPY/s320/5-13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408377112642226370" /&gt; (Updated on November 26) Aye mates out there, haha. I don't remember is the blog post's day before or the current day itself, LOL. Nevermind, sorry if I've updated late because I'm super busy. Yeah, around the noon, I went off from home and met piggy at his house downstairs; bus-stop. Then we went to the opposite bus-stop and took bus down to nearby school and walked to East Coast Park. Yep haha, again he bully me so what the hell. *sadz* Anyway, then we rent a bicycle for 3 hours. So we cycle nearby changi side, then around 5plus we went back to East Coast Park. Afterwards we took bus down to Parkway and then I decided to give a dinner treat! Hehe, piggy already bankrupt so much, so I treat him for whatever I saved, k3k3xz. And so, I ate 3 different type of food, while piggy didn't want me to spend so much money, so he ate garlic rice instead, simple food LOL. Well yeah, after we've eaten, piggy went to the toilet as I trying to find buddy's stuff as christmas present LOL in the Pet Store. So long never seen buddy, argh sad. Then piggy came back, then went out from there and went up to Timezone arcade. Sadly pissed, got kicked out from there as my shorts represent my school's name, shitbag. -.- Then instead, went to piggy's house, LOLLL. Realizing his mom still at home, I'm like "wlao wlao...WLAO!" in my mind. So I just greeted "Hi Aunty!" and she asked me whether I've eaten my dinner, haha. And I'm shy. :$ Used piggy's lappy and on facebook and stuffs. His brother came back and screwing piggy for being a &lt;i&gt;copycat&lt;/i&gt; LOL. As I was going to go out from piggy's house, his mom asked me where I live, haha. And she told me to take a bus which headed to Bukit Panjang. Unfortunately, I didn't stay nearby there. So I told her I took train instead. Piggy accompany me til Eunos MRT Station then went home. Shingz! ;p Anyway, here's the photos shown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uh5nSYwI/AAAAAAAAB68/yC7MujbhME8/s1600/07numbaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uh5nSYwI/AAAAAAAAB68/yC7MujbhME8/s320/07numbaz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408381731198886658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to found out we sitting on number 7's table!&lt;br /&gt;Like HAHA. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uhQLyvDI/AAAAAAAAB60/2_QqHDiWCkE/s1600/Jcxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uhQLyvDI/AAAAAAAAB60/2_QqHDiWCkE/s320/Jcxz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408381720077712434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uhDH3arI/AAAAAAAAB6s/PT8QB9o2LS8/s1600/Sakaecx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5uhDH3arI/AAAAAAAAB6s/PT8QB9o2LS8/s320/Sakaecx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408381716571581106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slurrpies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5ugtKQexI/AAAAAAAAB6k/BDWBPvbA6T0/s1600/Sakaecxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5ugtKQexI/AAAAAAAAB6k/BDWBPvbA6T0/s320/Sakaecxz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408381710676032274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piggy does his selection of food on computer, while I waved for my order. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5ugIMZCYI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9LltWSLc3xs/s1600/Sakaecz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5ugIMZCYI/AAAAAAAAB6c/9LltWSLc3xs/s320/Sakaecz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408381700752869762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zlMW7KEI/AAAAAAAAB7U/r9C0udP18JU/s1600/Sakaez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zlMW7KEI/AAAAAAAAB7U/r9C0udP18JU/s320/Sakaez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387285328275522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zk-Ib2ZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/jtnyMDaIY2k/s1600/Vcxz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zk-Ib2ZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/jtnyMDaIY2k/s320/Vcxz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387281509407122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zkSJh4oI/AAAAAAAAB7E/8cuuySDYyGc/s1600/VnySakaez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5zkSJh4oI/AAAAAAAAB7E/8cuuySDYyGc/s320/VnySakaez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408387269702836866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't noticed. -.-&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quit all those quits.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4011252135439610929?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4011252135439610929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4011252135439610929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/out-with-pigz.html' title='Out with pigz!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sw5qVEJkiMI/AAAAAAAAB6U/_uTIwdpvgPY/s72-c/5-13.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6424437556143345888</id><published>2009-11-21T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T21:29:32.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislike, not hate.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 235px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwflbGi6CuI/AAAAAAAAB6M/_mENvNFdKpQ/s320/akumapreview.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406542131457821410" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye peeps, another blog post eh? Yep, here I am..., I guess I'm back to my emotional self again. It wasn't really worse as before, but am I in a world which I truly recognize? See again, my faith ain't strong as you think. Let's say, I don't use the word hate for now, if you realized I'm nice enough to say "dislike" as I'm so into Facebook, haha! Oh, it's way off topic? Sorry, but I'm not really doing some stupid post right now. It's what I think around me, or what I think of myself, I was stupid. I'm not seeking attention either, it's more like how I feel, or I'm still an ordinary sotong that thinks too negative like before? Now, let me tell you why. I've lost confidence in myself, more like losing my faith. No matter how much I've prayed, it couldn't be answered, I'm not strong. To be truthful, I'm jealous of people around me, even though jealousy kills, I told myself to be strong and move on, but hundreds of people (friends) strikes my heart painfully, I couldn't make it. I dislike myself that I couldn't learn any 2nd languages like chinese or malay, it supposed to be whom of myself? Whenever friends or whoever talked to me that, I felt okay, but when comes to their expectations, I've looked down on myself. I was too late to learn those, people laughed at the way I speak, I felt embarrassed. Another, I dislike it when people stare at me and started to crap things around me. That's why I don't see a "real" friend. I do have some, but not many. I do get sick and tired sometimes, perhaps they're like that too, but why are they much deepen? I'm upset. Wearing a mask makes us pretty/handsome, like what my mom told me like those English people wears mask they look so friggin' handsome, like what my dad wore before. But when they took off, they got unglam tooth and stuffs, you started to get gross with it, I don't get it, people looked down on what they/I are, I just don't understand? I get things straight, I don't care about their ugly mask, but perhaps I do care what people thinks about me, I somehow got offended, that's how now I felt for those people. Or aren't these my lessons to be learnt? Lastly, to be frank, I took a step back into the shadow when the bright light took over me. Like someone's better than me, I went missing in action. I thought I'm no longer needed. But when I think I'm better, I super dislike to show, that's why I pass on my abilities to the people who needs it more than me and hide so that those people don't feel uncomfortable. I surrender my mask, now I need a guide to lead me the path, which is my "heart" (true friend). I can do without it, if I find my way. Now I need to learn, even thought it's alittle late, perhaps. But how...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I quit envying, it kills me too much. I need to learn to heal me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6424437556143345888?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6424437556143345888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6424437556143345888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/dislike-not-hate.html' title='Dislike, not hate.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwflbGi6CuI/AAAAAAAAB6M/_mENvNFdKpQ/s72-c/akumapreview.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2318470855755753178</id><published>2009-11-21T09:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:02:10.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwdIbFDojGI/AAAAAAAAB6E/aigPpjkl6eg/s320/07pandora.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406369507732655202" /&gt; Gosh, this &lt;b&gt;sick-ed&lt;/b&gt; me. People keep giving me tag comments saying "Your blogskin looked so familar...", "Your blogskin colour looks the same." What the hell, I don't rip from people's blog! More like I took basic skin colours from different blogs like livejournal, onsugar basic skins etc. not from blogskins &amp; shits. I got tired of it, now I'm thinking ideas from mixpod colour skins instead. Soon will be updated. Like this, I will change my blogger into other blog then, Blogger got so much problems and I can't withstand it. Now, I'm totally out of ideas. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bad luck comes upon me, everytime, perhaps.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2318470855755753178?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2318470855755753178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2318470855755753178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh.html' title='Gosh.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwdIbFDojGI/AAAAAAAAB6E/aigPpjkl6eg/s72-c/07pandora.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2371817922971211193</id><published>2009-11-19T19:58:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:28:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucky Rainz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwUzLnGH_cI/AAAAAAAAB5U/CpevZhpN5Lo/s320/3-011.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405783202294398402" /&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUCKY RAINY DAY IS HERE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, woke up this morning, sniffing as I'm freezing cold. The weather will stay cold and wetty til end of this year. But I still can't imagine one day in future Singapore will snow! Hopefully it happens, but still I hate Snow stormz. Anyway, I came online facebooking and listen to hyperactive music like my blog music and korean music with rapz that are real catchy, k3k3xz. My dad's kinda broke and so am I, instead of eating outside food, we ate maggie mee instead, how pathetic. But I'm so in love with sesame oil noodles, k3k3xz. After that I went to make shephard's pie for my neighbour, what a big tray they gave us. Oh gosh, then my dad went forcing me to get change early to go Polyclinic @ Commonwealth there to get my dad's medication.&lt;br /&gt;Y3pz, we went out from the house and it's raining cats &amp; dogz. &lt;b&gt;And I'm like wearing white shirt, excuse me! *yawns*&lt;/b&gt; You know, I'm freaking drenched in the rain, even though my dad fails to shelter me, I shelter him much more pr0z k. &lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 16px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwU1qUyGSMI/AAAAAAAAB5c/ES_oFOTINlQ/s320/XD.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405785928977762498" /&gt; After we've reached Jurong East Interchange, seeing the image of the rain cover up the buildings which I can't see any of them, reminds me of the movie 2012. &lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 16px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwU25EQfHOI/AAAAAAAAB5k/AvBvj5W8KsM/s320/glare.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405787281751481570" /&gt; Uh-huh, then wind blows so heavily that I'm like kinda gonna blown away from some asshole pushing me away. And when the train arrives, like super omg, the water splash the whole people including my dad and myself when we're trying to get the front. I'm like super duper drenched in acid rain. &lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 16px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwU31JP66hI/AAAAAAAAB5s/Hbmx-nWrTfI/s320/sob.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405788313883437586" /&gt; And finally reached to Commonwealth and wait for my mom to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwU6_fnxsJI/AAAAAAAAB50/ePNttRTr_q0/s320/03pandora.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405791790222651538" /&gt; After my mom had arrived, we went off Long John Silver and had fries. While eaten finished and I've reached to Polyclinic, actually I didn't know the polyclinic was even at Commonwealth somewhere at the road near MDIS. Reached there around 3.05pm, I still remember, LOL. Then played with the height &amp; weight machine which my mom told me about it, it's so cool, HAHAHAHA. My height is exactly 166cm tallz, 55.3kg. Yeh, I know I got fat arse, that's why I've planned an every Tuesday jog, jangz! It's so shingz there seriously, I've to tolerate when a guy walked passby me calling me other girl's name, I'm like who the hell is that *****? So I pointed out to someone, isn't she's the one? Then he really went there, HAHA. Nah joking, I ain't really bad, I just pointed out saying "Maybe that girl you mention is that one? Since you kept following her track?" Then he went to her, haha. So I've waited for me dad til 5.30plus which was exactly the time where all those peak hours started. Then off for dinnerz, super darn full. And when home with two squeezy trains I've took, LOL. I'm squash and flat manz! And reached home after walking passby the pets kampong, k3k3xz. Super tired now, seeyahz. And my mom's birthday coming soon two days later. &lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 16px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwVCTktdxFI/AAAAAAAAB58/lLMpKBy-6JE/s320/hamu.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405799831767467090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The mask continues to hide every of my emotions.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2371817922971211193?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2371817922971211193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2371817922971211193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucky-rainz.html' title='Sucky Rainz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwUzLnGH_cI/AAAAAAAAB5U/CpevZhpN5Lo/s72-c/3-011.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7068573799197220380</id><published>2009-11-18T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:44:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwPirPlNxjI/AAAAAAAAB5E/djvAjOv7RwQ/s320/2h3yex2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405413210319603250" /&gt; Hello peeps, came by blogging for awhile haha. I'm seriously damn tired nowadays, and yeah I had band this afternoon. Omg yeah, I'm really shy to play at Bukit View Secondary, LOL. :$ And yeap, band concert on 5th december, seriously it's nearby and I got so many songs to play much more than secondry school band, LOL. Omg, real headache yoh! Yes, I'm the only saxophonist player there, I'm so sad that Huimei never come due to her coming exams(?) Boohoo! But it's okay, I've to overcome my fear like when I was secondary 1 without a senior teaching, lol. k3k3xz. Honestly, it's a very great different feeling/teaching from each conductors. Yeah, I'm not used to it but I can do it as I believe so haha! New batch, (oh). While playing the music, I was so blur and I can't even see the music scores properly because it printed like...no ink, LOL. But it's okay, I drew it after I went home. And after some kind of 10 minutes break, HAHA, turns out myself, Hakim, Afiq, Kelvin &amp; Angeline went to buy drinks outside. We're so slack! HAHA, what the hell! But after all I supposed to pay for my drink, and ended up Angeline forgotten the price. :/ Saturday I will owe back, I hate to owe people back, LOL. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwPqvgHsNpI/AAAAAAAAB5M/S87obak50kY/s320/3-007.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405422079571670674" /&gt; After band, went back home with Hakim &amp; Afiq, haha. Again Hakim made stupid crank jokes, which seriously can't tolerate LOL. And just nice took a train at the time when my dad fetching me mom from the MRT station, so I gave a call to my dad to let him know that I'm reaching to the station I'm alighting. Uh-humz, then my parents &amp; myself went home have a great dinner! Chicken in claypot! Delicious, haha! And here I am now blogging, super lazy to blog. After all I knew my blog's super awesome &lt;b&gt;dead.&lt;/b&gt; Alright guys, seeya! Will soon blog about family chalet! h3h3. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You've placed a chill in my heart, babycxz.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7068573799197220380?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7068573799197220380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7068573799197220380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/change.html' title='Change.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwPirPlNxjI/AAAAAAAAB5E/djvAjOv7RwQ/s72-c/2h3yex2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7916602096031449907</id><published>2009-11-18T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:17:22.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 96px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwNnC81_FHI/AAAAAAAAB48/w12SAaLG9oU/s320/Picture+259.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405277278164685938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Okay Hi Snubz. 8D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted my blogskin, got it from livejournal skinz, super nice the colour. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll not be posting often, facebook will do the talkings. :)&lt;br /&gt;Because I had alot of things to do like band &amp; stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, Christmas coming! I wanna rock the month of Christmas Advents! :D&lt;br /&gt;And Omg, Starstrukk strucks me. (whistle, whistle)&lt;br /&gt;Seeya, b00mz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7916602096031449907?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7916602096031449907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7916602096031449907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit.html' title='Shit.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SwNnC81_FHI/AAAAAAAAB48/w12SAaLG9oU/s72-c/Picture+259.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4897226982135799764</id><published>2009-11-07T11:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:50:22.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th monthxz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAPPY 4TH MONTHSARY DEARCXZ!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babyz, cheer up okayz, don't emo. No matter what, I've to balance everything, yet I'm still waiting for you to complete the finish line of your major exams, and there you got my everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's the matter of both different world between us.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerupzx k, I love you dearly! :D&lt;br /&gt;Want hughug or not? If not I hug elephant, k3k3. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I seriously suffering many aches on my body, dead man! ):&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to complete my anime drawing without my right hand, it's shivering!&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice to use mostly my left fingers to type more hard work than my right fingers.&lt;br /&gt;After I've applied the oil on my right fingers, and then I ate cookies with the smell of the oil of my right fingers without remembering about it, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay ciao, rottts. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Screw bowling, I hate it when I did that style. Flamingo stylez, ew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4897226982135799764?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4897226982135799764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4897226982135799764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/4th-monthxz.html' title='4th monthxz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3334116474999256546</id><published>2009-11-06T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:57:27.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webcammy with dearestxz.</title><content type='html'>Hi, HAHA, back again.&lt;br /&gt;Posting a clear picture of webcammy session with dearest.&lt;br /&gt;Since facebook not so clear, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, enjoycxz! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhhvzcmI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nqUiKC8Mp20/s1600-h/piggysotong4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhhvzcmI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nqUiKC8Mp20/s320/piggysotong4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400896249630257762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG?! Hahaa, shocked face. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhQ8vAsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/IMq_ycZfb8g/s1600-h/piggysotong3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhQ8vAsI/AAAAAAAAB4o/IMq_ycZfb8g/s320/piggysotong3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400896245121090242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH BALLOOOOOOOOONZ! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhPvrgEI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ae5hskxsdbM/s1600-h/piggysotong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhPvrgEI/AAAAAAAAB4g/ae5hskxsdbM/s320/piggysotong2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400896244797898818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a staring competition. Or perhaps, NOT HAPPY UH?! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWg3EJASI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qTvU3ob7OOc/s1600-h/piggysotong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWg3EJASI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/qTvU3ob7OOc/s320/piggysotong1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400896238172832034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWIST! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3334116474999256546?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3334116474999256546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3334116474999256546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/webcammy-with-dearestxz.html' title='Webcammy with dearestxz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SvPWhhvzcmI/AAAAAAAAB4w/nqUiKC8Mp20/s72-c/piggysotong4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4320730373056666536</id><published>2009-11-06T08:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:51:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from chalet.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps, I'm too tired to post.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from chalet yesterday, haha!&lt;br /&gt;Long story and I don't wish to post about the chalet, but after the chalet. :)&lt;br /&gt;After chalet in the morning, I went to dearest's house. :D&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I went to check in facebook, it's sooooo &lt;b&gt;dead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, my poor facebook. ):&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you want to know how or what we've done in chalet, my facebook will do the talkings. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaa, again I've no appetite, poor one, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then I skip my breakfast halfway, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh, -yawns. Seriously very exhausted on that day, as I slept at dearest's house.&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds, I already sleep, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;After dearest's house, we went to take a bus to MRT Station to Yewtee to pass my camping bag to my dad. :S&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thanks daddy for helping me carry my bag, was late, argh. *guilts*&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, then we headed to Bukit Gombak and walk to CDANS to meet Sebestian, Hillary &amp; Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, then I went to bowling center, damn sway. :( All bully me, especially dearest himself. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, too bad, what to do, GET BULLIED LORH. I so poor thing. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, we went to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;Very sway leh, kena kick out from arcade. My jersey was just CHURCH JERSEY?! D:&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, then we all split and just left me and dearest alone. ;p&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, we went to couple lab to buy $68 ring, LOLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;I was in fact started to get a major headache after nearly entering the chalet room that smell GLUE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yay, collecting the ring around 10th nov, too bad that dearest have exams on that day LOLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went Food Junction to eat, suddenly my mom called me and moodswing (scolding) at me. :I&lt;br /&gt;I think her day's coming, so I took my dinner alitte fast, haha.&lt;br /&gt;But I ate abit slow due to my throat was so dry. D:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, after that we went home by different service-side trains. :D&lt;br /&gt;And later webcam with dearest, LOL, glad he admitted he act cute over the webcam LOL.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, okay &lt;b&gt;bye!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4320730373056666536?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4320730373056666536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4320730373056666536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-from-chalet.html' title='Back from chalet.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-907744395885000750</id><published>2009-10-27T18:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:04:33.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b0redz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SubN9aybhWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1V-H0UGkTKw/s320/Patrick_Star_by_Feehily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397227658496673122" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Hello To Readers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today didn't went to Shatec, was having high fever ever since Spectrum, seriously a high fever and a bad flu. But now i'm &lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Dearcxz&lt;/b&gt; having his O Level Maths today, &lt;b&gt;surely he sms me that he got alot of careless mistakes.&lt;/b&gt; HAHA! Okay, I'm not that mean luh, just a maybe only as I thought (:S). Went to see a doctor around 10plus in the morning, and it was so long queue, waited there til 11plus, what the hell. (-.-) And also the lady doctor too violent, LOL. She used the ice-cream stick and push my tongue down &amp; she put the stethoscope at my chest front and the back like she want to kill me, gosh. (@_@) Headed home afterwards and watch teevee(TV) and so many memorial old cartoons shown in Okto, LOL. Especially other channels which are super old lah, it's like you can compare the actors/actresses from young til now, ouch. (YAWNS!) And ate lunch which was Seaweed Udon, LOL. And surprisingly my nose doesn't block afterwards, k3k3xz. Took medicine &amp; went to sleep. Halfway my sleep, the electric city shut down due to the people changing the power supply or something. And I continue sleeping til 4plus and &lt;b&gt;facebooking!&lt;/b&gt; Yep, and also updated my blog links/song. (^^v) Dinner's almost ready! Better get ready to eat my dinner! H3h3z, don't get hungry peeps outta there! Plus, my fever &amp; flu have gone down! &lt;i&gt;Slowly...&lt;/i&gt; Super Happy! ;p HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeyacxz! C:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Two is better than one, isn't it?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-907744395885000750?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/907744395885000750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/907744395885000750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/b0redz.html' title='b0redz!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SubN9aybhWI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/1V-H0UGkTKw/s72-c/Patrick_Star_by_Feehily.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-294042774371789391</id><published>2009-10-26T21:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T18:59:36.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shatec!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWf84S6-wI/AAAAAAAAB2I/jQYcWukhWIg/s320/2544877844_7c8b790f12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396895596726123266" /&gt; Hello Readers! &lt;b&gt;HAHA.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep Spectrum 4's Over, Was pretty awesome, no joke haha.&lt;br /&gt;People thinks it &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;, but they don't know how much it rocks on stage with performing arts peers around, but it's very rushy and the hall do &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;, NO REFLECTION BOARD TO MAKE THE SOUNDING IN THE HALL NICER, so sadxz. ):&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, totally &lt;u&gt;off topic&lt;/u&gt;, let me post about today.&lt;br /&gt;Well today, it's Promotion Day for Sec 1 to 3. But on the otherside, Sec 4NT having their elective module (that's me too!).&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we've to report around like normal school time, but we report later in fact, as Mr Goh told us the bus arrives around the estimated time of 8.15am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh haha, many people ask me "Where's Hillary?" (see hillary, your peeps missed you, LOL.) I'm like "Uh, Not Coming And &lt;i&gt;blah...&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Hm oh, then everyone gathered outside foyer near our excursion bus and off we went as the teacher slowly sipped his... &lt;i&gt;coffee.&lt;/i&gt; *yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, I had the one &amp; only &lt;i&gt;uhh...&lt;/i&gt; partner to sit with me, Hakim! HAHA, ahpekz! LOL. ;p&lt;br /&gt;And bus tripped off to Shatec, I was &lt;i&gt;(not)&lt;/i&gt; really surprised when I happened to found out that Shactec is actually at Bukit Batok area, lol, I thought Clementi. *coughs*&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, I went "Oh-mhh-gee, the institute looks cool!" *cuts scene* Well, perhaps uh maybe (teehee!).&lt;br /&gt;As we went up the stairs as one, we walked passby rooms that are "OH-MHH-GEEZ", they look real awesome. o;&lt;br /&gt;The classrooms are gorgeous, like stairs in New York type of kind and the training room are look like high class restaurant &amp; etc.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's amazing, perhaps equally as ITE as I want to join. o_o"&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some "class" or let's just say...talks about Hospitally, or theory? @.@?&lt;br /&gt;Had a long "fun" theory, talk or somethingz, then had break.&lt;br /&gt;We had Lemon Tea for drinks &amp; "don't-know-what-is-it-called" cake for snack. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having our break, we had some talks again then a listening game hosted.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, so funny lah, but I'm quite blur @ the moment 'cause I'm having a slight headache plus a flu. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a note from someone that &lt;B&gt;TOMORROW'S PASTRY &amp; BAKING!&lt;/b&gt; WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;And we headed back to school by a bus which seriously freaking warm inside. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Finally reached school, then followed Hakim to pay his school fees.&lt;br /&gt;Then LOL, saw Daryl &amp; he need my thermometer for emergency, due to his O levels, uh. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And off we went to Lot 1 to makan @ Long John Silver, and I'm sick (I'm so bad).&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to meet Ellyne to follow her to buy her brother's birthday present, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Walking around the shopping center, Ellyne was yet so undecided.&lt;br /&gt;Hakim's such a joker, only know how to entertain LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;Uh, and finally we went to Bossini and she decided to buy a shirt for her bro, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then went around the shopping center, and we went home in our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took bus home, I felt so drowsy. ):&lt;br /&gt;I reached home, took medicine and so, then took a nap til Hakim arrives at my house lol.&lt;br /&gt;And we watched some videos that are lame LOL, then he went home.&lt;br /&gt;Has dinner, need to eat it while it's hot, or else my cold won't get any better. ):&lt;br /&gt;Btw..., &lt;b&gt;Thanks to all who wish me to get well over my cold. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay pictures are up! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgtkkjMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Rp8II0igjWM/s1600-h/vandelized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgtkkjMI/AAAAAAAAB4A/Rp8II0igjWM/s320/vandelized.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910505973812418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random photography, lolz. (Before Shatec, was slacking at the umbrella study corner therez.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2gs09II/AAAAAAAAB3Y/ZmTBqlQDho0/s1600-h/shatecxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2gs09II/AAAAAAAAB3Y/ZmTBqlQDho0/s320/shatecxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909780964275330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shatec! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2lDxubI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/iProppmQEYo/s1600-h/randomtakenpiconpath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2lDxubI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/iProppmQEYo/s320/randomtakenpiconpath.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909782134274482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Random shotz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2Id2GcI/AAAAAAAAB3I/wEdYTK3jGt4/s1600-h/mysketchlol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs2Id2GcI/AAAAAAAAB3I/wEdYTK3jGt4/s320/mysketchlol.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909774458984898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, this is the sketch that Miss Tan asked us to do see if we know how to listen and picture it in our mind as what customers need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs17LXDkI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZtEicnSSBZk/s1600-h/myfilez.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs17LXDkI/AAAAAAAAB3A/ZtEicnSSBZk/s320/myfilez.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909770891791938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My filez, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs1vWKs2I/AAAAAAAAB24/ESeoqvig8jQ/s1600-h/magicclawz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWs1vWKs2I/AAAAAAAAB24/ESeoqvig8jQ/s320/magicclawz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396909767715894114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOO, what's that? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgQ85n3I/AAAAAAAAB34/y_pmFA9ytas/s1600-h/thisishowiface.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgQ85n3I/AAAAAAAAB34/y_pmFA9ytas/s320/thisishowiface.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910498291228530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I face when I sit, LOL. -randomcxz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgOeosTI/AAAAAAAAB3w/iHs2XS_ZEFk/s1600-h/yawnstheory.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtgOeosTI/AAAAAAAAB3w/iHs2XS_ZEFk/s320/yawnstheory.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910497627418930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theory from file, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtf3nW-bI/AAAAAAAAB3o/b9jwyCMzzyQ/s1600-h/thedarknessthelight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtf3nW-bI/AAAAAAAAB3o/b9jwyCMzzyQ/s320/thedarknessthelight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910491489991090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, hakim step emo HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtfviIxrI/AAAAAAAAB3g/-yEKA62Z87A/s1600-h/teachinqz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWtfviIxrI/AAAAAAAAB3g/-yEKA62Z87A/s320/teachinqz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396910489320605362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Miss Tan teaching ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWuIzHapUI/AAAAAAAAB4I/mwPQa136hS4/s1600-h/thesmileofjoy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWuIzHapUI/AAAAAAAAB4I/mwPQa136hS4/s320/thesmileofjoy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396911194656908610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act happy kid only HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF THE POST. D;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-294042774371789391?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/294042774371789391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/294042774371789391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/shatec.html' title='Shatec!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SuWf84S6-wI/AAAAAAAAB2I/jQYcWukhWIg/s72-c/2544877844_7c8b790f12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6217583219504901639</id><published>2009-10-17T14:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:32:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Life.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day over, yeah, it happen nong ago.&lt;br /&gt;Now it's some reality I've to face at after that day.&lt;br /&gt;People start to change, and I witness it.&lt;br /&gt;I kept within the quiet air without letting anyone knows they're making you way "off".&lt;br /&gt;I've to blame myself everytime to make everyone elses think they're not in the wrong, and as I suffered.&lt;br /&gt;The past I couldn't forget, it gaves me sorrow, not really but a dreadful pain.&lt;br /&gt;Every single tear I cry, I couldn't get any further confident in my faith.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see this mirror, I see no Me.&lt;br /&gt;All I could see this ugliest girl who was supposedly not to be her current self but her past with bloods and guns over her hands in her pain of her pair of destination eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Why would she/I suffered in such tolerance of irritatingness among all the "kiddo" who she really think that she sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Am I really down-to-earth now or am I seeing the future in disaster, perhaps both or none of 'emall.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there SUCH things that every story repeats itself again and I have to tear in my heart with dirty blood?&lt;br /&gt;I do have a life, but why in my eyes, why do I have to see people whom I think they don't have one? I'd love to erase this permanent ink away.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to over fear everything? Can't I be that care bear who state as bravery?&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my misery back, I don't want anything.&lt;br /&gt;As I pray for more faith in me, but why do I feel it that it's gone?&lt;br /&gt;I close my pair of eyes, seeing the Light of Jesus walking with me.&lt;br /&gt;When I see, I felt much happier, but seconds, it dissappeared, or perhaps that is I wanted to see it soon?&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be talking nonsense, but nobody understand, still you just don't need to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to accept this reality, I just need my faith to grow strong as before.&lt;br /&gt;But how'd I see? I can't wish, but I pray.&lt;br /&gt;But People, do you have to repeat this awkwardness of pain to your friends again?&lt;br /&gt;If I were you, I would try my best not to, because I don't want to add in anymore shits to them.&lt;br /&gt;And this, I'm refering to myself &amp; you (anyone)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But when can I see those "light" from people's back? Earth is like getting into darkness, and we must pray hard for the light of earth!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6217583219504901639?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6217583219504901639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6217583219504901639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopeless-life.html' title='Hopeless Life.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3176074555000350324</id><published>2009-10-09T20:40:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:40:45.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION DAY! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yujzUdOI/AAAAAAAABz4/HigasoC7LlE/s1600-h/carebearcxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yujzUdOI/AAAAAAAABz4/HigasoC7LlE/s320/carebearcxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395227391567361250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;GRADUATION DAY IS FINALLY HERE!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, in the morning went to school with Yiluan &amp; Xinmei early to take 2 boards from Syifa.&lt;br /&gt;And then we waited for Sebestian @ Bangkit Bus Stop, But after all I didn't really wait as I went to school first as Hakim, Hillary &amp; Fay passed by us, and I walked to school with them. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Then reached school for flag raising and it's really my last day in classroom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really very sad, and after flag raising, woah, suddenly everyone congratulate us on our graduation day, so awkward man, not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;If I had known, maybe I should have retain myself back to sec 2NA, lol. :/&lt;br /&gt;Well off topic, then afterwards we headed back to class.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Soon gave us CAREBEARS! Each one of us, no wonder during CPA lessons she asked for our nick and colours.&lt;br /&gt;And there we have "OUR" colours on the Carebear! Hehe, thanks Mrs Soon! Tons of (L).&lt;br /&gt;Then people in class were excited in a way, started taking pictures, whatever shits, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that, the whole sec 4 batch except sec 4NA because the school dk them whether they graduting or continue to sec 5, er yeah - we went to ISH for floorball game match! I mean those selected ones (more like they signed up for it)&lt;br /&gt;Yep, teachers plus parents' group vs graduating students! &lt;br /&gt;Sadly in the end, the graduating student lost, HAHAHAHA. But, very cute luh - the way all the teams play, HAHA so funny.&lt;br /&gt;Also anyway, during the match, I was busy taking photos of Carebears will some dumb poses, LOL, not really actually.&lt;br /&gt;Then Nadzirah's dyed-brown hair turned out to be visible, so I used the Gatsby hairspray and spray her hair, happened just then - I realised her shirt turns out black spots! HAHAHA. Not my fault, really. It's someone who spray her hair at first outside school before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;And so, later the whole batch went to Arts Hub to get prepared for Graduation Day, by wearing our school tie (looking dumb again. -.-) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And OMG pl0x, while we all reached Arts hub, we saw Goodie bags &amp; we went "Omg Class Photos..., WOW, Cool shit - GRADUATION DAY CD" *cut scene* Uh, nothing much also - but one more thing included..., lightstick (perhaps halloween's coming, let's shine for the haunted ghost.) Well just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, after that there's some Graduation videos shown, Omg my face exposed more than any other students, screw my cleopathra (looked-like) HAIR! -.- Wait, *recalls* Who the hell took that picture? I don't remember, GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;MDM SHARIFAH ISSIT? LOLLLLLLL. Uh nevermind, I miss my dumb looks though, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Wow, seeing those videos from sec 1 to sec 4, so many changes and "sufferings" in our daily lives of being a secondary school student, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;But srsly, one comment to say - "ALL OF US SO CUTE, BUT I LOOK SO DUMB, UH-HARHHAR."&lt;br /&gt;(Isn't it common from ourselves that we don't like to say selves cute but other people's cuteness of unglamorous?) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then the ceremony had many speeches like from Principle, Ms Quek &amp; Some Ex-Student from Dunearn Technical (which Greenridge supposedly to be Dunearn Technical SS) Yeh, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Later, there's some award ceremony going on (becomes of prelims), seeing other class the cheer not so loud, but to be proud, 4T1 &amp; 4T2 best okay! *class stream-praise* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;We keep more memories than any other classes because we're the ones more in the change, no offence HAHA! And we got lots of memories for the teachers because we had "fun" with 'em, h3h3z.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah off topic, then we sang our Graduation Songs tgt in the dark, lightsticks up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, tears started flowing down from people's cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Even though some people who are like thos etroublemakers in school or something, they also did cry. Yeh, you just imagine one day, your life starts to feel different then see one by one go (in a seperate way).&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, it's very sad to see your familar schoolmates' faces go, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after graduation ceremony, now it's CLASS ceremony! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yep, me and Xinmei had to rush down to Fajar and buy cake &amp; sorts. D:&lt;br /&gt;Very tiring, no energy HAHAHAHAHA! (wtf).&lt;br /&gt;And yep, we had our ceremony at the canteen, and everyone started to change fast into Class T-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Some went off first due to some important appointment &amp; Friday (you know muslim boys, lol).&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then after cutting cake and stuffs, realising I left out my important teacher to take photo with, Mr Lim! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And after the ceremony, I went to follow Xinmei to rebond her hair and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Bluhbluh, dye Wenjie's hair. (lazy talk)&lt;br /&gt;Then at night from Sebestian's house, went home with Xinmei &amp; Yiluan, lol!&lt;br /&gt;And way tired, I went to take a long bath! LOL. I like to bathe in hot water, k3k3.&lt;br /&gt;Alright pictures here! &lt;br /&gt;Btw sorry for the pictures very unglam, because I was in the rush to buy cake LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;CLASSMATES!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Not all because some left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qgR3u-eI/AAAAAAAABtw/xxNd0O4O2e8/s1600-h/eddyvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qgR3u-eI/AAAAAAAABtw/xxNd0O4O2e8/s320/eddyvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218350142847458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDDY PANDA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qgD-8oeI/AAAAAAAABto/PQqWqCpjK18/s1600-h/danielvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qgD-8oeI/AAAAAAAABto/PQqWqCpjK18/s320/danielvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218346415006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL LIM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qf9ouhyI/AAAAAAAABtg/GvR5HEGX6Vo/s1600-h/bryanvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qf9ouhyI/AAAAAAAABtg/GvR5HEGX6Vo/s320/bryanvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218344711194402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qfoShA9I/AAAAAAAABtY/ytcxHTuaAoc/s1600-h/asyrafvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qfoShA9I/AAAAAAAABtY/ytcxHTuaAoc/s320/asyrafvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218338980889554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASYRAF. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qfZEl-bI/AAAAAAAABtQ/IrFDqOBrpRo/s1600-h/asidahvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-qfZEl-bI/AAAAAAAABtQ/IrFDqOBrpRo/s320/asidahvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218334895962546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASIDAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rE3syuBI/AAAAAAAABuY/8R2jpy4dQVU/s1600-h/ismailvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rE3syuBI/AAAAAAAABuY/8R2jpy4dQVU/s320/ismailvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218978772793362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISMAIL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rErJo0OI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ooc42Q0o8_s/s1600-h/hakimvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rErJo0OI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ooc42Q0o8_s/s320/hakimvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218975404118242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAKIM BFF! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rEe0DpgI/AAAAAAAABuI/W-JevMtGcJs/s1600-h/hafizvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rEe0DpgI/AAAAAAAABuI/W-JevMtGcJs/s320/hafizvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218972092376578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAFIZ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rEDVxqVI/AAAAAAAABuA/d0eLwpNWc8Y/s1600-h/hafizahvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rEDVxqVI/AAAAAAAABuA/d0eLwpNWc8Y/s320/hafizahvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218964717611346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAFIZAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rD0VgZOI/AAAAAAAABt4/KfxZFKgjoBE/s1600-h/fahmievanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-rD0VgZOI/AAAAAAAABt4/KfxZFKgjoBE/s320/fahmievanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395218960689947874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAHMI. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r7GH8rWI/AAAAAAAABvA/rf_ugk5FZa8/s1600-h/sebestianvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r7GH8rWI/AAAAAAAABvA/rf_ugk5FZa8/s320/sebestianvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219910357724514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEBESTIAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r64O4_7I/AAAAAAAABu4/8gIwkRJeej4/s1600-h/samuelvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r64O4_7I/AAAAAAAABu4/8gIwkRJeej4/s320/samuelvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219906628747186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMUEL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r6hMRfBI/AAAAAAAABuw/HRSMckCtZ1Q/s1600-h/rahimvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r6hMRfBI/AAAAAAAABuw/HRSMckCtZ1Q/s320/rahimvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219900443753490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHIM! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r6eY_CEI/AAAAAAAABuo/L5mFM_Zgvas/s1600-h/nadzirahvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r6eY_CEI/AAAAAAAABuo/L5mFM_Zgvas/s320/nadzirahvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219899691763778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADZIRAH BUDDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r51dBt0I/AAAAAAAABug/6XCQL97yROk/s1600-h/marliavanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-r51dBt0I/AAAAAAAABug/6XCQL97yROk/s320/marliavanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395219888702863170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARLIA, WE TWO TALLEST GIRLS IN CLASS! HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-szcJ6ioI/AAAAAAAABvo/RFwoE3bvDeU/s1600-h/wenjievanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-szcJ6ioI/AAAAAAAABvo/RFwoE3bvDeU/s320/wenjievanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220878344227458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENJIE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-szB77xDI/AAAAAAAABvg/d6hnYQGE42k/s1600-h/vanessazulfaiz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-szB77xDI/AAAAAAAABvg/d6hnYQGE42k/s320/vanessazulfaiz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220871306265650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZULFAIZ. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-sy9KhzTI/AAAAAAAABvY/LHPNxO6X9J8/s1600-h/TLS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-sy9KhzTI/AAAAAAAABvY/LHPNxO6X9J8/s320/TLS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220870025301298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY &amp; AMANDA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-symAJ8rI/AAAAAAAABvQ/V1u9qdF09YM/s1600-h/taufiqvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-symAJ8rI/AAAAAAAABvQ/V1u9qdF09YM/s320/taufiqvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220863807779506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAUFIQ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-syQFDM0I/AAAAAAAABvI/FHmzJi1v3Sg/s1600-h/syukrivanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-syQFDM0I/AAAAAAAABvI/FHmzJi1v3Sg/s320/syukrivanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395220857922728770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYUKRI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdrfyoiI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RePjxGV8UPo/s1600-h/vanessaqiqiang.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdrfyoiI/AAAAAAAABwQ/RePjxGV8UPo/s320/vanessaqiqiang.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395221604017021474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QIQIANG! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdSIEmMI/AAAAAAAABwI/M8po487jjpc/s1600-h/xinmeivanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdSIEmMI/AAAAAAAABwI/M8po487jjpc/s320/xinmeivanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395221597206649026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XINMEI! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdMAj-uI/AAAAAAAABwA/qpY6d3TDHZg/s1600-h/yiluanvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tdMAj-uI/AAAAAAAABwA/qpY6d3TDHZg/s320/yiluanvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395221595564538594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YILUAN. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tc221DAI/AAAAAAAABv4/lBz015BNWxc/s1600-h/yongshengvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tc221DAI/AAAAAAAABv4/lBz015BNWxc/s320/yongshengvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395221589886569474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YONGSHENG. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tc8m3kgI/AAAAAAAABvw/dJqqWwIl8KQ/s1600-h/zulhilmivanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-tc8m3kgI/AAAAAAAABvw/dJqqWwIl8KQ/s320/zulhilmivanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395221591430238722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZULHILMI. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Class Teachers!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Not all, 'cause I can't find the other.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAyOqCzI/AAAAAAAABw4/ist6S9H0B0E/s1600-h/vanessamrsohchenghwa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAyOqCzI/AAAAAAAABw4/ist6S9H0B0E/s320/vanessamrsohchenghwa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395222207119625010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR SOH CHENG HWA! (EBS Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAk_BBII/AAAAAAAABww/0owmKaWc9e8/s1600-h/mstohjirongvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAk_BBII/AAAAAAAABww/0owmKaWc9e8/s320/mstohjirongvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395222203564360834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS TOH JI RONG! (English Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uATfwGZI/AAAAAAAABwo/DUjWyUty8RM/s1600-h/mrlimvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uATfwGZI/AAAAAAAABwo/DUjWyUty8RM/s320/mrlimvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395222198869825938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LIM BENG TIAM! (Science Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAAiH1rI/AAAAAAAABwg/VbxzAbzO-Ak/s1600-h/mrssoonvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-uAAiH1rI/AAAAAAAABwg/VbxzAbzO-Ak/s320/mrssoonvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395222193779496626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS SOON! (Form Teacher/CPA Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-t_xBjmfI/AAAAAAAABwY/J_iYQ5__oVA/s1600-h/mrlimshihaovanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-t_xBjmfI/AAAAAAAABwY/J_iYQ5__oVA/s320/mrlimshihaovanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395222189616372210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LIM SHI HAO! (CPA Teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;RANDOM SCHOOLMATES!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vQUTepcI/AAAAAAAABxg/sV8Zhkg6OSM/s1600-h/shakeelavanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vQUTepcI/AAAAAAAABxg/sV8Zhkg6OSM/s320/shakeelavanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395223573476320706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAKEELA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vQENh39I/AAAAAAAABxY/6yza_VVxvMg/s1600-h/minyanvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vQENh39I/AAAAAAAABxY/6yza_VVxvMg/s320/minyanvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395223569156399058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINYAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vP-iv2TI/AAAAAAAABxQ/cgu0mzJug_k/s1600-h/khadijahvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vP-iv2TI/AAAAAAAABxQ/cgu0mzJug_k/s320/khadijahvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395223567634782514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KHADIJAH. :)&lt;br /&gt;(my very first friend/ex-classmate in secondary school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vPj8b0eI/AAAAAAAABxI/iqNFxXBHyEs/s1600-h/huihuivanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vPj8b0eI/AAAAAAAABxI/iqNFxXBHyEs/s320/huihuivanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395223560494764514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUIHUI! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my band tuba senior).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vPZx5yHI/AAAAAAAABxA/PDQIasYd3SA/s1600-h/farahvanessa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-vPZx5yHI/AAAAAAAABxA/PDQIasYd3SA/s320/farahvanessa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395223557766236274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my habbo friend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wO7EdkOI/AAAAAAAAByI/McEHH4ztrqo/s1600-h/vanessahidayah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wO7EdkOI/AAAAAAAAByI/McEHH4ztrqo/s320/vanessahidayah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224649034207458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIDAYAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my alto saxophone best buddy and sanity groupy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wOnIatnI/AAAAAAAAByA/dMdCt8eTMxw/s1600-h/vanessafayyadhah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wOnIatnI/AAAAAAAAByA/dMdCt8eTMxw/s320/vanessafayyadhah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224643682088562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAYYADHAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my crazy "laughing" partner &amp; going-to-school buddy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wOd1jOyI/AAAAAAAABx4/X7pkBIjK9X8/s1600-h/vanessacarmen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wOd1jOyI/AAAAAAAABx4/X7pkBIjK9X8/s320/vanessacarmen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224641187035938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARMEN CHEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my most favourite horny partner, LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wN05JZfI/AAAAAAAABxw/V6TdTuycOY8/s1600-h/Vanessaaini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wN05JZfI/AAAAAAAABxw/V6TdTuycOY8/s320/Vanessaaini.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224630196266482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINI! :D&lt;br /&gt;(bandmate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wNik3rKI/AAAAAAAABxo/-XdxmDECgsg/s1600-h/vanessaafiq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-wNik3rKI/AAAAAAAABxo/-XdxmDECgsg/s320/vanessaafiq.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395224625279380642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFIQ! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my band flute senior/FROGGGGGY FTW!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4xIr9EI/AAAAAAAAByg/S-DWichW3dw/s1600-h/vanessazubaidah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4xIr9EI/AAAAAAAAByg/S-DWichW3dw/s320/vanessazubaidah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395225367922078786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZUBAIDAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(the one who went in to main band during sec 1 first, hehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4gAmK2I/AAAAAAAAByY/wUWq4-aCpQc/s1600-h/vanessazakiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4gAmK2I/AAAAAAAAByY/wUWq4-aCpQc/s320/vanessazakiah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395225363324742498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAKIAH! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my best bariton saxophone friend/my assistant leader for the saxy section!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4cbH5TI/AAAAAAAAByQ/WtNUtxGmORo/s1600-h/vanessarosalind.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-w4cbH5TI/AAAAAAAAByQ/WtNUtxGmORo/s320/vanessarosalind.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395225362362262834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSALIND! :D&lt;br /&gt;(my bestest euphonium/horny/hyper senior!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;FLOORBALL MATCH&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (which includes carebears LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xz7vF2sI/AAAAAAAABzI/qtOAA3ZEBbs/s1600-h/floorball5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xz7vF2sI/AAAAAAAABzI/qtOAA3ZEBbs/s320/floorball5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226384379796162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xzYLEyMI/AAAAAAAABzA/sfxi2DujBxY/s1600-h/floorball4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xzYLEyMI/AAAAAAAABzA/sfxi2DujBxY/s320/floorball4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226374833490114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xzGFiQGI/AAAAAAAABy4/HmgPSzOMLW0/s1600-h/floorball3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xzGFiQGI/AAAAAAAABy4/HmgPSzOMLW0/s320/floorball3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226369978417250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xy4RXtmI/AAAAAAAAByw/0i5CwVI_bmQ/s1600-h/floorball2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xy4RXtmI/AAAAAAAAByw/0i5CwVI_bmQ/s320/floorball2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226366269961826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xyV_g1ZI/AAAAAAAAByo/lI8GV5d-OQQ/s1600-h/floorball1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-xyV_g1ZI/AAAAAAAAByo/lI8GV5d-OQQ/s320/floorball1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226357068256658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUhVrocI/AAAAAAAABzo/S6-CD9WFnz8/s1600-h/orangebluebearfk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUhVrocI/AAAAAAAABzo/S6-CD9WFnz8/s320/orangebluebearfk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226944229581250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUZ4xj8I/AAAAAAAABzg/8MnNhOPSWBo/s1600-h/funernalofhillarycarebear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUZ4xj8I/AAAAAAAABzg/8MnNhOPSWBo/s320/funernalofhillarycarebear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226942229286850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUE0mCBI/AAAAAAAABzY/k7c6jBtf3W8/s1600-h/CAREBEARGANG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yUE0mCBI/AAAAAAAABzY/k7c6jBtf3W8/s320/CAREBEARGANG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226936574609426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWER^6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yTtpL4BI/AAAAAAAABzQ/WYz2Gv-kda4/s1600-h/carebeangs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yTtpL4BI/AAAAAAAABzQ/WYz2Gv-kda4/s320/carebeangs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395226930352742418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;GRADUATION CEREMONY!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zWLVrpuI/AAAAAAAAB0g/V1s2PIHm_nU/s1600-h/gradpack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zWLVrpuI/AAAAAAAAB0g/V1s2PIHm_nU/s320/gradpack.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228072195368674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION DAY PACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zV-1psAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/hkl36PyDHZM/s1600-h/gradpack2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zV-1psAI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/hkl36PyDHZM/s320/gradpack2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228068839796738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATION DAY PACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVjQBBPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IE05PvrzkCg/s1600-h/graduationcere1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVjQBBPI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/IE05PvrzkCg/s320/graduationcere1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228061434184946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for people to settle down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVXCzmrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/at80inCZda8/s1600-h/graduationcere2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVXCzmrI/AAAAAAAAB0I/at80inCZda8/s320/graduationcere2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228058157554354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL NADZIRAH. Don't shy2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVMxMVlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/XV3M_qRtqoc/s1600-h/graduationcere3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-zVMxMVlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/XV3M_qRtqoc/s320/graduationcere3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228055399323218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0CW5PUSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FYQ8qIYmn2s/s1600-h/bffs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0CW5PUSI/AAAAAAAAB1I/FYQ8qIYmn2s/s320/bffs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228831211540770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEREMONY BEGINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0CDiB6OI/AAAAAAAAB1A/TYzxwDCFNV4/s1600-h/graduationcere4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0CDiB6OI/AAAAAAAAB1A/TYzxwDCFNV4/s320/graduationcere4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228826013919458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0BzAEEZI/AAAAAAAAB04/gVCShO7BKBw/s1600-h/graduationcere5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0BzAEEZI/AAAAAAAAB04/gVCShO7BKBw/s320/graduationcere5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228821576487314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0Bqg2p8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/-sFYh6VgP6g/s1600-h/graduationcere6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0Bqg2p8I/AAAAAAAAB0w/-sFYh6VgP6g/s320/graduationcere6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228819298101186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0Be8RU1I/AAAAAAAAB0o/myHQkmrLqcs/s1600-h/graduationcere7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0Be8RU1I/AAAAAAAAB0o/myHQkmrLqcs/s320/graduationcere7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395228816191869778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ TAUFIQ'S FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0wSsnKxI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/L7dCTZXeoD8/s1600-h/hakimvanessa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0wSsnKxI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/L7dCTZXeoD8/s320/hakimvanessa2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395229620358818578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Cert! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0wBkW_aI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/c0KdwsQZMY0/s1600-h/graduationcere8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-0wBkW_aI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/c0KdwsQZMY0/s320/graduationcere8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395229615760801186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*signing our names* LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;Class Ceremony&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lpZ1PSI/AAAAAAAAB14/Rw4fiF43-ww/s1600-h/mrssoonmrlim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lpZ1PSI/AAAAAAAAB14/Rw4fiF43-ww/s320/mrssoonmrlim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230536987131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR LIM &amp; MRS SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lW6QNhI/AAAAAAAAB1w/WGvTs4BgeXc/s1600-h/mrssoonasyrafmrlim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lW6QNhI/AAAAAAAAB1w/WGvTs4BgeXc/s320/mrssoonasyrafmrlim.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230532022842898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY CHEEZE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lAX_TaI/AAAAAAAAB1o/BUvgwO0zGz0/s1600-h/cuttingcakebymrlimmrssoon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1lAX_TaI/AAAAAAAAB1o/BUvgwO0zGz0/s320/cuttingcakebymrlimmrssoon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230525973548450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Soon is cutting the cake! o;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1kh0MjAI/AAAAAAAAB1g/xd-b0VwJcos/s1600-h/classceremony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-1kh0MjAI/AAAAAAAAB1g/xd-b0VwJcos/s320/classceremony.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395230517770357762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See from far, tsk, the crowd so less HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3176074555000350324?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3176074555000350324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3176074555000350324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/graduation-day-d.html' title='GRADUATION DAY! :D'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/St-yujzUdOI/AAAAAAAABz4/HigasoC7LlE/s72-c/carebearcxz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3995686916875942290</id><published>2009-09-26T11:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T11:39:14.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling off my rubix cube.</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;Only for those people who met me in rl before, or whoever is my friend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling off my 4x4x4 rubix cube, this is an original cube alright.&lt;br /&gt;So instead of its original price sold in comics connection, I'm selling off for only $10.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested? If your friends want to buy, you (my friends) have to meet me and buy then you can pass it to your friend. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry if the cube's mixed up, I've already forgotten how to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;And it's still good in condition, fyi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sr2MUWrbojI/AAAAAAAABtI/D89WqlKC-Cs/s1600-h/DSC08029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sr2MUWrbojI/AAAAAAAABtI/D89WqlKC-Cs/s320/DSC08029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385615010717999666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just Only $10 Alright, If You Want Bargain, Min. Of $8.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just sms/msn/tag my board okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Seeya around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3995686916875942290?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3995686916875942290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3995686916875942290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/selling-off-my-rubix-cube.html' title='Selling off my rubix cube.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sr2MUWrbojI/AAAAAAAABtI/D89WqlKC-Cs/s72-c/DSC08029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5657929384263326683</id><published>2009-09-21T09:15:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:41:20.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't take it longer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/034zo4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;i&gt;(finally can upload photos without Ctrl+F5)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, 2 days ago had SWS, (seriously it snapped me up)&lt;br /&gt;Went to SWS alone with Hillary LOLz.&lt;br /&gt;Aww, our friends never come, whether is it either preparing for Hari Raya Puasa or Overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first time had combined practice with some other band (I Forgot) and Mr Wong itself.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I had a breakdown, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even play any better or so, I've lost total interest of it.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take up/not used to Mr Wong, perhaps I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad pushing all 1st solos to Phoebe I think, (Got her name from Huimei).&lt;br /&gt;Yea, seeing her play so well, I'm back to my noob times (Secondary 1).&lt;br /&gt;It nearly gave me up for everything, PMS LOL.&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bo bian also, my tongue got ulcer, very small, yet painful.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to play louder and longer, the air suck my ulcer's blood, dreadful in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I did tolerate but it kills me, time for tongue treatment LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, I didn't know Amy's birthday coming and party was held at Coasta Sans Resort. O;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I accompanied Hillary to go, don't want her to go any further loneliness. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Hillary, Angeline, Huimei &amp; Mr Ho went to eat dinner, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Something cheered me up after I got screwed up with the solos, CHEE KWEHHHH! x.x&lt;br /&gt;After eating and sorts, we signed on Amy's Birthday Card &amp; wrote what we wished for her, damn hilarious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote finished, we went to Huimei's car and ride off to Amy's Birthday Party.&lt;br /&gt;In the car, watched "The Legend" - TRIED MY BEST TO BE AWAKE...but can't, because I wanna vomit already, so might as well sleep. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The food luh, haven't digest and Hillary felt the same too, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And it's hilarious after we've reaching the Parking Lot, it's full.&lt;br /&gt;Ehub have to queue, damn long pls as I saw with my eyes, omg like some awesome killer snake, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, after that found some parking space beside someone's bungalow or something, LOL, no other choice and somemore it's alittle far from Coasta Sans Resort.&lt;br /&gt;And we had a walk to Coasta Sans Resort, damn tiring, alittle hungry perhaps, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we're reached the entrance of it, super OMG - didn't know Coasta Sans Resort like Suana please, damn hot there lorh, alot of BBQ happening. -.-&lt;br /&gt;To think when I reached there, I feel like stripping myself and just left with bra and panty and suana there, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering back, I had went CSR before because of camp &amp; family christmas chalet which happened so long ago when I'm Upper Secondary, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Last time the chalet damn cooling even how we opened so much space on the 1st floor.&lt;br /&gt;Now Suana like lots of people want to strip themselves &amp; have a nice hot spa there, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 5 of us went up to the room and slack there instead.&lt;br /&gt;All we did was playing board games! Like Duck Deck, Cash n (Something) &amp; Uno itself.&lt;br /&gt;Cash n (Something) was the most funniest g&amp; interesting game to play with.&lt;br /&gt;It's best to go random without seeing cards to either play a fool, bang once just being wounded or bangbangbang DEAD! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, everyone bully me in this game, especially Amy's sister &amp; cousin. ):&lt;br /&gt;Worse will be Hillary lah, tsk lah dey! But I've taken revenge! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Who ask her to do a pwnage on me with that DUCK DECK GAME?!?!?! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing board games, went down to take pictures and celebrate Amy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;And we went upstairs to play board games again. And then was served cakes later.&lt;br /&gt;After eating our cake, myself, Hillary, Angeline &amp; Huimei went zilian afterwards, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures, damn hilarious that there's alot of unglam photos, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;And then rushed out from the chalet to stand somewhere at the pathway then spotted Hillary's mom's car &amp; family.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited at the pathway for awhile as Huimei and Mr Ho getting the car to pass our instruments.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thanks for the lift &amp; everything Huimei &amp; Mr Ho. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Then went in Hillary's Mom's Car and sitted in like a zombie smsing with a handphone that left 4% battery, I'm surprised it last more than half an hour while smsing so much.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home just now battery flat then went to charge. LOL. x.x&lt;br /&gt;And bathed very late, then watched TV for awhile and played PSP.&lt;br /&gt;After than sms 2 people &amp; went to sleep out of sudden, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 225px; height: 338px;" src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/359374829528eb4a6417ef5f2bc8fa86-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to church early in the morning, damn sleepy lah.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wake myself up and concentrate on mass, seriously I need a robot that can slap and pinch me wake up, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;After that went for haircut, &lt;b&gt;AND I HAVE RETURNED MY BANGS! WOOT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then slack awhiletook bus to MRT Station then to Eunos, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Again, took bus down to dearest's house &amp; I'm heating up along the way because I'm still over upset on Sat. :/&lt;br /&gt;Haha, then took another bus to ECP, lololol.&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, we walked to the Bowling Centre, and again I've failed pwnage over dearest, T.T"&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, at least he's still a small kid to me (11 days younger. &gt;;D)&lt;br /&gt;Played 3 games with dearest on Lane 25, 2nd round I pwn 81 - 70. :P&lt;br /&gt;The first round damn louya but we took it as a warm-up. o;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, it's so hilarious that the Lane beside us always spoiled, 2 groups of people came over and played, spoiled sia, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;3rd round, dearest pwn me again but he didn't use skills but just stand there &amp; throw the bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;Sian lah, 80 - 100+? T.T Next time I curse the ball LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Hais, so pekchek boohoo! I'm pwn again but I use skills kays. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Ew, dearest nearly made me help to put his shoes to the counter as punishment(?) T.T&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, I carried many stuffs like water bottle &amp; shoe itself, hoho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we wanted to go arcade, but the arcade at the opposite closed down, so empty and white, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then dearest went to buy bubbletea, oooo.&lt;br /&gt;And went back to the tunnel, was randomly finding a place to slack for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly moodswing, scram it. T.T&lt;br /&gt;ALL BECAUSE OF YESTERDAY I GOT PWN AND SCREWED. T.T"&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards I tried to forget about it, -controlsxz.&lt;br /&gt;Then after slacking we went to the bus stop and purposely missed 2 buses as it was crowded, lol.&lt;br /&gt;The next bus damn long siah, but then 2 bus at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we took the first bus because his friend was in the first bus, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The second bus was abit crowded, so I took the bus all the way til I reached Eunos Station, while he on the way home, lul.&lt;br /&gt;And reached home before 9 and bought dinner alone T.T"&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my mom was cooking dinner @ my aunt's house. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, loneliness @ home eating dinner, boohoo. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that parents reached home &amp; that's when I was bathing.&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, I was on the phone, ohohz.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to bed and listening music from my red PSP &amp; sms.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I forgot to off my PSP, darn it! And I fell asleep again without saying goodnight to the people I smsing with. ):&lt;br /&gt;And then here I am blogging &lt;b&gt;TODAY&lt;/b&gt; in such early morning.&lt;br /&gt;Surprising I've blogged this long because finally I can post pictures! ROAR. D:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some random pictures alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srbl3JwOLZI/AAAAAAAABsY/MQwwBtEzhII/s1600-h/DSC07983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srbl3JwOLZI/AAAAAAAABsY/MQwwBtEzhII/s320/DSC07983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383743140241747346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Huimei &amp; Hillary challenged while I lost the game. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srbl2-ykYkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/6gHl_VPi2LM/s1600-h/DSC07984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srbl2-ykYkI/AAAAAAAABsQ/6gHl_VPi2LM/s320/DSC07984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383743137298801218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HM, LOL. I PWN THIS 2nd ROUND! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! This photo I looked like Joe Jonas! Joking, I looked like an emo kid (guy).&lt;br /&gt;And this photo taken when after I've seen the doctor (sick on that day). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srb1ggkYVmI/AAAAAAAABsg/pfcAEEOxtaQ/s1600-h/DSC07847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srb1ggkYVmI/AAAAAAAABsg/pfcAEEOxtaQ/s320/DSC07847.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383760343415150178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay toodles.&lt;br /&gt;-dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5657929384263326683?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5657929384263326683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5657929384263326683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-take-it-longer.html' title='Can&apos;t take it longer.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Srbl3JwOLZI/AAAAAAAABsY/MQwwBtEzhII/s72-c/DSC07983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4687981965506434110</id><published>2009-09-16T18:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:38:12.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadbury Rocks! LOL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-796322ed47a7b0e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D796322ed47a7b0e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330423747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D484EC59FA89FADA7C8EF856D7E4965A2CDA2C860.1D929D06F216CD718D5E6A2A821F8AA5A141F874%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D796322ed47a7b0e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQ_V9OrEO2YXR3JRVrGQMIzZvgc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D796322ed47a7b0e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330423747%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D484EC59FA89FADA7C8EF856D7E4965A2CDA2C860.1D929D06F216CD718D5E6A2A821F8AA5A141F874%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D796322ed47a7b0e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DcQ_V9OrEO2YXR3JRVrGQMIzZvgc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cadbury Advertisement&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Actors:&lt;/b&gt; Hakim &amp; Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cameraman:&lt;/b&gt; Hillary.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg, I can't believe myself, hillary &amp; hakim made such random video after we crazy over Cadbury music in class, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this happens when after school &amp; after our lunch.&lt;br /&gt;And in class, we had no lessons, wtf pls. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Except for maths I guess, but I went tired after that, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Went home around 5plus and upload the video.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I upload at Facebook, Tulasi commented so fast, just seconds later! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, -likes video so much. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, stay tuned for more random videos made by myself, hakim &amp; hillary.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we will make our own random video, LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeya Around!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4687981965506434110?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4687981965506434110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4687981965506434110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/cadbury-rocks-lol.html' title='Cadbury Rocks! LOL.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-8104052452878535204</id><published>2009-09-12T09:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:48:54.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ecpecpecp.</title><content type='html'>Hello peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to blog about what happened ytd, but exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty bored right now, so I blog about ytd bah.&lt;br /&gt;Well, woke up very early in the morning, went to somewhere else, you little devils should know, LOLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not the main topic, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's about later, Took train from Jurong East til Eunos.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus from Eunos Bus Interchange, lol waited so long -.-&lt;br /&gt;And lol, reached dearest's house bus stop? x_x&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I realised when we went to the opposite bus-stop got some buses the same number from Eunos Bus Interchange. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Should have taken 2 of the bus that looked similar to me, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed to a bus stop then walked down to ecp, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Took breakfast at McDonald's, weirdly that there's these 2 guys coming around giving pamphlets? (sp)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, from christian group or something, never thought they give around ECP. O.o&lt;br /&gt;I ate the slowest, don't want get choke again, and it's very hard for me to swallow food nowadays. :I&lt;br /&gt;And so we can't decide whether to do bowling or to cycle, but I decided to cycle.&lt;br /&gt;I've made a wrong choice after renting the bicycle, the bicycle damn laoya. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have said dearest damn suay on that day, because I said it myself LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I crashed to a boy, but strangely there's no injuries, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel an pain either after crashing the little boy, I felt guilty that I didn't say a single "sorry" because I'm in fact in such stunned mode, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And another bad thing is, my gear spoiled wtf right, T.T"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we went to a nearby shelter, as it's going to rain too, lul.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, seeing him putting back the darn stupid gear back to its position and ended up his hands and legs turn out BLACK (stained).&lt;br /&gt;Hm, he went off to wash up while I stood in the shelter hugging my bag wanting to fall asleep, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Til this old man LOL, suddenly ask me "xiao meimei, ni shui jiao uh? mei bang fa, xia yu liao." then suddenly on my side it's dearest, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And the old man cycled off dunno where later, LOL. x.x&lt;br /&gt;NONSENCE SAYING THAT, DEAREST THOUGHT HE'S GONNA RAPE ME ALONE OR SOMETHING LOL. -'-&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly rain got bigger and much windy, which was damn SICKENING LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more wet than him at the first place, then I exchanged seats and YAY, HE'S WET, joking LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah stuck in the rain like shit, cold shits, really shitty.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing cold and I'm afraid that I may fall sick again, gosh. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some quite time, the rain slowly to cool down! :p&lt;br /&gt;Hm yeah, then we continue to cycle til some end or something then we U-turn back to return bike early.&lt;br /&gt;After returning, my butt hurts like some stone stuck at my butt for few years, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Bought drinks and we decided to take bus back to Eunos MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, bought food from some Japanese Mini Restaurant HAHA, bought potato salad and salmon! :P&lt;br /&gt;Then took train to Dhoby Ghaut, hm yes! - Plaza Singapura!&lt;br /&gt;Dearest went to buy his food and we went out the shopping centre to eat.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, after eating, er...he ate wasabi &amp; soya sauce alone.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what's the prize for it, more like I could only treat him drinks or something, I'm going bankrupt. :/&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yamaha Musical, Uncle's not there, sian.&lt;br /&gt;Bought reeds from the shop, I've forgotten where's the darn cashier, it's been long going there, haiz. Bad memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, went to Daiso. LOL, the small pan damn cute and simple.&lt;br /&gt;So less things there, IMM STOOD BEST! (right right?!) ;p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Otaku House, wanting to find out the price for Lenalee version 1 price, I've forgotten the price btw, so LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to arcade, play the sweet machine. ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest went to put more than $20 in the token change, shouldn't have changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you the reason why LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;While playing the sweet machine, we're not lucky at first.&lt;br /&gt;Til I trying touching the buttons and played.&lt;br /&gt;Dearest went counting how many more to Jackpot, 9 more beads.&lt;br /&gt;Then while playing, I went to grab sweets in the machine, and SO MUCH LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And I let the sweet go on the board, and some sweets fall on and hit on the checker.&lt;br /&gt;And there's a spin, spin til JACKPOT WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Left 9 beads, then reached all the way to the top JACKPOT so fast sia.&lt;br /&gt;Me and dearest stunned and we went "WOAH SO FAST LOLLLL."&lt;br /&gt;I regretted to play sweet machine, that's the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm going to be forced to bring the sweets home &amp; the toy LOL. - Wnnie The Pooh. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposite uh, beside lah, like not happy that why we got it so fast LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I shouuldn't have touch the sweet machine &amp; let dearest be the unlucky one playing the sweet machine. :(&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ALREADY MY SECOND TIME GETTING THE JACKPOT LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Wlaooooooo, both times I shouldn't have touch, EVER EVER EVER! ROARRR@$@!%#@%!%$!@&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring home &amp; my parents will be curious again LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ew, he laughed at me. T____________T"&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, then we went to have dinner at Yoshinoya. :D&lt;br /&gt;Ordered spicy beef because it reminds me good times with my mom eating it.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot that it's too spicy, but I tahan the spices! :P&lt;br /&gt;And again eat slowly, my throat too small alr, can't swallow easily haiz.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to some shops to find handphone strap or something lul.&lt;br /&gt;After all we found Elmo @ More Than Words.&lt;br /&gt;Around the shop, I craze over Eeyore, dearest laughed at the way I say. ._."&lt;br /&gt;WHAT, SO CUTE TO PRONOUNS THE NAME ALSO CANNOTXZ!#@%#$%#@% LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went home, sorry to make you keep me company til Raffles Place, It's the nearest for me to go home. :/&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, then went homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! YAY! (bodyache...)&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to sleep @ 2am to watch tv, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Sms dearest til 11plus, LOL, battery flat, lazy go charge HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, seeya.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired alr. x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-8104052452878535204?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8104052452878535204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/8104052452878535204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/ecpecpecp.html' title='ecpecpecp.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4860653359531054818</id><published>2009-09-10T20:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:23:16.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello.</title><content type='html'>Yohyoh, back peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, finally my fever &amp; flu fully fully fullllllly RECOVERED.&lt;br /&gt;Screw blogger, I think I'm going to move to livejournal/onsugar/tumblr soonz.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just took English Paper yesterday, was so effing easy but, screwed that, I got careless mistake for not reading the darn multiple choice questions' instructions. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Forget that, I'm good at other subject, so be it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;School holidays&lt;/s&gt;, sorry *CUT* I mean MY LIFE IN SECONDARY WILL BE FINALLY OFFICIALLY SCREWLY OVER. LOL. *takes celebration cake* Joking.&lt;br /&gt;Ehyaws, I'm not that sarcastic, I'll miss my turns there, but I've to turn over a new leaf, LOLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw! I realised my next exams coming on 5 October, a good break but more preparation, woot! :P&lt;br /&gt;Back to virtual life for awhile (Habbo), before I get busy the week before my exams start again after such long week of break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm just randomly blogging to keep it alive.&lt;br /&gt;But hey! I got 2 more new yootoob videos to show you, it's funny!&lt;br /&gt;It's about the cats and beaver, I watched this long ago, but it's quite cute. The video maker not using any robots but using logic of thinking about their mouth reaction and match the recording of his voice or something.&lt;br /&gt;Haha do enjoy! It's quite hilarious even though how much simple it is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cats Talk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="309"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1JynBEX_kg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beaver Welcoming People To Canada &amp; Photography Session!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="390" height="309"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sekLEG8xsOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sekLEG8xsOs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="390" height="309"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS/&lt;/b&gt; Screw Internet Connection, Any Better One?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS//&lt;/b&gt; I Need More Comics/Videos To Make Me Laugh To Get Rid Of My "Foolish" Self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4860653359531054818?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4860653359531054818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4860653359531054818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-hello.html' title='Oh Hello.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5670990322255659632</id><published>2009-09-07T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T16:49:16.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7's my fav.</title><content type='html'>Hoho, hai peep0s.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, finally get on comp after recovering from a bad flu and cough.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for many concerns from my friends &amp; dearest!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, N levels finally here, and I'm on the battlefield earlier than the 'O's, muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And wooo! I will get to enjoy my holidays faster soon! Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Today had Chinese paper 1, and &lt;b&gt;OMG!&lt;/b&gt; - I find it abit easier for me, as I checked with my friends, mostly the answers are B, finally! xD&lt;br /&gt;And had "BRANCH" later, fishball noodle soup at Fajar, A Star after waiting for my friends eating the canteen malay food stall, I couldn't eat any luxurious food for a week, gosh. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after eating my BRANCH, went to Mr Ho's Maths Remedial.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my fish, I got alot of careless mistakes! URGHHH!@#$%^&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;After all, I will learn from my mistakes, I bet N lvls will be much easier. ;p&lt;br /&gt;How I know, all the schools are taking the same paper after all, depends on the teaching standards, but I know it will be much easier as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are just like prepartory work to us, even though it's way different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ho (again) use the book to hit my head for using vulgarities when I'm unhappy with my darn careless mistakes, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's okay, jiayou for N levels! ;p&lt;br /&gt;After that me and Xinmei went to find my teacher for Class Tee, omg the shirt so big. -.- luckily I chose XS size, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yongsheng wore L size, he looked like a jumbo, HAHAHAHA, some skinny ape wearing big sizes, which is freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;He exchanged to Medium afterwards, and continued Maths remedial to the time exactly 12! Woot.&lt;br /&gt;And had a long nap til 1.35pm and went to the classroom for English LC.&lt;br /&gt;During LC, stupid symphony music have to play half an hour and then start LC for 45 mins, wlao. Cheat my feelings leh, HOW CAN! :(&lt;br /&gt;Then some parts totally screwed, which most of my classmates agreed that some parts we know are totally chimology, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After LC, I went home immediately to take medicine.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly perspire alot and started to feel real giddy.&lt;br /&gt;Bought food from YT Point and took medicine, I felt never better but okay.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, here I am blogging! :D&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;b&gt;SEEYA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS/&lt;/b&gt; Happy 16th Birthday Ng Huixian! Someone old already hor! HAHA, so sway your birthday on the start of N levels, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSS/&lt;/b&gt; Screwed stupid English LC, but chinese starts to lighten my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSSS/&lt;/b&gt; Happy 2nd monthsary piggehhhxz! LOL. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PSSSS/&lt;/b&gt; FINALLY CLASS TEE THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A JERSEY! @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5670990322255659632?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5670990322255659632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5670990322255659632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/7s-my-fav.html' title='7&apos;s my fav.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5816485303370553129</id><published>2009-09-03T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T20:26:17.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgust.</title><content type='html'>Hello there!&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to N level, freaking... (not really ready).&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I started to feel that I'm having a fever soon, my throat damn dry.&lt;br /&gt;Few days backs, it's Teacher's day, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Super funny the concert, I mean one of the drama scene among teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, 1st September, I went out to study afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid, I regret coming even though how much they forced me to, idiots. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I got my BFF with me, Hakim! Hahahaha, watched youtube videos in the library.&lt;br /&gt;I totally laughed at these two videos, enjoy! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Do remember to pause my blog song before viewing it, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese toy factory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBaPI2AKu2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sBaPI2AKu2g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North korean scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, funny right? I can't tahan his dumbass looks, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Bobby Lee, quite famous for MADtv I guess, watched all his videos, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off topic.&lt;br /&gt;Today, during Life Skill Lessons, we have this personality test, super cool description of people HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know what's the test all about, do msn me (for friends not outsiders, woops, LOL :D)&lt;br /&gt;After that I tried testing dearest, omg, his answers are so true (not really), LOLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then Hillary started testing Zubaidah, PREDICTION FROM HILLARY IS SUPA TRUE HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And when the moment when we all graduating classes heading to ISH for briefing of N levels, we tested Syifa.&lt;br /&gt;Shocked to hear Syifa's results, damn emotional, but perhaps true? x.x Very hard to tell what's her personality is, but nehmind, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started testing Hakim &amp; Hillary some test that I took at facebook, I find it quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them, "Passion or Love?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, both choose Passion, and I laughed madly.&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly tell what's passion is because it's meant secret, otherwise - NO FUN. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate my lunch &amp; taught Xinmei maths, lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to teach people, now I do really know how it feels when teacher teaching us 24/7, hard work! x.x&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went home and online comp.&lt;br /&gt;Played MSN games with dearest, basket, at the beginning I always win, but wtf, I LOSE MORE AND MORE IN THE END.&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing he can't beat me - Sudoku Too, HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm too fast and quick about it, not many people can beat me except for my mom, -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Because yeah, my mom is my shifuxzxzxz. xD&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah I tested Kai &amp; Daryl Personality test too, even freaking damn hilarious HAHAHA, but some not true, I don't think it matches their personality too.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, ate dinner, managed to win my mom's FAVOURITE chicken, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaaaaa, here I am blogging.&lt;br /&gt;But, lazy blog liao kekekekes, alright &lt;b&gt;seeya!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4 more days to Hx's birthday, N lvl &amp; 2nd month, tyco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS/&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Srsly, I hate copycats like you, and you should obviously know who you are, nub.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS//&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I miss going to GSS Band.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS///&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I think for many days, I can't see dearest often because of N lvl. T.T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS////&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;I need encouragement to focus WELL. ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5816485303370553129?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5816485303370553129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5816485303370553129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/disgust.html' title='Disgust.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6872693062682992377</id><published>2009-08-27T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:54:30.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rabbixts.</title><content type='html'>Omg hai.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today's windy thursday! Haix.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling depressed lately, because of MATHS! ):&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T RECEIVE, WHY WHY WHY. -emotear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt so cold throughout the whole day, and friends saying that I feel so warm.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I think I'm having a slight fever, as I didn't perspire often.&lt;br /&gt;Normally when I'm tired of running or walking for long, I will confirm perspire, but then now like you just feel heat in your body.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, yesterday had nose bleed, tskkkkkk! ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay luhxz, I drink many plain water okay! Don't worry, my dearest friends! (x&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, let's not talk about what's during lesson time alright.&lt;br /&gt;Assembly, LOL, some drama show acting as "Kpo" or something as their skits.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, omg, it's the most funniest assembly I ever seen lorh! Even though it's so embarrassing and stupid it is, quite simple skit yet meaningful LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, basically it's about HDB areas, normally people complain about Malay Weddings most of the time very noisy because they had karoke or some loud music, especially on sunday the drum beats start in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And yeahhhh, hahahaha! But the drama group, (forgot what's the name of the group) was toally awesome and funny! That's all I can say, hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, ate lunch at the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;And played Hakim's PSP, ROCK BAND! LOL, so damn addicted to it that I want Hakim to help me download Rock Band in my PSP, LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, went home after that and online! :D&lt;br /&gt;Habbo-ed, &amp; studied alittle, and realizing studying halfway then I slept. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, woke up by dearest sms, LOLLLLLLLLLLLL, I was having a nice dream! LOL. :p&lt;br /&gt;Jokingxz, and later went to Yew Tee Point area nearby Pasa malam walky walk with my parents, muahahaha. Disturb their romantic walk. :X&lt;br /&gt;And I went to this new pet shop at Yew Tee Point, OMG SO COOOL LUHXZXZXZ. D;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE RABBIT, AND MY DAD WAS THINKING TO ADOPT ONE? LOLLLL. Omg I fell in (L) with the rabbit lorhh! So cute!&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture of it! D:&lt;br /&gt;It's brown, not white uhhhhh, LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Shit blogger, Ctrl+F5 now not working wtf. But next time. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6872693062682992377?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6872693062682992377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6872693062682992377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/rabbixts.html' title='Rabbixts.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-170689176429590194</id><published>2009-08-25T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:20:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand's up.</title><content type='html'>Ehk, hiiEx pEep0s, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh, N lvl prelim results are out!&lt;br /&gt;Was disappointed when my results dropped for english and chinese, (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;LOL, EBS no change of marks! Fish you lah EBS! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Mid-Year 81/100, now also wlao! I want higher than that! Idiot! :(&lt;br /&gt;I've no confidence in maths, maths is totally removed from my favourite list alr.&lt;br /&gt;Now Science &amp; EBS comes in to my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;Because these 2 subjects are like using my logic thinking to answer such questions may looked difficult. x)&lt;br /&gt;I have not received back my science paper 2 and my maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;I'm receiving it tomorrow! YAYNESS. (Later...I emo seeing my maths paper...)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's okay! ITE's my aim, Idrc right now how much effort I've put, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;And OMG(?), 12/12 is SWS Concert. (I Guess) Omg, even more stress.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my passion for music is gonecxz! I need to gain back! Ohnoz.&lt;br /&gt;And seeing my friends have improved in every subjects! Grats mates! xD&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when Zy (Nadzirah) that she got 33/60, WHICH I EVENTUALLY DON'T BELIEVE, LOL. Then me and her recalculate her marks, she was actually 43! 10 marks miscounted! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Today during PE Lessons, (not really lessons) BUT DANCE! D:&lt;br /&gt;So fun luh the steps, jumpstyle siol! HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But it's so embarrassing for Class Chairperson &amp; Vice were forced to be in front near the dance instructor, (TSK!)&lt;br /&gt;I was damn blur can, lolol, but nevermind kekes, FUN! (But, urgh...HUNGRY!)&lt;br /&gt;BTW, lessons end at 2pm, was about to meet Mrs Soon outside Staff Room, but instead, a talk on phone. ._.&lt;br /&gt;I've to make the front image clearer but in white background, gosh! :(&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Rushed out from school &amp; meet Alexsterxz! Yesyes, me brozzz! (But I don't miss her, LOL jokes.)&lt;br /&gt;Studied EBS &amp; abit of science, but no matter how much I try to concentrate, it's like no use at all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeah, after studying, ME: (bought McFlurry) ALEX: (bought "cone") @ McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;And we walked around eating our ice-scream before we go homezx, yeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "sweet" for Alex to bring me to the top through underground tunnel, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But found out the crowd was too packed so she decided not to go any further, nevermind. :p&lt;br /&gt;Trained home with such crowd, stupid "old man" near touched my "bottom", was pissed and nearly punched the glass window, instead of that, I gave a murderous glare, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;More like 2 "old man" in each turn after they drop their stops.&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, and went home and a nice dinner cooked by my dearest mom.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that my dad's going for OP tomorrow, I pray nothing happened/went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, and I'm tired, can I stop blogging now? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seeya!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-170689176429590194?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/170689176429590194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/170689176429590194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/hands-up.html' title='Hand&apos;s up.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5058197097628971218</id><published>2009-08-21T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:00:37.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelims are over, what's next?</title><content type='html'>Omg, hi.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy tht Prelims are over, but 2 weeks &amp; 3 days more to the worse nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;And, I simply hate to leave the school can? Especially band. :I&lt;br /&gt;Even though so many weeks or months for not seeing band, I'm worried that something bad happened, uh hais. ):&lt;br /&gt;Prelims always HARD, damn hard, heard of my seniors that prelims may be hard, but the actual major day, is damn easy. Hopefully it is! )x&lt;br /&gt;Seems like nowadays, my stress level keep increasing, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop it either, and I started to be so angry easily again, that's a bad sign. Seems like I'm taking everything seriously again, hais.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm not myself for these past few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, I'm still on this battlefield who still puts on challenge mode to fight through the finish line of my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Vanny! You can do it, jiajia pa ji! LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;(I Gotta Be Strong Still, I Can't Give Up Easily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellxzxzxz, hahahahaha, off topic bah.&lt;br /&gt;On the day of CPA Practical Exam (Tuesday), after exam I meant.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Hakim &amp; Hillary went to Zhenghua Park and have a good stroll walk, since it's very early to go back home. xO&lt;br /&gt;Walked til very tired, but it's fun HAHAHA, (NOT WITH SCHOOL UNIFORM!)&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, then walked through some pathway that I never went before, looks like a haunted passageway (forest-like). xO&lt;br /&gt;While going through, the tree curl like wedding ceremony like that, sibei awesome &amp; beautiful! HAHA. But I was surprised Monkeys around the corner, wtf. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't talk while walking, just smsing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want waste my energy on this 2 hour walk, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And to think, we nearly got lost, I was nearly alittle pissed. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;But nah it's okay, as least reading map is my thung, LOL, on some boards.&lt;br /&gt;And we've went to the RIGHT WAY! WOOOO, LOLLLL, SO HAPPY WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Went to coffeeshop, drink Iced Milo like crazy, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;And happily went home, and stuck on bed online-ing. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I had the feeling I'm gonna fail my maths badly for the VERY first time in secondary school, sian! :(&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEVERMIND, WAIT TIL N LVL, LET ME CHIONG AND I SHOW TO MR. HO LOL, THAT I'M NOT EXACTLY A PERSON WHO LOVES TO SLEEP IN CLASS LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, but still, I don't have any feelings for prelims, lollll.&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid to challenge friends marks, and start being arrogant for such stupid marks. It's made by effort, not challenge, til brain burst uh? LOL. d:&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaaa, alright damn tired, -goes off bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5058197097628971218?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5058197097628971218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5058197097628971218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/prelims-are-over-whats-next.html' title='Prelims are over, what&apos;s next?'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4416756154301151745</id><published>2009-08-13T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:35:24.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnerh Feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY HI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, prelims starting alr.&lt;br /&gt;And I just took english &amp; chinese.&lt;br /&gt;The day when Chinese Prelim comes, the next day the results came.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Cheah is a pro, really " ". Lol. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And I gg sia, my marks 9/50, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL. :D&lt;br /&gt;Whao, I damn tired nowadays luh. :I&lt;br /&gt;Keep asking my mom for medicine, but yet I'm alittle restless.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm totally screwed by some friends which pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;Most of their reasons - Hurting My Friends. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's not in my school, but other friends whom are once STRANGERS.&lt;br /&gt;They bored with their life &amp; go hurt my other friends, gg pl0x. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Bah, nevermind anyway, n lvl coming next month.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to END THIS FINISH LINE, and get the hell out from this chaotic school.&lt;br /&gt;I want quickly go ITE, LOL. And go in the course I WANTED. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, its been day pass by, so quickly, yet I hate it, but I'll love it by leaving the school, I can't stand "CHAOTIC" everywhere, especially 'kiddos'. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be surprised when a school become "nothingness" one day, lol no offence.&lt;br /&gt;As my friends do agree somehow by their pair of eyes and mine. xO&lt;br /&gt;But I love the crazy batch of my age, hehehehe, many funtastic time.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, can't forget the times during my last period of lower sec times, it's perfectly horrible. They're insane, not myself, I call it no brains srsly. D:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I miss band too! But I'm sad, I lost all my pride for music. ._."&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got the strength, pride &amp; love for the music is my school band, not outside, Idk why. ):&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, everyone do agree about it, the feelings change(d), somehow rather...?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, grats on the new positioning of the year 2009 leaders in band! :D&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for November I guess, because of promotion day? LOL. xO&lt;br /&gt;Ew, Idk why I miss scoldings in band, LOL, I'm weird, ohnoz!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, I scared my memories there are gone, and I'll be like enjoying my next new life instead. xO -tense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST 2009 SENIOR BATCH! FOR PRELIMS &amp; ACTUAL LVL EXAMINATION.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles will happen when our finish line comes to the end, let's celebrate soon!&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Always, Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4416756154301151745?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4416756154301151745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4416756154301151745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/funnerh-feeling.html' title='Funnerh Feeling.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4414202404214549246</id><published>2009-08-10T09:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:02:12.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>44th Birthday SG!</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeah didn't manage to post it on the act day - 9 Aug.&lt;br /&gt;Reached around 11plus, so it's impossible for my eyes to keep wide open.&lt;br /&gt;Very extremely tired, and extreme bodyaches! ):&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Haha, had a great spent of times with &lt;b&gt;dearest&lt;/b&gt; yesterday! (L)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, yeah I'll skip the morning's doings, yeh, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went to Aunt's house took a good nap &amp; sorts. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I don't wanna tell what had happened, it's stupid. -.-&lt;br /&gt;After taking such good long nap, I went out from Aunt's house &amp; took bus to MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Eunos and waited for &lt;b&gt;dearest&lt;/b&gt; by missing 2 trains as he's late. xO&lt;br /&gt;So I play2 with him say "I know you meh? -gives arrogent look. -walked to another side of the train and sms." LOLLLLL. :P&lt;br /&gt;Si dearest, went spamming my inbox with stupid nonsense. ):&lt;br /&gt;Then I so kelian, need to delete all stupid smses. T.T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped off at Bugis &amp; went to buy tickets to watch "UP".&lt;br /&gt;Yehyeh! Then bought popcorns and drink. HOHO SHARE2! LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, OMG I SO LOVE THE MOVIE "UP" LORH! Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;Me and dearest beh tahan sia, HAHAHAHA! LOL. It's a &lt;b&gt;MUST&lt;/b&gt; watch people!&lt;br /&gt;To think everyone crazily laugh in the cinema also, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then I don't really feel cold afterwards, abit lah, my mouth. :X&lt;br /&gt;My mouth shiver like hell, so I've to close the darn gaps from my mouth &amp; looked retaredly smiling HAHA. xO&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we don't know where to go, so I brought him to iluma building.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around hohoz, then walked at Bugis street.&lt;br /&gt;Purposely want to visit Alwin Gor, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then he told me that Hedy &amp; Engkong went by to visit him too! o.o&lt;br /&gt;But sian, didn't manage to see them either.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, me and &lt;b&gt;dearest&lt;/b&gt; headed to Hong "COCK" Cafe, I mean Hong Kong, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I ate the slowest again, sian. HAHA, he bought his chicken chop, the rice so cute and less LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;I so bad, laughed at him, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Again he bully me by trapping my darn legs. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, after that we went to City Hall, WOAH DAMN CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;And I saw Huiyun's boyf out of sudden LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly called her, and she asked me to say Hi, I don't dare. -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOL, off topic. Then me and dearest trying to find a spot at the bridge to take photo or something yehhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I so pekchek when I'm trying to get ready to take picture, the fireworks never appear, eeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to get it around 8plus, LOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, am so loved by dearest LOLLLLLLLLLLLL. -random.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we trying to go have a drink, but damn idiotic, the queue to City Hall, uh whatever, LONG SIA LOL. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and dearest waited aside, and heard Wonder Girls Song, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, can't dance, need my siao ding dong friends then can HAHAHA. :X&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then we moved to another corner and see the other which was near the Parliment.&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW NADZIRAH, coincidental! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally the crowd got lesser, and we headed to City Link to buy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I started to get blur and sweaty, yeh I'm freaking tired, even my brain also. :I&lt;br /&gt;Yea, wasted total of my energy and I felt numb after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Raffles City Shopping Center - the fountain at the basement to rest awhile luh, damn tired, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously luh, I really miss my childhood times with my parents &amp; my mom's old colleagues at there.&lt;br /&gt;To bad the favourite restaurant I like alot was gone years ago before my mom left her Old Office Job.&lt;br /&gt;It's totally a great memory of the fountain area, haha, but everything's different now. :I&lt;br /&gt;Haha, told dearest about my past life when VANNY IS A NOOB KID! LOL, joking.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, after that lol, took train to Raffles Place.&lt;br /&gt;Thought that our platform would be at the same level, but nevermind. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah, headed home and bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Cooked Kimchi, then watch TV awhile with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, called dearest, but my eyes keep shutting, so I went to sleep! x.x&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh, now I still damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures' coming! :D Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn-BnpDBv-I/AAAAAAAABog/yfx1QOP3sl8/s1600-h/DSC07348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn-BnpDBv-I/AAAAAAAABog/yfx1QOP3sl8/s320/DSC07348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368151798882353122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Flag! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn-BnaU6TPI/AAAAAAAABoY/H1RrIqlk8Zw/s1600-h/DSC07349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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(:</title><content type='html'>Yae-Huuz! (:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, blogging finally! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and ate breakfast, went to school.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so much fun folding paper cranes.&lt;br /&gt;I can fold up to 40plus in 2 hours, wtf, lol. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy! Then hyper with the graduating batch at ISH, haha, funxzc.&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, I went BBP with Sharmin.&lt;br /&gt;Buy tee, because my fcuking clothes haven't wash yet. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ate KFC, but take-away.&lt;br /&gt;And ate at 2rd floor beside Library and eat at the hiding place. LOL. xP&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, rushed home to bathe, lolz. I was yet tired.&lt;br /&gt;Weather yet so hot, make me giddy. wth! ):&lt;br /&gt;Then took train to Eunos and meet dearest. @,@"&lt;br /&gt;I was lost abit, and so chatted on the phone with Huiyun!&lt;br /&gt;LOL, she wanted to ask me out, but too bad luhcxz. Ask wrong day, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ye, I very gongcxz, saw dearest at Mr Bean buying something, lul.&lt;br /&gt;I was like walking around without my contact lens. T-T"&lt;br /&gt;Eyes abit blurblur, nevermind, lul.&lt;br /&gt;And yay, dearest spotted me..., &lt;i&gt;by wasting my darn sms. T.T&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehmindz, then we walked to the bus stop, ohhz.&lt;br /&gt;Wkao, started to perspire like hell, and the stupid "haze" made me giddy. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, lulz. Then we alighted somewhere. ?.? And walked to the underground pavement, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhz, thenxzzczxcx, dearest asked me whether I want cycle or bowling.&lt;br /&gt;I aimed for bowling, LOL, ps uh - addiction.&lt;br /&gt;But, woohooo! For the first game, I got to pay $7 on my own, don't have to feel guilty about it, LOL. :S&lt;br /&gt;After playing the stuid first game, we realized, fcuk, it's not 2 games! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The lady said "2 person in one? or 2 game each?"&lt;br /&gt;I was stupid enough to say "2 person", but ended up my english like shit nowadays LOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;So dearest have to pay another 3 more games, and now then I feel guilty about it.&lt;br /&gt;NEHMINDCZXCXZC, NEXT TIME SAKAE TREAT K! MY TREAT. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz, T.T"&lt;br /&gt;The first game, I pwn canxz, aiya just practice only lul.&lt;br /&gt;Second game, he nearly pwn me, but i've pwn again.&lt;br /&gt;Third game, I pwn him doubly, as I grew too arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;Last game, LOL, dearest won me. But nevermind, hehes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohohz, then we went to the arcade, that I went before when I was sec 2 I think.&lt;br /&gt;But it shifted differently, and while we went it, like haunted arcade. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, happened to found out we're not alone, heh.&lt;br /&gt;AGAIN, his eyes targeted at the "SWEET" machine, LOLLLLLLLL!@$!$!%$#&lt;br /&gt;Ew, while he pay hor, he got 2 mini toy keychain, but me got one, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, got pig keychain - the pig is him, HAHA. wtf, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, then while I've finished up my tokens, on his right side, the machine lah, I saw the elephant that was similar as the last time we two played at Jurong Point X-zone Arcade, LOL. :X&lt;br /&gt;Again, he pushed all the sweets to me, especially the toys, LOL, no lah I took 2 only, he took 1 toy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer, I must banned him for playing that sweet machine. ): LOLMAO!@#$%^&amp;*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;And headed back to Eunos MRT Station, ohz.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and we decided to eat dinner? Yep, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, xinku dearest liao, spend so much money, maybe Sakae's the biggest treat I can give, LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah while ordering food, I rather choose the cheapest, don't want make him spend so much money. T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, went back home, hohoz! ;p&lt;br /&gt;And I started to sneeze out of sudden. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;In the train no seat! right foot cramp like hell, sian. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;But until JE Interchange, I MANAGED TO GET A SEAT, LOL@!$@#^%#^%@# SO HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, headed home like zombie. @,@"&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh, I'm so extremely tired already, nights all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn1wVneLPYI/AAAAAAAABn4/QrVRmtejPHo/s1600-h/vcxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn1wVneLPYI/AAAAAAAABn4/QrVRmtejPHo/s320/vcxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367569847570611586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me the proscxz, kkk! :D LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn1wVfNzVUI/AAAAAAAABnw/uaEEX4wOGT4/s1600-h/jcxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn1wVfNzVUI/AAAAAAAABnw/uaEEX4wOGT4/s320/jcxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367569845354452290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man of Librety! LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dearest! (&lt;font color="red"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy First Month Anni!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for those smses last night, nearly want to kill you for making me laugh at the part - "I got balls to ask you..." Grr, LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;And yeh, I felt damn touched, Idk why I shed a tear alittle out of sudden. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Hahas! Had some fun noob times wih you today! xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ilyyyyyyyyy! 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(:'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sn1wVneLPYI/AAAAAAAABn4/QrVRmtejPHo/s72-c/vcxz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-415074895471506441</id><published>2009-08-03T20:28:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:17:17.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa Drop-Out.</title><content type='html'>O-Hai-Peep-Oxz.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today's MONDAY, hey hey monday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's totally a messy day for me, hate this! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after school.&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nadzirah and Hakim followed Hillary to her house! Woo.&lt;br /&gt;Then me went to change to PE clothings, olympus! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, took 963 afterwards, very long trip nia. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while reaching there, we took train to Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, went to find Sebestian and Qiqiang, dunno go where, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up at Palawan beach don't want come out LOL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;So, took pictures with Zy, Hillary, Hakim &amp; Bryan! Hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;Then was called to go Koufu and find Sebestian.&lt;br /&gt;Now then I know the reason why they want to avoid us.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the birthday surprised for Hillary! HAHAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;Then celebrated there and eat the cake. Pictures taken too! By eddy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating the cake, I rushed to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;Woo, the water damn shiok man! Refreshing LOL. xP&lt;br /&gt;Then I went off and meet my Parents at Toa Payoh, was pissed by that time.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, headed to Church of The Risen Christ. :)&lt;br /&gt;I felt there's no special intention mass as in... - unless we've missed the part where the names mentioned. :I&lt;br /&gt;Bah nevermind, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, during mass I did pray for everyone and grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after mess went home ate Chee Kweh &amp; Hokkien Mee! NICE MAN, so hungry. :X&lt;br /&gt;Yeppppp, and blogging here nowsxz. (L)&lt;br /&gt;Seeya! -dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUm6nF3JI/AAAAAAAABjw/XZtiRNWcilU/s1600-h/5651_143881484008_537264008_3185472_8270601_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUm6nF3JI/AAAAAAAABjw/XZtiRNWcilU/s320/5651_143881484008_537264008_3185472_8270601_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366413458533637266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY ACT CUTE, LOL joking. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUmjcPAZI/AAAAAAAABjo/8lNWqd4Ztu4/s1600-h/5651_143881504008_537264008_3185474_4098485_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUmjcPAZI/AAAAAAAABjo/8lNWqd4Ztu4/s320/5651_143881504008_537264008_3185474_4098485_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366413452314083730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See bryan's face. Qian zhou de lian. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUmaSfGMI/AAAAAAAABjg/9JyvcUG9LoI/s1600-h/5651_143881509008_537264008_3185475_8350212_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUmaSfGMI/AAAAAAAABjg/9JyvcUG9LoI/s320/5651_143881509008_537264008_3185475_8350212_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366413449857276098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Retarded fours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUl8QtBCI/AAAAAAAABjY/J8aZnWK4KqU/s1600-h/5651_143883899008_537264008_3185506_844166_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUl8QtBCI/AAAAAAAABjY/J8aZnWK4KqU/s320/5651_143883899008_537264008_3185506_844166_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366413441796736034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to put my slipper with my bags.&lt;br /&gt;And Idk why is this photo taken, but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUllZjhPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ODyJdEYe22o/s1600-h/5651_143883919008_537264008_3185509_2326400_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUllZjhPI/AAAAAAAABjQ/ODyJdEYe22o/s320/5651_143883919008_537264008_3185509_2326400_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366413435659846898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see Nadzirah, the sign and her body fits.&lt;br /&gt;Why? She telling herself to swear her heart to die now. LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Joking luh, she looked damn cute LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVYjwKojI/AAAAAAAABkY/QpXLtp_VnbI/s1600-h/5651_143883939008_537264008_3185512_8264652_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVYjwKojI/AAAAAAAABkY/QpXLtp_VnbI/s320/5651_143883939008_537264008_3185512_8264652_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414311391142450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't start jumping yet, and our faces looked damn retarded LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVYbZcqJI/AAAAAAAABkQ/bGxqqS156zo/s1600-h/5651_143883959008_537264008_3185515_553699_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVYbZcqJI/AAAAAAAABkQ/bGxqqS156zo/s320/5651_143883959008_537264008_3185515_553699_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414309148371090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a good jump! Omg, miiE iiSh cUtezxzxz. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVX6GuYeI/AAAAAAAABkI/22w_1phEfoE/s1600-h/5651_143883979008_537264008_3185519_6672519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVX6GuYeI/AAAAAAAABkI/22w_1phEfoE/s320/5651_143883979008_537264008_3185519_6672519_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414300211470818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See their faces, like constipated face.&lt;br /&gt;But they shy to shit in the sea, LOL. Joking. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVXl87nzI/AAAAAAAABkA/SFTqbtHf8zk/s1600-h/5651_143886494008_537264008_3185627_510203_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVXl87nzI/AAAAAAAABkA/SFTqbtHf8zk/s320/5651_143886494008_537264008_3185627_510203_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414294801686322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, look at Hillary, she's sinking! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I think I took this picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVXY1V5OI/AAAAAAAABj4/Q8d-PScsV5c/s1600-h/5651_143886504008_537264008_3185628_3665469_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlVXY1V5OI/AAAAAAAABj4/Q8d-PScsV5c/s320/5651_143886504008_537264008_3185628_3665469_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366414291280192738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @Hillary Seng Xue Wei, LOLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWbK7EnhI/AAAAAAAABlA/jMh7WQXs81s/s1600-h/5651_143886509008_537264008_3185629_2298918_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWbK7EnhI/AAAAAAAABlA/jMh7WQXs81s/s320/5651_143886509008_537264008_3185629_2298918_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366415455777234450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture like I'm showing off my nehxz sia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWa0-P1sI/AAAAAAAABk4/pyVkQoOKeR0/s1600-h/5651_143886519008_537264008_3185630_1868521_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWa0-P1sI/AAAAAAAABk4/pyVkQoOKeR0/s320/5651_143886519008_537264008_3185630_1868521_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366415449884972738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUMPS, CHEESE, ROCKNROLL, ACT CUTE, BLUHSHITS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWajzVkRI/AAAAAAAABkw/9qR7YzAu3Kc/s1600-h/5651_143886534008_537264008_3185631_7460519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWajzVkRI/AAAAAAAABkw/9qR7YzAu3Kc/s320/5651_143886534008_537264008_3185631_7460519_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366415445275808018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY, ME HIGHEST. HILLARY'S STILL ON THE GROUND, WTF LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWaaLT3yI/AAAAAAAABko/bC8RoT5mNkA/s1600-h/6331_1124045376161_1077915615_30333616_6767747_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWaaLT3yI/AAAAAAAABko/bC8RoT5mNkA/s320/6331_1124045376161_1077915615_30333616_6767747_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366415442692005666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unglam face, stupid eddy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for Hillary's cakeeeeeeee to chop chop and rip and get eaten LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWaBcEstI/AAAAAAAABkg/3trBq5jAxt0/s1600-h/6331_1124045496164_1077915615_30333619_546176_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlWaBcEstI/AAAAAAAABkg/3trBq5jAxt0/s320/6331_1124045496164_1077915615_30333619_546176_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366415436051428050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ Nadzirah, HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXM1q4BoI/AAAAAAAABlo/O0f37KUFNt4/s1600-h/6331_1124045536165_1077915615_30333620_5948307_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXM1q4BoI/AAAAAAAABlo/O0f37KUFNt4/s320/6331_1124045536165_1077915615_30333620_5948307_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416309065614978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLL, sorry uh lazy rotate pic.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is Hillary Seng Xue Wei, killing her darn cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXKKOlztI/AAAAAAAABlg/BMIFEhxPxlk/s1600-h/6331_1124045576166_1077915615_30333621_204746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXKKOlztI/AAAAAAAABlg/BMIFEhxPxlk/s320/6331_1124045576166_1077915615_30333621_204746_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416263044517586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she made it, she had killed her arse cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJwAHKGI/AAAAAAAABlY/RAYn7t499vc/s1600-h/6331_1124045656168_1077915615_30333623_5799674_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJwAHKGI/AAAAAAAABlY/RAYn7t499vc/s320/6331_1124045656168_1077915615_30333623_5799674_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416256004466786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ Hakim's face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJnUO6_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/IQHA2t6P-0k/s1600-h/6331_1124045736170_1077915615_30333625_2548831_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJnUO6_I/AAAAAAAABlQ/IQHA2t6P-0k/s320/6331_1124045736170_1077915615_30333625_2548831_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416253672942578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Friendxz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJaXDaLI/AAAAAAAABlI/jttTtFRInWw/s1600-h/6331_1124045896174_1077915615_30333629_931428_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlXJaXDaLI/AAAAAAAABlI/jttTtFRInWw/s320/6331_1124045896174_1077915615_30333629_931428_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366416250195110066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtfcxz, I didn't know lorh, but nehmind. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX8D55W0I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ghLvLUYZda8/s1600-h/6331_1124046056178_1077915615_30333633_2221673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX8D55W0I/AAAAAAAABmQ/ghLvLUYZda8/s320/6331_1124046056178_1077915615_30333633_2221673_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417120340564802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX78k79sI/AAAAAAAABmI/AvTJ2RHvkdA/s1600-h/6331_1124046216182_1077915615_30333637_5384395_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX78k79sI/AAAAAAAABmI/AvTJ2RHvkdA/s320/6331_1124046216182_1077915615_30333637_5384395_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417118373607106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Nadzirah plan to feed me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX7ZLzVsI/AAAAAAAABmA/qyQjSPx9GpY/s1600-h/6331_1124046256183_1077915615_30333638_5210992_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX7ZLzVsI/AAAAAAAABmA/qyQjSPx9GpY/s320/6331_1124046256183_1077915615_30333638_5210992_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417108872943298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sad..., she feed Hillary instead. -sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX7B-2hXI/AAAAAAAABl4/5d1g_Pd8D8A/s1600-h/6331_1124046296184_1077915615_30333639_1625560_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX7B-2hXI/AAAAAAAABl4/5d1g_Pd8D8A/s320/6331_1124046296184_1077915615_30333639_1625560_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417102644610418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Hakim like holding something....hmmm....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX65hQnRI/AAAAAAAABlw/lasuNfhr22E/s1600-h/6331_1124046416187_1077915615_30333642_3724189_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlX65hQnRI/AAAAAAAABlw/lasuNfhr22E/s320/6331_1124046416187_1077915615_30333642_3724189_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417100373007634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, SHAIKKKK. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlYbGrDOEI/AAAAAAAABmY/6H9_tdKrMFg/s1600-h/6331_1124046456188_1077915615_30333643_4580744_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlYbGrDOEI/AAAAAAAABmY/6H9_tdKrMFg/s320/6331_1124046456188_1077915615_30333643_4580744_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366417653659547714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, stupid eddy. Take photo of me after bathing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZC5hhUyI/AAAAAAAABnA/nqWnCAwUDus/s1600-h/DSC07289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZC5hhUyI/AAAAAAAABnA/nqWnCAwUDus/s320/DSC07289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418337324684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakima and Samurai Dimsum! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZChm8ncI/AAAAAAAABm4/6FoEzRFdt8k/s1600-h/DSC07290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZChm8ncI/AAAAAAAABm4/6FoEzRFdt8k/s320/DSC07290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418330904993218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotongcxz &amp; Willy Wonka! oops. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZCR3wmUI/AAAAAAAABmw/Lb4E8BTx8s4/s1600-h/DSC07291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZCR3wmUI/AAAAAAAABmw/Lb4E8BTx8s4/s320/DSC07291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418326680541506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LAME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZCDyRXCI/AAAAAAAABmo/lK9wwN6pd1E/s1600-h/DSC07292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZCDyRXCI/AAAAAAAABmo/lK9wwN6pd1E/s320/DSC07292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418322899426338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ HAKIM.&lt;br /&gt;My finger purposely put at his nostril there, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZBsJwO3I/AAAAAAAABmg/xTLldGU4fWk/s1600-h/DSC07294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZBsJwO3I/AAAAAAAABmg/xTLldGU4fWk/s320/DSC07294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366418316555467634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomcxz. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ5WnghEI/AAAAAAAABno/MLtcxYe7tvU/s1600-h/DSC07298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ5WnghEI/AAAAAAAABno/MLtcxYe7tvU/s320/DSC07298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366419272847361090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestieeees! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ5BwZB6I/AAAAAAAABng/jZw5eRcXTww/s1600-h/DSC07299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ5BwZB6I/AAAAAAAABng/jZw5eRcXTww/s320/DSC07299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366419267247474594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ48HTooI/AAAAAAAABnY/yHpyB7WYalI/s1600-h/DSC07300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ48HTooI/AAAAAAAABnY/yHpyB7WYalI/s320/DSC07300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366419265732977282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ4guai0I/AAAAAAAABnQ/IRzSZ1ltc7s/s1600-h/DSC07301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlZ4guai0I/AAAAAAAABnQ/IRzSZ1ltc7s/s320/DSC07301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366419258380815170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-endczxzzczxcxzcxzcz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-415074895471506441?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/415074895471506441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/415074895471506441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentosa-drop-out.html' title='Sentosa Drop-Out.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnlUm6nF3JI/AAAAAAAABjw/XZtiRNWcilU/s72-c/5651_143881484008_537264008_3185472_8270601_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-804026979005868187</id><published>2009-08-02T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:29:53.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With Lover.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Back home &amp; dinner itself, ohohz.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, went to church today.&lt;br /&gt;And attend Father Renckens's Funeral, I couldn't cry, but I cried secretly.&lt;br /&gt;I've to hold up my mom's emotion of tears.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't wish to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me so much in the past, and I'll feel like crying even more.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, went to Aunt's house downstairs eat the famous Wanton Mee! :)&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, missed those childhood past times, like...seriously. :I&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, afterwards I went to cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously regretted it, LOL. I looked like aunty, wtf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind you knowz, me going to rebond and cut hair with Hillary soon after exams! (:&lt;br /&gt;Or let's say, after we graduate? YES, I NEED TO DYE MY HAIR. -yawnxz.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, after cutting hair, took a short nap before I go meet &lt;b&gt;PIG&lt;/b&gt;, I mean &lt;b&gt;DEAREST(!)&lt;/b&gt; LOL. :X&lt;br /&gt;Woke up abit late after that, -.-"&lt;br /&gt;My aunt totally forgotten about waking me up, ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, took bus afterwards, and headed down to Commonwealth MRT.&lt;br /&gt;And took the train to Bedok! Woo. :p&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the train absolute crowded, wtfish. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yeshaaaa, reached Bedok MRT.&lt;br /&gt;All I saw was. - "A Guy With A Black Shirt Reading Newspaper Like An Old Man In Disguise, Hmm." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, I guess I've bullied him alot today, hoho horlicks! LOL. -mad.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, we headed to the library and again children's corner, go and die, LOLLLL. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, I'm too kiddo alr, but fun luh, see dearest kena by kids, LOL. :P&lt;br /&gt;Joking luh, I where got so bad.&lt;br /&gt;I helped him abit of english compo, I also dunno what to think of.&lt;br /&gt;Because LOL, it's his compo "life" what, so if I'm his life uh, I will know what to write about his compo topic nia. D:&lt;br /&gt;Ew, and also bully me by taking pictures, ROAR. -revenges. :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that lol, he went to buy bubbletea, o.o"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH, something funny happened, I beh tahan nia, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want mention, later he strangle me. :( LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, kk then stroll around til we went to Bedok MRT and take train, ohohz.&lt;br /&gt;We're early! WTF LOL. Accompanied til Yew Tee MRT. o.o"&lt;br /&gt;And lurbxz by dearest, LOL. (L)&lt;br /&gt;Walked home, realizing my parents not at home, screwed them.&lt;br /&gt;They went for their romantic walk again and bought for me dinner.&lt;br /&gt;THEY STARVED ME, HOW DARE THEY. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. I'm freaking ass tired.&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW'S SLEEPY MONDAY, ew. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want post your 3 unglam pics, because me veh guai and not so mean de, huhu. LOL. :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-804026979005868187?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/804026979005868187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/804026979005868187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-lover.html' title='With Lover.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6082583149797773282</id><published>2009-08-01T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T22:45:05.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWS!</title><content type='html'>Ohai peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back home, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, today's Saturday, whaoooo!&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early morning, had a morning jog from Yewtee to Zhenghua Park.&lt;br /&gt;Shiok sia, hahahaha, then bodyaches for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Came back home ate Burger King, thanks daddy! :D&lt;br /&gt;And then prepare for a bath, and off I go for &lt;b&gt;SWS!&lt;/b&gt; Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and when I reached Buona Vista MRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for Hidayah and we went to the provision shop and buy mineral water and snacks! Yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;Went too early, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Was about to go downstairs, but then Huimei just nice arrived and open the door.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stroll around LOL, nehmind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that ate snacks.&lt;br /&gt;And wth man, Huimei suddenly so hyper.&lt;br /&gt;And she interupt both of mine and Hidayah's conversation, ew.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly she went to take candid shots, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I took hers, so step zilian can, hahahaha. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;After that practice! Conductor never come, ew go and die. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Haha, played a warm-up piece, fun sia, but blur off abit.&lt;br /&gt;Then played Totoro song and 3 other pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Ew, I love Totoro song sia, but stupid photocopier machine. (CURSES!)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, then I forgot her name.&lt;br /&gt;Let's call her &lt;B&gt;TTY&lt;/b&gt; (Talk to yourself), everyone calls her that.&lt;br /&gt;She's a korean, looked like in her 20s, but hell no! - She's 15 but sec 2. o.o&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, CUTE LUH SHE, I WILL LOVE TO MIX THIS KIND OF FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;But shy lah, cheeeey. Joking, but at the moment, was pretty giddy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, everyone seems to make fun of her, hahaha! Beh tahan lah she too cute.&lt;br /&gt;Screw Hillary, call me ahma during band, LOL. :(&lt;br /&gt;Then Hakim they all sabootage me, -sobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, after band.&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;b&gt;Fathin's house&lt;/b&gt; to makan Mee Siam and chicken!&lt;br /&gt;Wooohooo, -drools alot.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, took bus to Fathin's house, LONG JOURNEY.&lt;br /&gt;Stand throughout til beh tahan. I want to die. Then I sat on my saxophone case, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And finally reached to Fathin's house, hohoo!&lt;br /&gt;MEE SIAM AND CHICKEN, OMG FAVED, LOLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;TTY suddenly rushed and makan, HAHA LOL. Cute sia. xP&lt;br /&gt;Then the dining table full, haiyoooh.&lt;br /&gt;So myself, hakim and hidayah sit at the living room floor and table makan.&lt;br /&gt;Poor thing right? But very loyalty LOL, jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV, Home Funniest Videos &amp; Freaky Friday, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh til beh tahan. And I wanted to get more chickens, I only ate twice.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rest take more than me, -sobs. I want cry alr.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks to Zubaidah, stole one of her drumsticks, no lah, she give me eat, fair enough, HAHAHA. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to go home, it's already quite late.&lt;br /&gt;So waited for the bus more than 15 mins. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And had a ride til Booy Lay MRT, and took train.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures, candid ones, LOLLL. Boren lah, lmao.&lt;br /&gt;Then homeddddd! (L)&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm so dead tired, ciaos! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTkurSocI/AAAAAAAABiI/sdTUduVaY8w/s1600-h/huimei1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTkurSocI/AAAAAAAABiI/sdTUduVaY8w/s320/huimei1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004946575106498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to take candid photos of Hidayah, but a &lt;b&gt;FAIL!&lt;/b&gt; LOL. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTkLrjtcI/AAAAAAAABiA/68YA_K1G1pk/s1600-h/huimeizilianz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTkLrjtcI/AAAAAAAABiA/68YA_K1G1pk/s320/huimeizilianz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004937180984770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to shoot a picture of each other.&lt;br /&gt;See, this picture like as if she's zilian on mirror, LOL. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTj9W2DCI/AAAAAAAABh4/0u2E_9WeT-4/s1600-h/candidvny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTj9W2DCI/AAAAAAAABh4/0u2E_9WeT-4/s320/candidvny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004933336009762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew, got caught. got candid. by myself. -bhb. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTjtzn43I/AAAAAAAABhw/2bXtquIDS3k/s1600-h/CORNXZ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTjtzn43I/AAAAAAAABhw/2bXtquIDS3k/s320/CORNXZ.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004929161749362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, the Saxophone "COVER" to protect from rust and dust in it.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like corn from here, HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTja3qc9I/AAAAAAAABho/6Xv_X_LCni4/s1600-h/dadayh111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTja3qc9I/AAAAAAAABho/6Xv_X_LCni4/s320/dadayh111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365004924078420946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I DIDN'T MEAN TO TYPE THOSE WORDS.&lt;br /&gt;BUT PERHAPS I CAN READ HER MIND HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUoFpxeFI/AAAAAAAABig/DzaXNAHKwJA/s1600-h/vanhilzubbb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUoFpxeFI/AAAAAAAABig/DzaXNAHKwJA/s320/vanhilzubbb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365006103793989714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;font color="red"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUn4QMmRI/AAAAAAAABiY/uiOg5MoUPGg/s1600-h/hakimakkk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUn4QMmRI/AAAAAAAABiY/uiOg5MoUPGg/s320/hakimakkk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365006100197054738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLL. this one also. I didn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;But the mind will give me shit, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUnc2KZvI/AAAAAAAABiQ/lQX8upQtsIs/s1600-h/reflectionsofvny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRUnc2KZvI/AAAAAAAABiQ/lQX8upQtsIs/s320/reflectionsofvny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365006092840101618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing offzzzxxzxzxzx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6082583149797773282?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6082583149797773282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6082583149797773282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/sws.html' title='SWS!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnRTkurSocI/AAAAAAAABiI/sdTUduVaY8w/s72-c/huimei1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7926366222569361437</id><published>2009-07-31T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:41:46.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nycxz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnLuyTGgSYI/AAAAAAAABhg/B4Arna27yuM/s320/vnyyyyy2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364612654040107394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, Yes Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday, Yes Freaky Friday! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay randomcxz. xO&lt;br /&gt;Hm yeah, first period science, got test.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed my brain alittle, LOL. Morning somemore, damn sleepy can. ):&lt;br /&gt;Yes, received sms from Aunty Molly than Father Renckens passed away.&lt;br /&gt;Went in tears for awhile, but I can't keep my state like this.&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed awhile in class after I've finish my test.&lt;br /&gt;And Amen! - And then I wipe offmy tears.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's my favourite so far, every priest are faved. (:&lt;br /&gt;Argh, then later english, boring luh.&lt;br /&gt;All I did is chit-chat and then do my work halfway, -lazyyy.&lt;br /&gt;And then Maths, did finish paper 2 revision, then paper 1.&lt;br /&gt;It bores me alittle, lol. Idk why nowadays Mr Ho abit like bo link. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Teach maths then suddenly other topic, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Bah nevermind, had recess.&lt;br /&gt;Add the sandwich which Fay gave me, chilli and egg, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Delicious of course, haha, my primary school times got each such sandwich. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to the lab for EBS.&lt;br /&gt;Since I've done my work.&lt;br /&gt;Habbo, Facebook, Ebuddy, Bloghopper. (L)&lt;br /&gt;I helped Marlia for typing maniac - scored 391 I think, LOL. I rule.&lt;br /&gt;I pwned Jared dearest already, be happy hor! LOL, joking.&lt;br /&gt;HURHURHURHUR, I'M SO EVIL. D:&lt;br /&gt;Then Sebestian not happy with me for helping other people score higher, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic, I only can score higher when I'm abit off mood. :P&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly Mr Chui made an announcement, that all sec 4 batch go hall.&lt;br /&gt;CANNING! EXCITEMENT, OHOH, joking la. I pity them, those who're in pain. :I&lt;br /&gt;I thought 17 will be canned today, ended up 12. 1 absent. supposed to be 13 total on stage, ew. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 people who got canned was by Mr Ho, he can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;I know he feel sympathy, because he got kids.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, Mr Chui whack so hard, can feel the pain nia, but no choice luh, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had Chinese Oral Prelim.&lt;br /&gt;I was the last, ew. First come first served.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't had tell Cai Wenjie about it, ewwwww. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hm, yeahhhhhh. Was bored in classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even want anyone to spot me on the phone with dearest, but tio spotted ):&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, then all buly me, eeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Then WJ went to turn the clock upside down, SO FUNNEH. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after oral and whatever, I went back to canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards me and Hillary walked to bangkit then went to 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Spicy mushroom noodles! Yummyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to school eat, after eating, Fay and the rest arrived, ooo.&lt;br /&gt;And went of to Syifa's house for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;After that me and Fay went home together, ooo.&lt;br /&gt;And homed! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then passed Fay her ethnic costume then she went homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, kk.&lt;br /&gt;Tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;-dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7926366222569361437?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7926366222569361437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7926366222569361437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/nycxz.html' title='Nycxz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SnLuyTGgSYI/AAAAAAAABhg/B4Arna27yuM/s72-c/vnyyyyy2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2376186953266540665</id><published>2009-07-29T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:02:54.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me thy love of yours.</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, hi, I'm posting.&lt;br /&gt;Without pictures, too tired alr, haha. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I feel very sad.&lt;br /&gt;Because Father Renken is critical condition!&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn sad lah, dear lord jesus, i pray that Fr. Renken have a full speedy recovery! And the pain in him must be gone! AMEN, and AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when all my favourite priest, or any in such terrible state, -sighs.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, quit emoing alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, haha.&lt;br /&gt;During english period, heard my group won again.&lt;br /&gt;But still, I don't need the McDonald coupon, because I join the competition for fun case, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, freaking hyper today.&lt;br /&gt;Even so during lessons which were in the lab today, alot of people ask me to help them in typing maniac.&lt;br /&gt;Each other saying "NO, don't help."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, but I helped Wenjie though, lols. xP&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that the feeling of being number one is meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It's just a game, as long you're populated around your friend's trustworthy heart, will do the winning and pride, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Chim? Forget it, perhaps I'm too "In-ga-leeesh" today. (English)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, joking. I'm just random, oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Hillary's house to change into PE clothes, her PE clothes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, again an unexpected badminton call-out. xO&lt;br /&gt;So, after that walking along, saw Sebestian and his friend at the traffic light junction near Pending LRT, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Hillary gong2 forgot to bring racket, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then she had to run back.&lt;br /&gt;His friend suddenly offer me tissue, and Sebestian laughed, go and die. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, finally Hillary came back and we went to Zhenghua CC.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised to see Hafiz and Shaik there, ohohz.&lt;br /&gt;Wah, Hafiz so fierce while playing, aiya he act only, LOL, joking.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I ate my lunch first. Bought at 7-11, huhu.&lt;br /&gt;After eating I went playing non-stop til 6pm sharp k. xP&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, hyper too much, dunno whyz.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all shuttlecork sucks please, hit like hell or whatever smack...,&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN SUDDENLY LOL, JUST NICE 6PM HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then me, hafiz, eddy and hakim laughed like shit.&lt;br /&gt;Challenging who can make the shuttlecork destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Me and hakim win! TACKLE TEAM HOHO. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after that meet Fay. Ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home like zombie, too tired alr. Ew. x(&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner, woah shiok pls, porridge with seaweedddddddd. :P&lt;br /&gt;Yes, too simple food right? But I love it okay, korean style of eating in a poor country sideeeeeee. If you know what I meant. :p&lt;br /&gt;K baaaai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ohoh, loveloveeee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2376186953266540665?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2376186953266540665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2376186953266540665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/give-me-thy-love-of-yours.html' title='Give me thy love of yours.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-485515431832237461</id><published>2009-07-28T18:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:21:35.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANDID DAY. Oh.</title><content type='html'>Hi, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from school, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school early, but as usual I wait for Fay &amp; Hakim.&lt;br /&gt;Again, hillary's late! But this time round she got gastric, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, went to school.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Mr Malik and Cik (Security Guard)&lt;br /&gt;Purposely call me Siti or Lonkang, double sia. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! ):&lt;br /&gt;Bah whatever, then lesson starts.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, science period hor - receive results.&lt;br /&gt;I got 67/100 by percentage yooooo! -happy. xO&lt;br /&gt;Okay, too bhb already, jokeees.&lt;br /&gt;After that PE, never run sia, because 4E4 don't want run, I mean some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then my class only 3, which i'm one of the 3s. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Ew, then I nearly go play basketball, but I've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;BADMINTOOOOOON WOOOOO. My arm never ache nia, idk why. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pe I had MT, boring. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then MT become english lesson, dunno why Ms Cheah suddenly show the presentation like Mr Koh style. xP&lt;br /&gt;Recess time, nothing much luh.&lt;br /&gt;Tasted Zubaidah's mom cooking I think, I (L) the fish canxz. D:&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my friend's mother cook for me. ):&lt;br /&gt;Okay off topic, after that EBS.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun filling in the blanks and get extra marks from Mr Soh sia, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm yep, then had english.&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo, spelling competition is fun canxz, my group won wtf, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;But there's another competition, results out tmr. -worries. xO&lt;br /&gt;English lesson damn power luh today, Ms Toh! Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;After that maths, fell asleep abit, too tired for the whole day, luckily last lesson sia, beh tahan le. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school horxz.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Hakim went to find Mr Lim for Science remedial, Hillary joined us later.&lt;br /&gt;She playing PSP, LOL. But yeah, perhaps she needa break, huhu. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Mr Lim again laughed at my stupid funny blurblur actions or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I always ask him and Hakim to shut up, wlao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;All buuwee me, think funny issit, joking LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then did my work and corrections, then Mr Lim say I gong, wtfcxz. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I revision weak, but test I score high, LOL. Very miracly unexpected. x.x&lt;br /&gt;After that, Mr Lim has to go for meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Hakim and Hillary slack at the canteen til...,&lt;br /&gt;1. Huixian finished her whatever stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hillary waiting for Zubaidah and Fay.&lt;br /&gt;And three of them, whom we're waiting, appeared at the same time, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home in different route, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Me take train long way, I don't want be so bad to Huixian's friend, Jenny, hahas.&lt;br /&gt;Then accompany her to the long way, then me huixian went home by bus, and homed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures Pictures, RANDOM LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I looked supa fat in these pics.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07122.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07122.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so wickeddddd, hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07121.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07121.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I looked damn arsehole shitface here. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07117.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07117.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, LOL. I feel retarded here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07116.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, wtf. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07113.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07113.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Again wtf, heh. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07105.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07105.jpg" border="0" alt=":d"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian zhou de liannn, HAHAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07102.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07102.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, HILLARY'S PIG FACE, HAHAHAHAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07099.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07099.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAw!$@#%@#$!@#$@%#$@%#%#$@%%@#! HAKIMAAAAA, LOLLLLLL@$@!$@!&lt;br /&gt;He looked exactly like Sims 3 the guy, HAHAHAHA, WTFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07098.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07098.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!$!%!%!%@.&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER SIMS 3 CHARACTER, THE PERV TEACHER VERSION HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07096.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07096.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HILLARY SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07084.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, sorry for the censorship, it's freaking fugly canxz. ):&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if you want to know behind this censorship, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07088.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, fook face, heh. Psycho ohohohohoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07083.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07083.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07075.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL. HAHAHHA. D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07069.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07069.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qian zhou de liannn again! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07041.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07041.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English Spelling Competition! :D&lt;br /&gt;MY GROUP WONNNNNN ~ FYIIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall show you how you give fuck face to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07040-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, LIKE HAKIM K. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, yesterday hillary was not around.&lt;br /&gt;After school, just only me, hakima and zyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;We went to EBS lab, instea dof doing coursework, we did typing maniac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07023-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07023-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, challenge ah? LOL. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07022-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07022-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somemore serious siak.&lt;br /&gt;But her brains falling off soon, LOL. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07021-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07021-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginner here is so focus manxz.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry, still noob hoho. LOL joking. kekehxz. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07230.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, THE "NOOBEST" IS PLAYING, BWAHAHAHA. no luh, me proxz. -bhb. Joking heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC07231.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC07231.jpg" border="0" alt=":Dt"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture, Hakim say like we're pretending to be serious over coursework.&lt;br /&gt;But no, we're not that purely innocent, he watching me play typing maniac.&lt;br /&gt;Can tell from my face, smiling and step innocent HOHO. LOLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poof, bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-485515431832237461?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/485515431832237461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/485515431832237461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/candid-day-oh.html' title='CANDID DAY. Oh.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4425872675534461825</id><published>2009-07-21T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:33:08.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial nor Racist day.</title><content type='html'>Ok hi, seriously hi.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, okay stop fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Racial Harmony happens today!&lt;br /&gt;But ended up shit to me, to me arh! Because I've wasted many things, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, otw to YT MRT, I sat one side newarby YT Point. Why? I shy what, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Then waiting for Fay to lend me her slippers, big size man, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have asked for size 9 of "hers", perhaps 7 - 8 LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I suffered along going to school, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, actually I want to wear my Peranakan clothings, but shy lah. D:&lt;br /&gt;Especially it's damn obvious and very exposed. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off topic, After school time k.&lt;br /&gt;Then went around Fajar with Hakim and Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;Random, lol, aiya lazy blog wth. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then hyper like hell, then went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;And watched Greenridge Idol for awhile!&lt;br /&gt;Omg, rocks lah, but abit boring in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I heard my friend Syifa got 1st runner up and Salihan got the "throne", woo, grats man! :)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever luh, NEXXXXXT! &lt;br /&gt;I went back home with Fay halfway, then I went home on my own.&lt;br /&gt;Heh yea, then blog lor, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, lazy blog, tired alr.&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06734.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06734.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Hakim candid HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06736.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06736.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Toh &amp; Amanda! Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06737.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06737.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I luv Ms Toh, because she sheeeeeeeekseeeeeeyyyyy! LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Me and her, we matching couples right? Oops, ew! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06738.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06738.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary's a nutcase. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06739.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHEM* Oh, did I do this on purpose? Kekes, joking.&lt;br /&gt;Best friends on the talk of mission! Jang2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06741.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06741.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, they're laughing at someone's mispitch. I forgot who. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06742.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06742.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, wait, I don't recall what they're doing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06743.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hear Syifa sings, we felt so in lalaland, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06745.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06745.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, since when Hillary become so "lady", wait no! SHE LOOKED LIKE HARRY POTTER, OUCH. Gay version I guess, *laughs* oo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=DSC06746.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/DSC06746.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Besties! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4425872675534461825?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4425872675534461825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4425872675534461825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/racial-nor-racist-day.html' title='Racial nor Racist day.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7404547262537057308</id><published>2009-07-20T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:01:46.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study with Alexster.</title><content type='html'>Ok hai.&lt;br /&gt;LOl, another blogging, yet I'm freaking ass tired alright. :I&lt;br /&gt;Yes, normal school days, skipped that topic.&lt;br /&gt;After school I went to meet Alexster.&lt;br /&gt;So fucked up with my dad just now, long story.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to say that, but it's totally unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, off topic.&lt;br /&gt;At least I concentrate abit of my work, but still quite stress over some stuffs in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed the month of July, aw shit. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, met up with Alexster halfway going in to Yishun Library, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Saw her new haircut, looked odd with school uniform, she's biggo size yoh! LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;And saw many hairs on her shoulder, I helped to remove it! See I so good, kekes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, headed in the library, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Sit at Cafe Galilee area because I anytime will be hungry "type". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Bought fries and chocolate with ice-cream toppings. O:&lt;br /&gt;And trying my best to concentrate doing my work til Alexster talks about... something.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got the urge to talk non-stop and disturb Alexster, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I already did, ohoh. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah after studying, we went to McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;Alexster went to buy ice-cream, makes me hungry but already going home! Ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;And Alexster accompany me til the end of the underground otw to MRT and HUGGED! :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes! Then took train, walk, home!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ah, damn lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Screw blogger again, how to upload pictures? Lazy to upload @Imageshack &amp; @Photobucket. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bye. -dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Isn't it so hard to know each one another's trueself?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7404547262537057308?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7404547262537057308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7404547262537057308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/study-with-alexster.html' title='Study with Alexster.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7474397293502997707</id><published>2009-07-20T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:44:47.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday with J.</title><content type='html'>Ok hai.&lt;br /&gt;Blogger serious got problems, I find my icons quite weird.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah, I shall start blogging?&lt;br /&gt;As usual, church in morning, very tired k.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, wow to think the red checkered bag bag I just bought, stained my white shirt, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;And I have to wear my stupid old brown clothing, which I looked obviously alittle weird on it.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I felt like I'm such a small girl like someone, my best friend, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not gonna mention, if not she's gonna kill me 102%, lul. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, after I've changed, went to meet dearest.&lt;br /&gt;And realizing, we didn't study after that at Bedok, LOL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told him to come over the west - Jurong Point, HEH.&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, Tampiness mall so boring already, LOL, not even a single point going there.&lt;br /&gt;Why? And again a why - I stay so far but yet I know Tamp mall so well?&lt;br /&gt;Becuase I keep going there when I was secondary 3, I got bored over it.&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, yeah, I so good wait for him at Eunos patiently, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I got used to this, waiting for people ever since my friend do comparism when sec 2, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then off to Boon Lay, standing in train. -.-&lt;br /&gt;My leg didn't cramp this time, because I've been concentrating on balancing on the train, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, reached Boon Lay Station and off to Jurong point, lul.&lt;br /&gt;We also dunno where to go, funny right? HAHA. But he spotted Adidas shop on the 2nd level.&lt;br /&gt;I did thought of that, but he say himself pro that he spotted quickly, ew shut up! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around and headed to John little, thought got Adidas there, but I remembered only BHG have, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, then offer to Zone X Arcade, lol. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Played silent hill at first, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL, omg I can't believe I've lost this time so badly, wlao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, lol, played the basketball, damn tiring after some rounds.&lt;br /&gt;Then wtf pls, I kana the stomach "collapse" again, zzz.&lt;br /&gt;The Mee Goreng not enough for me I guess, -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Yea, nearly collapse at the arcade, at least I stood strong along.&lt;br /&gt;Then I feel sorry for dearest sia, treat him like maid, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't possibly faint at the public and still move around much.&lt;br /&gt;He brought me to the food court and bought me meepok, LOLLLLL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I ate halfway k, I feel so bad wasting food.&lt;br /&gt;But he rushing for his dinner appointment, so do I, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know it's weird to eat meepok and go for dinner appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I've to eat abit or else I can't move my legs, damn numb pls.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, then after eating, went to Boon Lay MRT Station, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! Before we went to Jurong Point, dearest nearly made me kiss the glass window.&lt;br /&gt;He's trying to put my face completely at the train glass window when I trying to look outside, ew. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, so sad that we later went off from separate trains, -sob.&lt;br /&gt;Heh, went home with the elephant and the goodies that we played at the arcade before the basketball incident, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;My hands more luckier than dearest can, I won jackpot, wooooo.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, he spent alot of money on arcade. -guilty. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, next time my treat alr, Idc k.&lt;br /&gt;He aimed for Sakae, I wanna strangle him to death sia, LOLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Kk, then went home for dinner appointment, suddenly feel "Cold-Winded" there.&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna mention, but after dinner, here I am blogging and watching tv @ the same time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger seriously got problem man, can't upload photos, fuck it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Seeya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearest, I know you want to bully me. But too bad, I'm still pro. LOL JOKING. -luvs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7474397293502997707?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7474397293502997707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7474397293502997707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunday-with-j.html' title='Sunday with J.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4832092965513383609</id><published>2009-07-18T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:02:07.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LurvedLuv.</title><content type='html'>Hai peeps!&lt;br /&gt;Yehyeh, haihai. Omg, so hyper.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so weak, like no blood nia. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah, woke up around 8am plus, cook breakfast. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I realised my dad went Johor in the morning, wth pls, my mom working thou. ._.&lt;br /&gt;So, cook fried rice, waiting for 9am strikes to wake dearest up, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Erm, then Habboing in the morning, played facebook, bored man.&lt;br /&gt;After that, I went to bathe and dry my hair. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, off I went to City Hall meet dearest, I woke him up around 9am, oh!~&lt;br /&gt;Then one part of sms, I told him I wearing white, he also. -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay lah, then we together go to Peninsula Plaza that I just went ytd.&lt;br /&gt;Finding my black cardigan, ytd $12 now $15, funny promotion ass. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Er yeah, walked around the shops, nothing attracts my pair of eyes. ):&lt;br /&gt;So, we both went to Suntec instead.&lt;br /&gt;Along our way, we walked through CityLink, he ever want to find his Adidas belt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But the 1st shop close, LOL, haven't open yet, so SUNTEC CITY! ;p&lt;br /&gt;And yah, walked around Suntec til I went to the Pet Shop, omg pls, rabbits damn cute cancxz. ._.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, my mom hates rabbits because they stink, really do stinked! x.x&lt;br /&gt;Then off around SUNTEC CITY! And found another adidas shop, don't have the one he wanted, LOL. Ew. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then we decided to go bugis, which is a stop away from city hall, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, we walked around Bugis Junction, suddenly felt thristy. D:&lt;br /&gt;So went Cold storage, and we both bought grape juice, O.O&lt;br /&gt;Eh, the bottle damn cute can! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And ohoh, we walked around like, damn funny can, there's one part we realised that we like went back to 3rd storey again, but we forgot that we came down from the other side of the escalator, LOL. xP&lt;br /&gt;Hm, then decided to watch movie - Harry Potter. Ohoh. ~&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, went up and sit down til 1.30pm, which is the time when the movie started la.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before we went in, I bought popcorns and a drink for myself, MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, before that I was on the queue and he went to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;When I was looking somewhere on my right, I turned my head on my left, dearest scare me. Wlao, LOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhhh, went inside the cinema, just nice after 2 "Coming Soon" movies just passed and the movie started straight away.&lt;br /&gt;Damn long lah the movie, 2 hours plus I guess, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Was too tired, I use dearest as my pillow, LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the chair, damn hardcore please, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I prefer vivocity the chair, huhu, ~.~"&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, suddenly I felt so urgent, went to the toilet. D:&lt;br /&gt;And came back to the cinema like some idiot, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! I held dearest's hand, I was too cold I guess.&lt;br /&gt;But dammit, his hand freaking sweaty, LOL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after the movie, we went to the MRT Station. ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, have to rush to SWS BBQ thingy, HAHA. D:&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, I hugged dearest before I went in the train. o.o"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I always do that to my "close" friends before I leave the place or something.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, then otw to Lakeside, played PSP and sms at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;While I reached Lakeside MRT Station, I called Hillary's hp for directions.&lt;br /&gt;She dunno about it, LOL. So, I've forgotten who told me the direction.&lt;br /&gt;Big Biggo Thanks &amp; Loves! (L) ;p&lt;br /&gt;Went there first time, ohohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, quite fun luh, stood til 7.15pm, yeah, was too tired and shag.&lt;br /&gt;Then Huimei brought me go bus stop, and just nice bus came! Thanks for accompanying me to bus stop! ;p&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was too dumb alr, and blur today. ):&lt;br /&gt;And yay, homed.&lt;br /&gt;Parents not at home still, PS wo, never ask me go dinner with them. ):&lt;br /&gt;I cooked maggie mee instead, LOL. Lazy cook good food. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;See I so guai, blog finish so that you can read. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But nehmind hor? Quite short, HAHAHA. Orbi. :x&lt;br /&gt;Okay, pictures! -DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjcO-hBNI/AAAAAAAABhY/1DRpcwrJuI0/s1600-h/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjcO-hBNI/AAAAAAAABhY/1DRpcwrJuI0/s320/DSC06672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815105743750354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, 19 is me k. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjb_YkfVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/tT0tcxAMn0c/s1600-h/MurderousPrawners.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjb_YkfVI/AAAAAAAABhQ/tT0tcxAMn0c/s320/MurderousPrawners.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815101558062418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLLLLLLLLLL, OPERATING IN PROGRESS HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjbtyz16I/AAAAAAAABhI/HiINr7JEEJQ/s1600-h/DSC06666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjbtyz16I/AAAAAAAABhI/HiINr7JEEJQ/s320/DSC06666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815096836282274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, SEE PRO RIGHT. KILL PRAWNS, WOO.&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't sick okay, I forgot who's more sick. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjbK2jffI/AAAAAAAABhA/k130hR41KOA/s1600-h/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjbK2jffI/AAAAAAAABhA/k130hR41KOA/s320/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359815087456746994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;luvluv, caturdayxz's fun with you! ;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4832092965513383609?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4832092965513383609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4832092965513383609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/lurvedluv.html' title='LurvedLuv.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmHjcO-hBNI/AAAAAAAABhY/1DRpcwrJuI0/s72-c/DSC06672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2731964941251692448</id><published>2009-07-17T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:38:27.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CheenaGogo.</title><content type='html'>Yes hi, I'm so tired &amp; shag now, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't really real hyper today, I'm just fully random in such ways. x.x&lt;br /&gt;But Idk why I laughed, LOLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay luh, today's Friday finally.&lt;br /&gt;And meeting dearest tomorrow, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;I need hoodies so badly, omfg please, HAHAHA. D:&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan, please, I looked abit ahlian wearing it, but Idk why I (L) it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Vanessa, why are you behaving so weird? Are you having a headache? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Hah-nah, here's today, tired, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I felt so shagggggggggg, nuuuuuuuuuuu. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning uh, wake up as usual 5am, short nap, tie my bloody hair, cook breakfast, watch tv, msn &amp; off I went to school, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Haih, went to school, damn sleepy, roar.&lt;br /&gt;Then meet Fayyadhah, Hakim &amp; Hillary and went to school tgt, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, first lesson alr Science, do alittle of revision then give up, I damn shag can.&lt;br /&gt;And had english afterwards I think, boring.&lt;br /&gt;Maths also, boring please, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I never even eat anything, just randomly slack at canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Then had EBS, never do coursework, play habbo and typing maniac, HAH.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, contact time period, helped people chiong typing maniac, all not happy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Wlao pls, only game, wth you guys thinking, I snapped alittle man. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after school changed and went Zubaidah house.&lt;br /&gt;Slack downstairs with Fayyadhah, waited for Zubaidah to change, lul.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, off to take LRT down to CCK Station and trained down to City Hall.&lt;br /&gt;And went to shops, and bought my bag, and it reminded me to buy hoodie. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my hoodie very small yet got hole, because of my stupid godsister went stretching it and alr got hole, wlao. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Hah, then took pictures near Esplanade area, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Training Fay and Zubaidah some photography skills, ohoh, lul.&lt;br /&gt;And off to Chinatown to look for ethnic costumes, wlao, long journey but nvm.&lt;br /&gt;Because I wanna feel the feeling what happened after I graduated from school, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, damn random, off topic!&lt;br /&gt;Then went home, tired liao.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, Idc what shit, I'm just tired and shag, LOL. ._. END BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS OKAY? HAPPY? GOOD, ENJOY, WLAO LOLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxURUvqCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/XACCRYesaXo/s1600-h/fayvny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxURUvqCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/XACCRYesaXo/s320/fayvny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359408149632624674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxULx-JiI/AAAAAAAABgI/AhHnC4qY-Hg/s1600-h/Unglamshitxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxULx-JiI/AAAAAAAABgI/AhHnC4qY-Hg/s320/Unglamshitxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359408148144596514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, unglam lorh pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken: Fayyadhah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxT1QX7cI/AAAAAAAABgA/YeUCnBYhC8Y/s1600-h/VnyGoBckTimez.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxT1QX7cI/AAAAAAAABgA/YeUCnBYhC8Y/s320/VnyGoBckTimez.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359408142098099650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture taken: Zubaidah. (Not bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxTb8XfTI/AAAAAAAABf4/gnB_V-8wO0U/s1600-h/VnyPhotography1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxTb8XfTI/AAAAAAAABf4/gnB_V-8wO0U/s320/VnyPhotography1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359408135303298354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Taken: Zubaidah. (Not Bad Too! LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxTKKC47I/AAAAAAAABfw/Ej4DVL37Sz0/s1600-h/FayPhotography1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxTKKC47I/AAAAAAAABfw/Ej4DVL37Sz0/s320/FayPhotography1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359408130528830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture Taken: Myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RthEvUI/AAAAAAAABg4/cT8Tpcm-QUQ/s1600-h/Hakimaaaaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RthEvUI/AAAAAAAABg4/cT8Tpcm-QUQ/s320/Hakimaaaaaaa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359422399312084290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Hakim joker sia. Touch himself like touchscreen human. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Computer... Cyborg, ooo. random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RbE1sWI/AAAAAAAABgw/_z3JK6_It3o/s1600-h/Hashbrownsxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RbE1sWI/AAAAAAAABgw/_z3JK6_It3o/s320/Hashbrownsxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359422394361819490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My breakfast, ohoh. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RH-ngvI/AAAAAAAABgo/zpY5wVSIVEw/s1600-h/Faycensorship.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-RH-ngvI/AAAAAAAABgo/zpY5wVSIVEw/s320/Faycensorship.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359422389235450610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. (Cover her brueast.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-Q1KNgXI/AAAAAAAABgg/cx6aXv78MCY/s1600-h/Geeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-Q1KNgXI/AAAAAAAABgg/cx6aXv78MCY/s320/Geeks.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359422384183804274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photography: Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-QfzXCTI/AAAAAAAABgY/M4F-nY67CVE/s1600-h/zubnfay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmB-QfzXCTI/AAAAAAAABgY/M4F-nY67CVE/s320/zubnfay.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359422378450815282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK LAH, BAI. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm having a fever of hyperness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2731964941251692448?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2731964941251692448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2731964941251692448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/cheenagogo.html' title='CheenaGogo.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SmBxURUvqCI/AAAAAAAABgQ/XACCRYesaXo/s72-c/fayvny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6519689198573191260</id><published>2009-07-16T19:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:54:18.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun? Go shit it.</title><content type='html'>Ohai folks.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, back blogging some shits.&lt;br /&gt;No? Sorry, it ain't shits, because my blog is ain't a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Joking, too random and horny and hyper today, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Idk, I've been crapping stupid stuffs lately, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, today's thursday.&lt;br /&gt;More like, quite a slacky thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 life is nothing, but slack but many fun.&lt;br /&gt;Other schools may be different from Greenridge I guess, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Yesyes, lately nowadays also tiring and shaggy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, today? Shall we start? Oh, shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning, I woke up early just to eat breakfast, change, tie hair and off to school.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Fayyadhah will be late or something, so I tried waiting for her at Bangkit.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she's 2 trains after me, with hillary... ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;And woohooo, went to classroom with Hillary, and said a big hello to Amanda! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, random, talked too many random random craps together with Hillary &amp; Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda zi high today, ohoh. LOLLLLLL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, first lesson is Science.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much of work, busy folding paper cranes, HAHA, and slept because I'm quite shag and tired.&lt;br /&gt;And the right side of my neck very pain, so I tried stretching it, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, aftermath - Chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? BORING, let's skip that.&lt;br /&gt;Then lifeskill, went computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda went crazy over the video that I I wanted to show her, laughed til peng, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Chiong typing maniac afterwards, woooohoooo, me is pro, but someone still call me nub, haiz nevermind! ):&lt;br /&gt;Recess time! I also can't recall what I did either, LOL. -.-&lt;br /&gt;And yes! CPA lessons, did theory first then play Typing Maniac and online Habbo.&lt;br /&gt;Oo, I realised Habbo Beta can be online in school network, WOW, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeee, Sebestian seems not happy with my Typing Maniac scores, heh. LOL. x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that maths.&lt;br /&gt;Copy solutions down and figure our own answers, lol!&lt;br /&gt;And during Assembly period, there's obviously no assembly due to h1n1.&lt;br /&gt;Back to Computer lab and chiong Typing maniac and online habbo, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I helped Hillary, Amanda and the rest for typing maniac.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this, I do on Hillary's account, got more than 200k. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, it's Hillary's account, can't believe this, HAHAHAHA. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wth. After school, slack at canteen and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Chit-chat with Hillary til Fay and Zubaidah comes.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, after everything, went home around nearly 6pm by taxi okay. D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's just say forgot timing, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, lazy blog liao.&lt;br /&gt;And hi, 3 more days meet my dearest alr! xO&lt;br /&gt;Me alr miss the nub kid, but haiz, I know I shorty. ):&lt;br /&gt;AND ALRIGHT...,&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES YES ARH, TAKEN YESTERDAY AND TODAY. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmhbrCvI/AAAAAAAABfY/H4boYXR4RCU/s1600-h/LittleMissHyperactive.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmhbrCvI/AAAAAAAABfY/H4boYXR4RCU/s320/LittleMissHyperactive.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042325822245618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, after combing my hair and toilet business, and did this random thingy, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmWjT7aI/AAAAAAAABfQ/XuhGXGm884w/s1600-h/Ohbff.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmWjT7aI/AAAAAAAABfQ/XuhGXGm884w/s320/Ohbff.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042322901495202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Amanda and myself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmD4WAYI/AAAAAAAABfI/sDjN9nHo2ds/s1600-h/thebullyandamanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmD4WAYI/AAAAAAAABfI/sDjN9nHo2ds/s320/thebullyandamanda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042317889438082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, Hillary bully Amanda, HAHA. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kl7nQ0XI/AAAAAAAABfA/723E33ULDX0/s1600-h/fayvann.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kl7nQ0XI/AAAAAAAABfA/723E33ULDX0/s320/fayvann.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042315670311282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and fay! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8klgf0YzI/AAAAAAAABe4/eavDiIsEUuo/s1600-h/vnyzubfayhil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8klgf0YzI/AAAAAAAABe4/eavDiIsEUuo/s320/vnyzubfayhil.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359042308391330610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;font color="red"&gt;LLL&lt;/font&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8lwswOAjI/AAAAAAAABfo/MNI8rQoz7pk/s1600-h/colorfulcranes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8lwswOAjI/AAAAAAAABfo/MNI8rQoz7pk/s320/colorfulcranes.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359043600171532850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Amanda made these colourful cranes.&lt;br /&gt;That is the day when Hillary did not come to school.&lt;br /&gt;While sleeping during science class, woke up and I saw dozen of cranes, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, took this picture of it, can't get a good angle. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8lwJXG60I/AAAAAAAABfg/XMwZwN2_BVw/s1600-h/AmandaVny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8lwJXG60I/AAAAAAAABfg/XMwZwN2_BVw/s320/AmandaVny.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359043590670969666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, TIRED, BYE.&lt;br /&gt;-POOF. Meowmeowmeow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(J)islovedbymekkthxbai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6519689198573191260?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6519689198573191260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6519689198573191260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/fun-go-shit-it.html' title='Fun? Go shit it.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sl8kmhbrCvI/AAAAAAAABfY/H4boYXR4RCU/s72-c/LittleMissHyperactive.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5411477384496340795</id><published>2009-07-11T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:09:26.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VnF.</title><content type='html'>Ohai.&lt;br /&gt;Caturdayz, I know! LOL. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early morning, nothing to do can. -.-&lt;br /&gt;All I did, online early play y8.com games, then habbo.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, didn't went for band today, because my dearest Hidayah never go. ):&lt;br /&gt;My saxophone partner kkk!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out today, but damn lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Til Fayyadhah sms me, LOLLLL. She damn bored, so I accompany her. ;p&lt;br /&gt;First we walked around CCK Cresent then head to Yew Tee Point makan BK.&lt;br /&gt;She cannot eat because she's still coughing, so I eat in front of her, HAHA. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, then walked to Yew Tee Park, chit-chat, and pictures! ;p&lt;br /&gt;Plus she came to my house first time, ohohhh.&lt;br /&gt;She played the piano, and teaches me what Hillary taught, LOLLL, I too noob alr.&lt;br /&gt;Feels noob I guess, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;After everything, I send her home halfway, because going to rain, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe and homed.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures here, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8-CcgsI/AAAAAAAABew/UKJEd0zvZrY/s1600-h/Vanney!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8-CcgsI/AAAAAAAABew/UKJEd0zvZrY/s320/Vanney!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572664411849410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8mp2nbI/AAAAAAAABeo/OwBugUy9Rjw/s1600-h/Fay!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8mp2nbI/AAAAAAAABeo/OwBugUy9Rjw/s320/Fay!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572658134687154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, my darling Fay. LOLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8qXpBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/D70WN9bMV-U/s1600-h/BlueEyedCat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8qXpBhI/AAAAAAAABeg/D70WN9bMV-U/s320/BlueEyedCat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572659132040722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, I luv this cat.&lt;br /&gt;My photography. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8FkIGLI/AAAAAAAABeY/FHL8H9vP4hc/s1600-h/Guitar+Photography1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8FkIGLI/AAAAAAAABeY/FHL8H9vP4hc/s320/Guitar+Photography1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357572649252296882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar, my photography. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;;p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5411477384496340795?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5411477384496340795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5411477384496340795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/vnf.html' title='VnF.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slnr8-CcgsI/AAAAAAAABew/UKJEd0zvZrY/s72-c/Vanney!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5649315591962553135</id><published>2009-07-10T20:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T21:12:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday feva!</title><content type='html'>Oh hai luvlys.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me is blogging, happy? NOW NOW NOW? Joking.&lt;br /&gt;Erm yeah, today's friday wooo.&lt;br /&gt;And I brought guitar to school, wlao lol, damn paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, but I need Hillary to teach me the songs I wanted to learn, chords I meant.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so no choice to bring lorh, later she whack me, sad.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, well in the morning I went to school alone.&lt;br /&gt;Me miss going school with Fayyadhah, just that she 3 Days MC, sad. ):&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, got my guitar pei me hor, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Ahyar, then waited for Hillary and Hakim at Bangkit LRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;Me sweet, Idc whether late, seeeeeee. :D LOL. -bhb.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to class, fold paper cranes again, but Amanda took some, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, forgot to ask Mrs Soon for more, wlao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had CPA Lessons at first, online MSN, my mom damn noisy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Spammed me again during CPA Practical, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then went facebooking, see all those lame comments at my FB, I felt that I'm bullied by people again, LOL. Sad rights? ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after that english lessons, me guai, do english workbook corrections.&lt;br /&gt;But I never do english work, LOL. So I just copy, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;After that played guitar awhile, then went lab for EBS period to do coursework.&lt;br /&gt;Damn hard luh, can't think of any suggestions for my coursework, shagged!&lt;br /&gt;Then I hypered in the lab awhile, LOLLLLLL. Make alot of idiotic faces that Hakim buay tahan, I sang too! - The Climb in a retarded face, still laugh! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After the recess time, I never go eat, so slack outside classroom play guitar with Hillary and Amanda, at same time with classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Junaidi played "Beat It" by MJ, damn nice lah! Even though I hate his arrogence, LOLLLL. )x&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly those 4NT with 4NT, err...some gang.&lt;br /&gt;Went to throw garbage bins down floor and spray water also, Mr Chong damn blur, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But the cleaner spotted who're the ones who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmates chiong back classroom, later our class in trouble again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then had maths lessons, Mr Ho damn moodswing can, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Not really lah, haha, at same time he also quite funny while teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Mrs Chew came in class find those ppl never complete coursework, then Mr Ho emo. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he wanted to call those ppl who did offences just now, then went say my name, I went "wtf huh? me vanessa? more like the other vanessa." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Scare me sia, thank god Amanda helped me tell him, LOLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Then continue lessons, suddenly so sleepy, Hillary randomly send me "LOVE" letter, oops, I mean letter yah. ;x&lt;br /&gt;Oh, then after that is Contact time period, just slack and think about class t and class outing, wlao pls, very hard la can. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I tried to design during holidays, damn tiring lorh, but even though the class picky about class tee color and sorts, I quite screwed lorh, all colours damn digusting.&lt;br /&gt;Band tee rocks kkk, LOLLLLLLLLLLLL, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school went to Fajar by guitar pick and string.&lt;br /&gt;Then head to friend's house fix guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Butt pain lorh, lols. Then went back to school take bag and HOMED! Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaa, here I am blogging, shit.&lt;br /&gt;Kk, photos, luved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc98zpKasI/AAAAAAAABeQ/3s6-3ZZEb70/s1600-h/unfaithfulguitarist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc98zpKasI/AAAAAAAABeQ/3s6-3ZZEb70/s320/unfaithfulguitarist.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356818396644797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thy unfaithful, but the great. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc98uw3Y1I/AAAAAAAABeI/7bhHnc8h2WA/s1600-h/hillarysengxz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc98uw3Y1I/AAAAAAAABeI/7bhHnc8h2WA/s320/hillarysengxz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356818395334927186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILLARY FIXING GUITAR STRING, but at least I so guai also help. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk bai, me tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;luvluv! ^^v&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5649315591962553135?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5649315591962553135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5649315591962553135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/friday-feva.html' title='Friday feva!'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc98zpKasI/AAAAAAAABeQ/3s6-3ZZEb70/s72-c/unfaithfulguitarist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-1264013379839012551</id><published>2009-07-09T18:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:52:31.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomcxz.</title><content type='html'>Ohai ppl.&lt;br /&gt;Yesyh, today N lvl english oral!&lt;br /&gt;Very interesting, dunno why I luv it so much, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, today I nearly whole day sing MJ's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, me luv his voice okay!&lt;br /&gt;None can replace him as the king of pop! :p&lt;br /&gt;Okay off topic, wth.&lt;br /&gt;I lazy blog about it sorry, I damn shag and tired nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Because I very guai study and accompany friends and &lt;b&gt;Jared&lt;/b&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, wlao, my eyes feel like dropping sia, LOLLLL, too heavy like bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will do my blog, kk. Here's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc5GwI984I/AAAAAAAABeA/z4pCmGWOZVo/s1600-h/After-schoolunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc5GwI984I/AAAAAAAABeA/z4pCmGWOZVo/s320/After-schoolunch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813069945009026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, LOOK AT THE STRAW, LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, my favourite pasta, nice right? Pls be jealous k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc5GmU6D3I/AAAAAAAABd4/BF8O7CQAZps/s1600-h/Hillarywip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc5GmU6D3I/AAAAAAAABd4/BF8O7CQAZps/s320/Hillarywip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813067310731122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, ebs coursework.&lt;br /&gt;Hillary that serious meh? She not innocent one. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-1264013379839012551?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/1264013379839012551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/1264013379839012551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/randomcxz.html' title='Randomcxz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Slc5GwI984I/AAAAAAAABeA/z4pCmGWOZVo/s72-c/After-schoolunch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7777023072471829845</id><published>2009-07-05T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:10:27.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Pwn Jared Pl0x.</title><content type='html'>Hi Readers.&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, I've nothing much to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Today Church, I nearly sleep during mass, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But funnnnn. :)&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I saw the stalker in the same mass as me, I try to concentrate on singing the gospel song, but wlao. -phobia.&lt;br /&gt;Kks, had lunch afterwards, ohoh, damn fulling! :p&lt;br /&gt;Then went Aunty's house, slack and play games for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;And I headed to Bedok after that, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Met Alex first, she needs to return my bloody mathematical box. :(&lt;br /&gt;She never owe me huggy! Yet I supposed to avoid her, I know she shy, -pui. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw Jared at Bedok platform outside, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I veh paiseh, -.- so I went down escalator like dog, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;But wasted, he saw me alr! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;So I told him meet at the dunno upstairs at nearby Bedok Bus Interchange ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex went home quickly I guess, I dragged her, because she never hug moi! ):&lt;br /&gt;Nehmind, me and Jared went to Bedok Library study, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Jared bully me, kns. Go die la! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wlao, study at Children's corner! LOLLLLLLLLL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Make me sound and looked like a dumbdumb kid, eeee.&lt;br /&gt;Met alot of funny and weird ppl around, dunno why I feel like giggling, -.-&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL, stupid Jared bully me, lala. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then Jiamin sms him, also tell her wrong thing, call me small kid. Wlao, me want cry alr lahhhhh! D: NOOB. T-T&lt;br /&gt;I didn't study that much, my mind block because I've been thinking what to do tmr and N lvls so far, me worried, lol.&lt;br /&gt;After studying, Jared nearly pangseh wo, think funny issit! &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I dunno Bedok well nia, wtf, 2 years never been Bedok, LOLLLLL. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to take MRT, he took til Eunos, o.o'&lt;br /&gt;But me kelian, I til Yew Tee nia, LOLLLL, raining like fk dogs&amp;cats. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, yah, homed, played battleball immediately with Jared.&lt;br /&gt;Then skype with friends, chat with stupid noob Karissa, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Pollute my mind with stupid horniness, wlao. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk, me tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Jared small kid, me proz, kk! :D&lt;br /&gt;Btw thanks for the sweet! ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7777023072471829845?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7777023072471829845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7777023072471829845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-pwn-jared-pl0x.html' title='Me Pwn Jared Pl0x.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3700843559650089314</id><published>2009-07-04T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:28:55.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE NOODLES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/1704/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Movies/screens/noodles.jpg" width=275 height=200 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLOLMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Go watch, me love it 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sad I am, I keep laughing at this. LOL. :X&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3700843559650089314?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3700843559650089314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3700843559650089314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-love-noodles.html' title='I LOVE NOODLES.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6473455553734367207</id><published>2009-06-29T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T17:13:12.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day of 3rd Semester.</title><content type='html'>Hai guys, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Heard that many teachers tio qurantine, no wonder how come so less people come, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, first day of 3rd semester, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, then sms so many people in the morning saying "Good morning! I can bully ppl alr. HUHU." HAHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;Then I waited for Fayyadhah at Yew Tee MRT like a retard carrying many presents, haix sadded. x,x&lt;br /&gt;Took the train as she came just in time, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Miss her alot lah, my going-to-school partner, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;Yep, took train all the way to Bangkit Station, thinking whether to wait for Hillary.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we're damn unsure, lol! So we went to school instead.&lt;br /&gt;Then see all our teachers, they wear mask damn cute lah, N95, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I wear confirm cannot breathe. xO&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to go back classroom, I saw Hidayah's bangs! :O&lt;br /&gt;OMG, SHE DAMN CUTE OKAY, HAHAHAHA, SO RETARDED LOL. Oh pl0x.&lt;br /&gt;And just nice I saw Carmen beside her and I passed her birthday present and wished her! :)&lt;br /&gt;Otw to class alone, I saw Afiq sitting outside his classroom alone, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So I passed him his birthday present, couldn't even find a small box just nice for his present luh, so pissed. xO&lt;br /&gt;But I heard Carmen and Afiq like it so much, so I won't have to worry, hehes. xD&lt;br /&gt;Me luv June Birthday People, because June rocks! Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to class, no assembly, GOODY.&lt;br /&gt;Then waited for Mrs Soon to take our temperatures, lul.&lt;br /&gt;And timetable changed! Omfg, so sucked can? D:&lt;br /&gt;Me luv old timetable, haix. Nuuuuu, tsktsktsk!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. LOL, random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had no lessons, but during english lessons I arranging my worksheets then I filed it, lul. ;p&lt;br /&gt;I never go recess, I slack outside classroom, because I lazy go down, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew today won't use much of my brain to think of studies, so never eat any recess food. xD&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to canteen makan Tuna and Cheese Pasta, new food, ohhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Very nice leh I find hahaha! Alot of people buy, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;After eating, slack awhile, talking to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Zubaidah and Fay followed Hillary to her house.&lt;br /&gt;Play piano and psp, woah, LOL, so slack sia today. Slacky monday! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, promised to be homed early. :p I very guai ok! :D&lt;br /&gt;And talked to Jared and Alex online, ohoh.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Jared, LOL, bully me! Then showed my stupid face through webcam.&lt;br /&gt;I where got cute, you sibei funny leh, my fringe flew up nia! D:&lt;br /&gt;I know Jared rocks okay, he cute I know, but I cuter yayyyy! HAHAHAHA. LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he went offline early, I laughed, LOL, just joking.&lt;br /&gt;I won't bully small kid.&lt;br /&gt;And ohhhhhh, meeting Alex and Anson this wednesday at lot 1. o.o&lt;br /&gt;HOPEFULLY ALEXSTER RETURN MY MATHEMATICAL INSTRUMENT BOX LUH.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T SURVIVE WITHOUT IT, MY HO-HO TEACHER VERY FIERCE NIA, LOLLLLLLLLL, joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk ciao, random photo taken in the canteen. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=vanneythecrazyandshy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/vanneythecrazyandshy-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha random pic. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=sawglxz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/sawglxz-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, I didn't mean it hor. Just fun editting. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/?action=view&amp;current=Hillarychanxz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w160/retroacts/Hillarychanxz-1.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, hillary retard candid face. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6473455553734367207?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6473455553734367207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6473455553734367207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-day-of-3rd-semester.html' title='1st day of 3rd Semester.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-1759073675424545140</id><published>2009-06-28T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:37:49.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MJ's loved. Pretty loved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9QTA8Hn8DU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9QTA8Hn8DU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're truely the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, your fans prayed for you to go in peace with no pain no more.&lt;br /&gt;when i see this video, i cried because you gave all your feelings to...,&lt;br /&gt;your loves ones, your friends, you fans and to the poor.&lt;br /&gt;the world will always love you because you've done so many things for the needs.&lt;br /&gt;may god bless you and rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;i will always love your dance, king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;do go peacefully, &lt;i&gt;happily.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-1759073675424545140?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/1759073675424545140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/1759073675424545140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/mjs-loved-pretty-loved.html' title='MJ&apos;s loved. Pretty loved.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2681278902095017859</id><published>2009-06-27T17:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T18:08:50.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopengz.</title><content type='html'>Wheee, back from shopengz! xD&lt;br /&gt;Yer, today no band tio trick 2nd times, -slaps myself. )x&lt;br /&gt;I lazy go out today, don't want to meet anyone but my school friends.&lt;br /&gt;Me scared go out with my online friends, LOL. D:&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, then I shall continue what I do today, LOL, ps.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up early the morning, not early, I woke up at 9.10am.&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, yah then went online habbo play battleball. o_o&lt;br /&gt;Yea, play battleball so shiok but lag, wlao please. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then I stalk Rayner for tradings, then helped him arrange furnis, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, felt irritated by many people today, jokers has no life, heh.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old batch I mixed with when I was p5 to sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;Those batch quit liao, but I often meet them in realife. xD&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel better, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to benjamin lor, opening Hogwarts in the previous habbo times. xP&lt;br /&gt;I met those lucky friends, hehe, they're great friends with me in realife now.&lt;br /&gt;Example, Alex Mui, kekes. xD&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, habbo screwed me alot, why am I still saying, next batch sucks that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Shingo! Yep, LOL. So random today, what's wrong with moi. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ever since I found out there's no band today, I went out to Lot 1 meet my mom at Popular.&lt;br /&gt;Queue sibei long, wth pl0x. :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went Sakae to makan lunch, hehe! I ATE MY FAVOURITE FOOD AT LAST. @.@"&lt;br /&gt;Me luvs mommy, hehe. I pity her as a woman, but GIRLS - ROCKS KKXZ! C:&lt;br /&gt;Huhuhuhuhu, then shopping for presents and clothes! O:&lt;br /&gt;I shopped for Afiq's and Carmen's birthday presents, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday month partners! Must buy for them hehe! OTHER MONTHS NO, LOL JK. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then shopped for clothes, tomboy de, lololol, abit japanese style.&lt;br /&gt;Me luv japanese clothes, I rule kk! (: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yarh, later show you a picture of my faved clothes. O;&lt;br /&gt;Then went mini toons buy candies, LOL, my mom go crazy, but made me waste money. -.-&lt;br /&gt;She promise to eat all, but ended up I eat, eeee, I HATE CANDIES LOR.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SWEETS, I LUVLUV MINTS. ):&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 302 homexz. Ooohhhhh~ I hate taking bus sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on my body can take it, I hate taking bus and taxis, unless I'm rushing for something important, o.o"&lt;br /&gt;MRT better! Smell like hospital, HAHAHAHAHAHA. Idk why I love the smell.&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOO NICE, but my friends hate it, LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, trained home, watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, channel u damn funny. All guys dressing up as girls, LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Kkz, ciao. I lazy blog, huhu. Baixz. ^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of me, picture of blue, picture of girl on disguise! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkXvY4dBZlI/AAAAAAAABbw/RBswHHYPKHM/s320/Ohmoix.JPG" border="0" alt="Stealing my picture, Dog? :D"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351946942949713490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hor? LOLOLOL. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2681278902095017859?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2681278902095017859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2681278902095017859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/shopengz.html' title='Shopengz.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkXvY4dBZlI/AAAAAAAABbw/RBswHHYPKHM/s72-c/Ohmoix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3599814994612310124</id><published>2009-06-25T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:55:04.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidfool.</title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun slacking at home.&lt;br /&gt;Call Kang on skype this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Hosted Haunted house like noob. ):&lt;br /&gt;Haix, then lol, deejay on Habboemotion.com&lt;br /&gt;Heh, very sian, lololol. D:&lt;br /&gt;Heared Mango deejay, LOL, Idk why I can't stop laughing, nbccb. ._. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So funny la, hahahha! ;p&lt;br /&gt;Then while LazyBunny deejaying, LOL, so funny lah she, joker. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Btw, then Elvis go sucide, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I kept laughing dunno why, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the screenshots, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkOBa12-7-I/AAAAAAAABbo/IM1RZZJ2qxk/s1600-h/ScoldElvis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkOBa12-7-I/AAAAAAAABbo/IM1RZZJ2qxk/s320/ScoldElvis2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351263080380559330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkOBamrATBI/AAAAAAAABbg/ZhF3G6nDE9I/s1600-h/ScoldElvis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkOBamrATBI/AAAAAAAABbg/ZhF3G6nDE9I/s320/ScoldElvis1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351263076303784978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL! stupid rights? ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kk ciao, don't want blog be so dead, lul.&lt;br /&gt;Finally battle royal badge lvl 10!&lt;br /&gt;XP: 13363 :O!&lt;br /&gt;LOL, kbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3599814994612310124?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3599814994612310124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3599814994612310124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/stupidfool.html' title='Stupidfool.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SkOBa12-7-I/AAAAAAAABbo/IM1RZZJ2qxk/s72-c/ScoldElvis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6329736686662059990</id><published>2009-06-16T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:01:49.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohwhore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sjelq80E42I/AAAAAAAABbY/kU3UJIA0TaE/s320/ldmi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347925239823393634" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjehEtaIzMI/AAAAAAAABbQ/piGiwq1JIXk/s320/Lovedisnus.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347920184806526146" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello readers.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I skipped remedial again.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I woke up late! Very angry. &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;My dad never wake me up early, sorry we're both enemies nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Ehem, yeah my life's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Can tell, see those differences, haiz.&lt;br /&gt;I miss those horribly-awesome past, where all times stays in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;And when my friend's around alive, my only everything, I ain't lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;She's just everything, a friend who turned to be an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Watching me, save me away from traps of death.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I need those memorable loving times back before I can let go of my past with true independence.&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh, band camp's coming, horah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go craze with little kiddos, LOL. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;I miss my conductors, music stand, juniors, laughter, tears of joy, the music we enjoy &amp; play tgt, hornyness, music files, given a new piece, scoldings and everything that band bonding damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my tears suddenly dropped while I kept thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Especially each speech day, everything's a success.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the senior batch of Year 2008, I'm 2009. (:&lt;br /&gt;Those 2008 seniors, are the most funniest and most loving that cannot be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all like shit.&lt;br /&gt;New comers started to come to Greenridge family, the bonding slowly fades.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, I need all those good times to cure my mind, sick mind.&lt;br /&gt;I want to repeat one more time, 4 years ain't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Give me trillions, I won't get bored with.&lt;br /&gt;Those "friends" are fun to be with, but they're not the best, they're just enough.&lt;br /&gt;To make me laugh, smile and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2 was the HORRIBLE AND TERRIFYING MEMORY.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, hate it, double pwned, but now it's so peaceful like how every previous sec 4 batches do.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my life's boring, but I continue to keep to be a kid where everyone knows I'm still Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;Just Vanessa, But Vanessa, Perhaps Just Just Me.&lt;br /&gt;Haih, I need more outingxz, I need more joyxz, I need more memorable timesxz.&lt;br /&gt;Everything that removes my fear, and returning the 100% me.&lt;br /&gt;So I can show the right time of my true mask, the ugly me.&lt;br /&gt;But it's best to be ugly and be right and to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I hate lies, I hate to hide, I hate to be hated.&lt;br /&gt;Love is all I need, come back to me please.&lt;br /&gt;I'm calling for help, please answer my call, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;But you all ain't my best friend, you're my brothers/sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Only one can be called best friend and an angel.&lt;br /&gt;I had an angel, but I've not best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend is when you know when its time to go.&lt;br /&gt;I've to break this glass, it's been 16 years.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still love the one I loved, it is the real me. Where've you go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6329736686662059990?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6329736686662059990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6329736686662059990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohwhore.html' title='Ohwhore.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sjelq80E42I/AAAAAAAABbY/kU3UJIA0TaE/s72-c/ldmi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7923835398207502632</id><published>2009-06-13T21:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:51:22.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool or Fool?</title><content type='html'>HELLO AND HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, skipped checkup appointment and band.&lt;br /&gt;Appointment was so mixed up, I dunno why, very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Hah, so in the morning I ate full breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to meet Vashon, Jianlei, Junjie, Jiahui &amp; Sharmin at CCK Platform.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, stupid lah, I missed the train because shoe slippery. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Just nice I took the right train, when I went out, I saw them except Sharmin.&lt;br /&gt;Sharmin late, I thought I'm the only girl, I scared. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;That's why I gong at first place, lulz.&lt;br /&gt;And Sharmin arrived in few minutes time.&lt;br /&gt;Then Vashon asked me lead the way to Bugis there to Otaku House, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, they all so funny, on the way there, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Make me laugh, especially Jiahui, HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;I can't laugh when I have my throat abit crooked. ._.&lt;br /&gt;But hahaha, I laughed uber loudly. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Then reached bugis, trying to take escalator nearby the door we came out.&lt;br /&gt;Very crowded, and I decided to go another side with them.&lt;br /&gt;All brainless people, another side got escalator, LOL, SO EMPTY LEH.&lt;br /&gt;COMPARE TO THE OPPOSITE, SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;Then later again, me and Sharmin took the less ticket machine out. :P&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe, smart ass hor me?! More like sharmin is too! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, then headed to Iluma building to Otaku house.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, Vashon and sharmin knew the place, I angry alr la. LOL. ):&lt;br /&gt;Then headed to Otaku House with my pathetic face. ._.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, Jianlei and Vashon so attracted to the sword, wth.&lt;br /&gt;While they two busy looking.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sharmin went to hide at the carpark, while Jiahui &amp; Junjie enjoying dating, LOL. Gays, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;But haha, I had enough of fooling, so I went out purposely when Jianlei and Vashon just going up the escalator, I waved like an idiot to Jianlei, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Then haha, secretly went up the escalator, Vashon turned his head back, he went giving the "wtf" face, ROFL.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, at our back, Jiahui and Junjie suddnely appeared, very funny, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Finding a place to eat, such a fail, lol.&lt;br /&gt;All not halal for Sharmin, HAHA. Oops sorry. (x&lt;br /&gt;Then head to Burger king as Sharmin and Vashon thought the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;And wow, no place, so me and sharmin order some snacks and drinks from BK, yeah takeaway order.&lt;br /&gt;Then headed off to Bugis Street because Jianlei looking for Alwin I think.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Alwin, lol, I feel so bad, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Heard so much about him from Mr Koh, pity him leh. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, everyone in school should know, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off topic, make me waste my time blogging. &gt;:I&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Parco Bugis, The Food Fair, lol. (Bad service place, do not visit.)&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Me &amp; Sharmin ate burger king, felt funny, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I already know that the cleaners don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Because I've been to the place with Alex and the rest on 7th June. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Then haha, it's funny when we all bully Vashon.&lt;br /&gt;Who ask him thought of people drinking such horrible drink? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Junjie dare to drink, but he put on act so that Vashon drink, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Vashon drank, he felt as if he's pregnant, lol, I meant vomit, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sharmin and I laughed like hell, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what include the subject of Jianlei's lao sai that Vashon eating, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, funny2.&lt;br /&gt;Then after eating, we decided to go Bukit Batok, lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's raining after all, haha. And went to this club, er. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guys want to go play Billiard, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Sharmin actually wanted to go play arcade, but needs 50 cents and fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;So we both decided to play Billiard with them, lols.&lt;br /&gt;I got this bad memories of embarrassing myself in front of my friends in some previous outings playing Billiard, I played once only because I'm damn noob and make the ball fly, LOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Vashon, Jiahui and Junjie taught me &amp; Sharmin how.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, me &amp; Sharmin equally noob but we improved, even though I know how to see angles. Ever since I play the internet Billiard games in school, lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, after teaching, Vashon suddenly so serious face, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;As heard of what Jiahui said, he said himself violent, BUT WOAH REALLY VIOLENT.&lt;br /&gt;I realised something about the 4 guys, no offense, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Junjie: He played quite pro, but he everytime hit the ball hor, the white ball went in also, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Jianlei: Play quite pro also, but seems to lost concentration, and pretend he did nothing wrong but he cheat alittle, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Vashon: Act so serious, even he scored better as Jiahui's. I realised he can't do properly when Jiahui distract, LOL. Make him lost even more.&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui: Make ball fly, LOL. But very violent as agreed. Me &amp; Sharmin also scared his stick poked us badly also, LOL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, they all formed a team.&lt;br /&gt;I teamed with Vashon and Junjie I think, Then Sharmin with Jiahui &amp; Jianlei.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, Omfg. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I scored twice lehhhhhhh, HAHAHAHA! And Thrice! :B&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, then Junjie helped me also, lul, even though it's free ball. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then Sharmin &amp; took a picture of Vashon's butt with the stick I'm pointing it.&lt;br /&gt;But fuck, Sharmin told him about it, I was so angry lor, LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid luh, tried to stop Vashon from deleting but haiz, FAIL! ):&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post the picture so badly, ROAR. D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing some rounds, we decided to go Lot 1 to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, took so look to decide where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, worries for Sharmin too, too guilty lah, cannot leave her in non-halal place, hah.&lt;br /&gt;Then ended decided to go KFC.&lt;br /&gt;2 more people come which is Xiaohong &amp; Linsay.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, Xiaohong reached first and meet us around 3rd level.&lt;br /&gt;Then Linsay, she came to KFC to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;Something got Sharmin alittle pissed awhile, which I am too maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And we zao and walked around til Rooftop Garden and slack.&lt;br /&gt;Then went down again to KFC and ignored those people, lols.&lt;br /&gt;They still eating in fact, uh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Ate cheese fries and drank Iced Milo.&lt;br /&gt;Ate halfway no appetite, was upset over some issues over family, z.&lt;br /&gt;Smsed Junjie til the time almost 3am, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I went alittle drunk at my dearest's house then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;Played poker cards, won 6 times, lul.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks Junjie lazybum brother for recovering me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures(!) Billiard. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkO3A58ZI/AAAAAAAABao/9m58Engc7VA/s1600-h/DSC01549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkO3A58ZI/AAAAAAAABao/9m58Engc7VA/s320/DSC01549.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149601532670354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when Vashon face so serious, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOhMnF0I/AAAAAAAABag/quTY8r_7iI0/s1600-h/DSC01548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOhMnF0I/AAAAAAAABag/quTY8r_7iI0/s320/DSC01548.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149595676186434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Sharmin like this picture so much.&lt;br /&gt;Agree, the lighting. Hmmm, make Vashon looked old here, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOZrFtvI/AAAAAAAABaY/sG66YuPFZs4/s1600-h/DSC01543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOZrFtvI/AAAAAAAABaY/sG66YuPFZs4/s320/DSC01543.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149593656538866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui's violent shots! LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOdmgOXI/AAAAAAAABaQ/4nMMPFibk_E/s1600-h/DSC01542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOdmgOXI/AAAAAAAABaQ/4nMMPFibk_E/s320/DSC01542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149594711046514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junjie Lazybum Proster! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOLysmJI/AAAAAAAABaI/KyQK3WOHTkE/s1600-h/DSC01528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkOLysmJI/AAAAAAAABaI/KyQK3WOHTkE/s320/DSC01528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347149589930350738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, Jianlei concentrating to get the one he wanted to aim. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTli2xd4RI/AAAAAAAABbI/3K_cRpKtfSE/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTli2xd4RI/AAAAAAAABbI/3K_cRpKtfSE/s320/DSC06194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347151044576928018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, SOMEONE SERIOUS! *coughsbloodcoughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTliy8p_1I/AAAAAAAABbA/uswI-V5ABpY/s1600-h/DSC06192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTliy8p_1I/AAAAAAAABbA/uswI-V5ABpY/s320/DSC06192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347151043550117714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiahui must be thinking and cursing Vashon to lose.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, joking. Probably Vashon's trying his best to beat Jiahui, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTlivZXIGI/AAAAAAAABa4/Z4Uwbujc29o/s1600-h/DSC06190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTlivZXIGI/AAAAAAAABa4/Z4Uwbujc29o/s320/DSC06190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347151042596773986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH, Junjie lazybum action lah.&lt;br /&gt;He damn step stunned hor, canxz? LOL, joking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTlias9mvI/AAAAAAAABaw/GHc8ezq4vPE/s1600-h/DSC06200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTlias9mvI/AAAAAAAABaw/GHc8ezq4vPE/s320/DSC06200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347151037041842930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to take nice picture of it, Jianlei go disturb. ):&lt;br /&gt;VASHON ALSO, @$#@%@#%#!%! LOL. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, who wants to give a shot? :D&lt;br /&gt;Ciao dumbs. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7923835398207502632?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7923835398207502632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7923835398207502632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/pool-or-fool.html' title='Pool or Fool?'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SjTkO3A58ZI/AAAAAAAABao/9m58Engc7VA/s72-c/DSC01549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-3276298785596064506</id><published>2009-06-10T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:23:40.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Si8uKQOs7kI/AAAAAAAABaA/MNwI3kalEBs/s320/emmaai2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345542036402269762" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just hate to admit this, but I ain't emoing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I may sound emo now but I ain't.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it why out of suddenly crying last night.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of something so much which I not supposed to worry.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm moving on, but this dream I had it everyday, keep me uncomfortably company.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't even know how to put this.&lt;br /&gt;It may be damn pathetic and how small it is.&lt;br /&gt;But why my mind couldn't erase it ever since I was a little kid?&lt;br /&gt;Every night, my mom was very worried/wondering am I crying in every dream which is isn't an ordinary nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's something I wish to have, but I'm strong as people thinks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just me, but why this happens every night, it's like something behind my mask.&lt;br /&gt;I admit one thing, I am alone, but I know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;But I want an angel to keep by my side, it may sounds complicated.&lt;br /&gt;It's not about wanting someone to be by your side you know.&lt;br /&gt;You know like going for relationships? Yeah, I ain't refering to that.&lt;br /&gt;People may think I'm crazy by hearing this.&lt;br /&gt;All I think is I want a big brother/sister who can keep me company, even if we fight.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, it's seems stupid to hear about my personality.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people hates to have brother and sister around.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm different I guess, I want to have one.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, I don't even know how to put it seriously, I just like it when I'm alone as one as my only family.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a guilt that my mom treated me as a sister, especially my dad.&lt;br /&gt;But they're busy like 24/7, even though my dad's not working.&lt;br /&gt;He got his own, and doesn't even one to spend a single time with a daughter who wants a brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can't blame them, I understand how difficult to create such a big family.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's against money.&lt;br /&gt;If I wouldn't have know so many about computer or something that waste my time which cost money, I would rather share with them even if I had one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships isn't important, it just that how you bring up thy family history.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's my line, but sorry, I don't believe in true love.&lt;br /&gt;I believe someone will be your real best friend who listens to you, even though he loves you much.&lt;br /&gt;It is someone who can make you be loved and keeps you company which will protect you.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, people may think I have one.&lt;br /&gt;More like I'm desparate to have a brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I feared for relationships which will not last long.&lt;br /&gt;I also hated relationships, all those disgusting kissing and huggings or whatever mushy stuffs, that doesn't even make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;You just want the body, not the heart.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm still having phobia, everyone wants to know why I'm like that.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa told me "Your enemy can be forever your enemy, but no one is, your enemy is your best friend who can keeps your company til you die peacefully. Your enemy is your angel and your love. Who understands what is love once they go through."&lt;br /&gt;I heard that, it's quite chimology.&lt;br /&gt;But now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;He meant that my enemy is somewhere, but in his heart he's good, he thinks i'm like some treasure box who keeps alot of memorial, that's what he knows you most. He's the one for you, that's what God decide. But this is how he can make you laugh even though he scold you because he's worried or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;If you know what the hell I meant, if you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, that's not what I dreamt and cry last night. -.-&lt;br /&gt;May be abit of linkage.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to find a best friend, whom none are right now.&lt;br /&gt;Who can remove my mask and be myself again.&lt;br /&gt;I admit I hate hiding myself, everyone may thinks I'm strong, but behind me, reason why I want to be strong because I push my friends to be happy and think of their own.&lt;br /&gt;That's how, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, you may not understand.&lt;br /&gt;Only if you know, you're just like me.&lt;br /&gt;Which I know I'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to be hearing me all day and telling me to go on stronger.&lt;br /&gt;No one is my best friend, no one is my love.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's just a friend who can change me into someone's unrecognised like all are my little brothers/sisters.&lt;br /&gt;Only one who is bigger than I never thought, is my best friend who understands every single words I think miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I can do this on my own, but I need a best friend, just one enough.&lt;br /&gt;Who will be someone bigger and I love forever.&lt;br /&gt;This may sound not me, but this is me.&lt;br /&gt;I do this for the sake of confession, I hate hiding myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can be hyper, horny, funny friend as you think.&lt;br /&gt;Behind me, I'm just a little girl who's calling her angel for help to keep her company without a single tear drop on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I prayed everyday, it will reveal sooner.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-3276298785596064506?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3276298785596064506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/3276298785596064506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/could-this-be.html' title='Could this be?'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Si8uKQOs7kI/AAAAAAAABaA/MNwI3kalEBs/s72-c/emmaai2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-5132889351407746430</id><published>2009-06-07T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:56:19.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl Turns 16.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:crosshair;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivAO_xlvjI/AAAAAAAABZY/dcY7jdKyQHU/s320/EmmaAi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344576746675355186" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello(!)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course. &lt;b&gt;I'm officially sweet 16 this year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray triple of times, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went out with Alex, Joeleen &amp; Anson.&lt;br /&gt;Veh fun, LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's what happened today, shingooo(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I woke up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast, and my mom gave me cupcake and candle? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And also my favourite instant korean noodle! Muahah.&lt;br /&gt;I know this many be cheapo, important thing is love and know what I like. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yep, waited til 11.45pm then go out.&lt;br /&gt;Flood tio what siol, so I decided take bus to CCK Bus Interchange, mafun.&lt;br /&gt;Then took MRT down to Bugis, wtf, Alex reached damn early siol.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't jealous at that point, so yeah RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Then play PSP like siao until met this fcking noisy couples.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao lor, they touched here there.&lt;br /&gt;That lady backside damn biggy lor, push me, very irritating leh. t(-.-t)&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, somemore dropped at Raffles Place.&lt;br /&gt;I think they all go Geylang fck, LOL, then she pregnant and die, HAH, jk.&lt;br /&gt;I where got so bad de, shingooo(!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I realised that Alex and Joeleen not at Bugis MRT waiting for me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;They at Iluma, wlao lorh, freaking abit lost there.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I call Alex, if not I wait at Bugis for nothing, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, after minutes waiting out Iluma, they come find me, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Legs plain alr luh, saddddddddddd(!)&lt;br /&gt;Jkjk, hahaha! Then went inside to Comics Connection and find Brandon's birthday present. Alex want to buy the ring for him.&lt;br /&gt;More like proposal, sound so wrong, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't spot any good ring at first.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Otaku House.&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG PLOX, I LOVE THE COSPLAY, I'VE BEEN WAITING TO BUY(!) ):&lt;br /&gt;Yea, then Alex asked me whether have I eaten, I replied a "No."&lt;br /&gt;Alex suddenly pushed me go eat, veh fierce, I scared. Really(!) T.T&lt;br /&gt;Aftermath, I went weird and blur. More like alittle giddy at the moment. ._.&lt;br /&gt;So, we find a place to seat and I don't feel like moving.&lt;br /&gt;Alex so bad, confiscated my IC, and Joeleen took a picture I guess, wlao la.&lt;br /&gt;If I know her for long, I would be seriously angry lor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, so I ask Joeleen accompany me go buy food, my eyes aimed at Lunch Pepper Rice stall, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's a very bad business I guess, lolz.&lt;br /&gt;Joeleen and me find it quite stupid and we talked about Habbo stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the table and put my food and buy drink, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Joeleen bought coke, I bought Iced Milo. &lt;i&gt;As usual, I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back, Alex helped me mixed my food, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, she said like mixing and stuffs over my food like baby.&lt;br /&gt;I baby meh? Kicks arse(!) Bullier! ):&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, ate lunch slowly, because I know it's frigging hot til don't know how many minutes later, quite long to be hot, -pengxz.&lt;br /&gt;Then later Alex went fetching Anson, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And chit-chat with Joeleen, haha, another habbo player I've met! Shingooo(!)&lt;br /&gt;Yea, then I realized my Iced Milo finished halfway the chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;Bought Iced Milo again, and when I came back from my seat, I saw Uncle Jason walking weirdly around, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Scare me siao, wadafa, even my cousin wasn't there with him, she's at home, diao.&lt;br /&gt;Bah forget it, then continue eating til Anson arrives, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;With the CAKEEEEEEEEEE! Yea, just nice I ate finished my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;They sang happy birthday song, video taken, wadafa, stupid anson, oops. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I cannot eat the cake with fok and spoon, wlao weh.&lt;br /&gt;I've to use my hand and mouth, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN EAT ALL FINISH, YAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went back to Iluma.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Comics Connection again, saw a ring that attracted my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;So I pointed the ring to Alex, not bad btw, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Alex bought it somehow, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Otaku House, browsing cosplay costumes. D:&lt;br /&gt;So despo for it, wadafa. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Then tried the Bleach cosplay, the dunno what captain, lol.&lt;br /&gt;VERY BIG AH CAN'T TAHAN, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried on Emma Ai the girl from hell, damn kawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Alex laughed at me, wlao weh, I was about to kill her but I went giddy without letting her know, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then Joeleen and Anson went eating to dunno where as heard from Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, I seriously got problem talking chinese to the worker there, diao.&lt;br /&gt;Then I use Alex as translator.&lt;br /&gt;Telling one of the workers that we come back later to confirm whether buying.&lt;br /&gt;Not enough money, I brought like Less than $40 yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went up find Anson and Joeleen, (laughs).&lt;br /&gt;Alex purposely push me to the corner, she knows I scared of heights.&lt;br /&gt;Got more angry then I pinch her arm, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then she avoided me, hehehhhhhhhh(!)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so asked Anson &amp; Joeleen whether got money.&lt;br /&gt;They got sia, but I felt damn thankful.&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot return money to Anson. T.T&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning Anson will confirm throw my money lor if I pay back. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, then quickly go Otaku House buy the costume, so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, thanked them alot, quite more blur at that moment liao.&lt;br /&gt;Joeleen &amp; Anson went siao, sec 3s mah.&lt;br /&gt;Alex and I were like alittle scared and wanna escape, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Chased after alex after whispering to Anson's and Joeleen's big ears.&lt;br /&gt;Then yea, crossed road.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Joeleen's mom aka Alex's aunt, haha.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alex told us that me and Anson have to go home on our own, saddd.&lt;br /&gt;I gave Alex and Joeleen a hug.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Anson went to Bugis Street and Anson went to Money Changer to change a country note to singapore dollar note. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Bugis MRT and hugged Anson, and &lt;b&gt;HOMED(!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home realising the surprised was a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;I really cried sia, secretly away from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;Then I thanked my aunt like crazy. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Love my aunt alot, I don't care how rich she is.&lt;br /&gt;But I care for what she is, as long she's my great aunt! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I love her attitude since my mom told me her perseverance and become a Nanyang Poly Arts Teacher. xD&lt;br /&gt;I wanna become like her, even though her studies was very terrible in her childhood/teenage times.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, and now I'm blogging. :D&lt;br /&gt;Here's the pictures, some la.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever I should thank, and whatever I wanna show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;These are the people whom I should thanked very much!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mom &amp; Dad, My Relatives.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Beloved Cousin, Huiyun. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dearest Friends Whom I (L) most.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexster Mui, Anson, Steph, Alvin, Nicole, Rayner, Serene, Sheena, Vashon, Sharmin, Hillary, Tulasi, Junjie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Band friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq, Hidayah, Huixian, Sujing, Farhanah, Zakiah, Syifa, Hedy, Gracie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My So-Called Gorgors.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunhao, Andrew, Jonathan Heng, Weida, Johnny, Zhengwei, Terence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Habbo Peepos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth aka Rawkingpunk&lt;br /&gt;Tim aka Timmypwns:B&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth aka =EDDY=&lt;br /&gt;James aka Technos&lt;br /&gt;Glenda aka lemon.cubes&lt;br /&gt;Shinhui&lt;br /&gt;Mesteren&lt;br /&gt;Shermaine&lt;br /&gt;Huiling aka Rockman89&lt;br /&gt;ahDEST-&lt;br /&gt;Jieyi&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin aka @Usher@&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schoolmate/Classmate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wenjie, Youshen, Asyraf, Yiluan, Karthik, Sheena, Sijing, Weiping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Others.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amp, Wong.T, Siongchie, Jonathan, Kenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the pictures finally? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivQfJRW5oI/AAAAAAAABZg/VO8pfPfyB-A/s1600-h/CosplayEmma.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivQfJRW5oI/AAAAAAAABZg/VO8pfPfyB-A/s320/CosplayEmma.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344594616288470658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, lol, I looked dumb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivQ6uAtLlI/AAAAAAAABZo/ACoxprxoxQQ/s1600-h/DSC06112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivQ6uAtLlI/AAAAAAAABZo/ACoxprxoxQQ/s320/DSC06112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344595090007207506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano! Thanks to my family! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivSCd61mxI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jC-7_tOVlh0/s1600-h/DSC06125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivSCd61mxI/AAAAAAAABZ4/jC-7_tOVlh0/s320/DSC06125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344596322638207762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship Band: Alexster Mui.&lt;br /&gt;Straw Hearts: Anson. (Plus the cake from both of them. :p)&lt;br /&gt;Even though its cheap to you guys, but I find it very meaningful from such friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivSCQFp1lI/AAAAAAAABZw/yG8PrRuYKA8/s1600-h/Bear%26Domo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivSCQFp1lI/AAAAAAAABZw/yG8PrRuYKA8/s320/Bear%26Domo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344596318925477458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear: Terence, Zhengwei, Weida, Johnny, Chunhao.&lt;br /&gt;Domo: Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;I find both of them damn cute even they tried to get bigger one but they broke, but its okay, I (L) them, heh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And a guitar, lazy take picture of it, lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End, birthday girl's tired.&lt;br /&gt;Nose bleed alr. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-5132889351407746430?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5132889351407746430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/5132889351407746430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-girl-turns-16.html' title='Birthday Girl Turns 16.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/SivAO_xlvjI/AAAAAAAABZY/dcY7jdKyQHU/s72-c/EmmaAi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-2745125714292270092</id><published>2009-06-05T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:08:45.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Birthday Going.</title><content type='html'>Yoyoh, I'm Back Home. (:&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom took whole day off and for my aunt took half day off just for me, how sweet(!) :B&lt;br /&gt;Haha, went to my Aunt's house early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Just to cook lunch for 4 people. (2 Aunts, My Mom &amp; I)&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, what's lunch(?) &lt;b&gt;Spaghetti w/Salmon &amp; Potato Salad(!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, took lots of effort to cook like that.&lt;br /&gt;Then realizing my uncle's joining us for lunch. &lt;i&gt;Murgh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pissed me and my mom off somehow, but not like my mom, so rude. &gt;.&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Haha, off topic yea?&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, went to take a bus down to Dover MRT with my mom and my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, chiong DJMax like siao. &gt;_&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And I realized getting Gold Plate for both "Seeker" and "Ladymade Star(HARD DISK)" (Level 9!) Coolioxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then trained down to Dhouby Ghaut, lala.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Carrefour to play my Casio Electronic Piano.&lt;br /&gt;Turns up customer service was fucking horrible.&lt;br /&gt;And that fucking worker give attitude to my mom when even though he's not serving that particular section, kpkb.&lt;br /&gt;Call my mom "Auntie" somemore, more like it's nice to call "Madam". t(-.-t)&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, Plaza Singapura's Carrefour, Hope You Get Sue-ed. :D&lt;br /&gt;I already see so many aunties complaining about it, very fierce worh.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my mom equally powderful, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Then so feddup, ended up have to go Suntec City, Die Man, Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Trained to City Hall Interchange, Walked to City Link.&lt;br /&gt;Saw this shop got a blouse caught into my eye. xO&lt;br /&gt;Very cute, but I'm daring. :D&lt;br /&gt;But I told my mom to buy later, since she also like it, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Suntec City, Entered Carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;At least, the service's much way better like woah! 2 people countered there k!&lt;br /&gt;Should be tiring for them man, like no business on that particular area.&lt;br /&gt;But, yeap! Got my Casio Keyboard, mwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And bought other stuffs in there, then KACHING(!) - PAID BY AUNT.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a trillion loves! (L)&lt;br /&gt;Was damn tiring after those shoppings and searching for new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was telling me that my aunt like got bad taste going to this particular shop buying bags, but OKAY WHATCXZ. ._.&lt;br /&gt;I love the bag, I dare to bring to school, though cost me $180 yoh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEVERMIND, SAVE MONEY, SHINGO(!)&lt;/b&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, yeah, then had dinner at the Coffeeshop, was damn fulling.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Japanese food. &lt;i&gt;As usual, I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ate, I felt damn bloated that I rushed to the toilet like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Til I met this bitch slut &lt;i&gt;(to me)&lt;/i&gt;, yeah, talk damn loud in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;She's like around my age, her friend is "Ok-Ok" type, and kao.&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, show "PIGGO" face to me, but at the same time, I act guaikia act blur, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out from toilet, and yea, off topic.&lt;br /&gt;Then my aunt went home by bus as my mom and myself went to Raffles City Shopping Centre and browse many shops.&lt;br /&gt;Many memorials there when I was around the age of Lower Primary.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all my mom's great colleagues that time, woah, great times man.&lt;br /&gt;Now damn separated lorh, hais.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm glad I'm still in contact with my childhood friend aka my mom's colleague's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Surprised when I was sec 1, hearing that she joined band in Woodgrove as Trombonist. (L)&lt;br /&gt;Yea, off topic once again.&lt;br /&gt;And passed by Sony Ericsson shop to buy my new earpiece, lol.&lt;br /&gt;It's spoiled badly, Idk how come so suddenly, wtfcxz.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, then went back to City Link and buy my blouse! :D&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sikz-dD6pYI/AAAAAAAABZQ/IksuekQhddA/s1600-h/DSC06106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sikz-dD6pYI/AAAAAAAABZQ/IksuekQhddA/s320/DSC06106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343859580897764738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, checked blouse with the cute thingy in front.&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks weird, but it's a cool design taste for me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks trillions of loves to my mom for buying such a nice blouse for my birthday(!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, thanks for the Casio Keyboard to Aunty Lina, Aunty Betty, Uncle Soon, Aunty Jenny. (L)&lt;br /&gt;They're the best of the bestest whom I always love since I was born, even thou I can't remember what happened in the past, but I do know they're the love ones. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, went home, bathed and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here. SHINGO! (:&lt;br /&gt;Oyasuminasai. (Good Nights) :B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-2745125714292270092?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2745125714292270092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/2745125714292270092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-birthday-going.html' title='1st Birthday Going.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sikz-dD6pYI/AAAAAAAABZQ/IksuekQhddA/s72-c/DSC06106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6481185955843039641</id><published>2009-06-04T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:44:45.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnot?</title><content type='html'>Hello Morons.&lt;br /&gt;Haa! Just kidding alright.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, June's School Holiday Starts.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped 3 Remedials, how pro am I.&lt;br /&gt;But due to my birthday, I can't go out either.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's sick with a big throat, need to take care of her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bother about my studies much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Taking too much pride in studies doesn't make any sense to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;God told me how to appreciate teachers's teachings instead of being arrogent over marks. Well, I gave up many chances to my fellow friends.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, all I have done during my holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Playing battleball with friends like:&lt;br /&gt;Dwayne- aka Rayner&lt;br /&gt;Ayu7&lt;br /&gt;Trish26&lt;br /&gt;Haha, batlleball partners. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I show you a picture that I screenshot-ed.&lt;br /&gt;Pwn a noob with Rayner LOL. Quite funny but yeah, feel bad somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Siex6BBis8I/AAAAAAAABZI/SUt8hWvBtZo/s1600-h/BBOWNEDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Siex6BBis8I/AAAAAAAABZI/SUt8hWvBtZo/s320/BBOWNEDS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343435093163815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh, birthday coming in 3 more days, woot. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, waiting for birthday bash from someone. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Okkkkk, ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Battleball timecxz. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6481185955843039641?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6481185955843039641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6481185955843039641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/funnot.html' title='Funnot?'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Siex6BBis8I/AAAAAAAABZI/SUt8hWvBtZo/s72-c/BBOWNEDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-667106841903955031</id><published>2009-05-18T21:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:58:29.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa's Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:crosshair; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShFrSoJb8xI/AAAAAAAABW4/FjIE20il9ac/s320/442208836_45cb159759.jpg" border="0" alt=":D"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337165001169564434" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Just unpack my stuffs from my bag, yea.&lt;br /&gt;Where I go? Sentosa obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's Marking Day even though it supposed to be school day today.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz, nice uh, 4 days never go school, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, Sentosa Sentosa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, woke up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Bathe and so, and met up with Fayyadhah at YT MRT. :D&lt;br /&gt;Burger King didn't opened early, so I told Fay that I will buy breakfast from 7-11 at Siloso Beach Station. :D&lt;br /&gt;Blaaah, then there's this AUNTY, murgh, step my foot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't even want to move to let the working people in, nabei, read magazine, so interesting meh, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I pity the working people lorhxz. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Scared they tio scolding by boss, lol. :/&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, off topic.&lt;br /&gt;And yeps, wheeeeeeeeeeeeee, lalala to Harbourfront, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Then went VivoRooftopxz, play water, LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;And :O! I SAW A MESSAGE BOTTLE, OMFGXZ. x.x&lt;br /&gt;I read it, as I use a cheat to reach it. :p&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wowww! It's published like 17 May, just a day before! Coolioz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like replying manxz, but murgh, no pen. -sad.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, waiting for Hillary, Zubaidah and Syifa to arrive at Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;As heard, they're at Ticket Booth liao, lol! O.o&lt;br /&gt;Then off we go on the train. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmmz, then buy food and drinks at 7-11 before we go Palawan Beach. :D&lt;br /&gt;Bought Tom Yam Beehoon, fcuking hot, nbbb! ):&lt;br /&gt;Yep, off to the toilet and went to change into my black tee.&lt;br /&gt;And I realised, damnnnn! They all go to the beach water already.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go, but I remembered I can't enter in such moody weather.&lt;br /&gt;I will get a bad allergy. ._.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wellz, at least I wet my butt by the rain, lalalalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahahah -laughs like spongebob. LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;I chiong PSP for Zubaidah, and I promise to take care of things, but don't PS me for so long luhhh. T-T&lt;br /&gt;Need to take turn take care of things nia. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind! Vanessa's very guai today, -shingxz.&lt;br /&gt;4 hours, -dies. But nevermind, PSP's with me, I'm happy, LOL. :D&lt;br /&gt;But of course I mostly play my PSP even though it's not dead yet, wowzers.&lt;br /&gt;Then aftermath, went to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;BATHING AREA SO SHIOK, LOL, AND COLD. But I realised, I was so fresh, weee.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Luge &amp; Skyride, coolioxz.&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, had fun, ride too fast tio jelly. -haiz. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Yep, off from Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Fayyadhah go home straight as the rest and myself went to Lot 1 McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;Weee, makan.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home extra dinner, bathe, taddahh.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here. :D&lt;br /&gt;DONE BLOGGING. -KICKS TREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;owww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDGONO4fI/AAAAAAAABXg/bFF47p4zyQ8/s1600-h/Fayy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDGONO4fI/AAAAAAAABXg/bFF47p4zyQ8/s320/Fayy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894863768576498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, vivo rooftop very quiet and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;water's great, ta-daah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDGE6JxMI/AAAAAAAABXY/Ed_Z-eNpIQ8/s1600-h/skyandman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDGE6JxMI/AAAAAAAABXY/Ed_Z-eNpIQ8/s320/skyandman.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894861272630466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. So random, take this.&lt;br /&gt;But that's how I found the message bottle with Fay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDF4Yc44I/AAAAAAAABXQ/kEpXksHh9rg/s1600-h/VnyS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDF4Yc44I/AAAAAAAABXQ/kEpXksHh9rg/s320/VnyS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894857910051714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETARDED. xO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDFj5jV6I/AAAAAAAABXI/yFzs7FGqvyw/s1600-h/holidayyy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDFj5jV6I/AAAAAAAABXI/yFzs7FGqvyw/s320/holidayyy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894852411742114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, took this secretly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDFhFMKUI/AAAAAAAABXA/aR_NwdOOvSY/s1600-h/friendsarethycall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQDFhFMKUI/AAAAAAAABXA/aR_NwdOOvSY/s320/friendsarethycall.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337894851655248194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOl, they built this sandcastle while I'm taking care of the stuffs for 4 hours. :I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYow8MhI/AAAAAAAABYI/-rZNT-3nKk8/s1600-h/growthoffriends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYow8MhI/AAAAAAAABYI/-rZNT-3nKk8/s320/growthoffriends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896279646941714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. :D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYi18wPI/AAAAAAAABYA/VgXPeKjSBDw/s1600-h/couplesotd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYi18wPI/AAAAAAAABYA/VgXPeKjSBDw/s320/couplesotd.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896278057337074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, HILLARY AND ZUBAIDAH. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYAwSElI/AAAAAAAABXw/TBtgSlYO78c/s1600-h/builttolast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEYAwSElI/AAAAAAAABXw/TBtgSlYO78c/s320/builttolast.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896268906762834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Syifa and Fay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEXz0UTMI/AAAAAAAABXo/NEd0Zh8AmUs/s1600-h/vfshz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQEXz0UTMI/AAAAAAAABXo/NEd0Zh8AmUs/s320/vfshz.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896265434025154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUGE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKKGgyzII/AAAAAAAABYg/93n2GqRYcUA/s1600-h/LUGEhand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKKGgyzII/AAAAAAAABYg/93n2GqRYcUA/s320/LUGEhand.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337902627004009602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUGE CHOP! LOL. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKJzaJWbI/AAAAAAAABYY/KwX3vZa4s-g/s1600-h/mifadohmi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKJzaJWbI/AAAAAAAABYY/KwX3vZa4s-g/s320/mifadohmi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337902621875853746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKJ2REXsI/AAAAAAAABYQ/CDKx2EIjvpA/s1600-h/Zubhil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKJ2REXsI/AAAAAAAABYQ/CDKx2EIjvpA/s320/Zubhil.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337902622643084994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, couples. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQK0BMblaI/AAAAAAAABY4/ahQfF6hCe2k/s1600-h/HILZub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQK0BMblaI/AAAAAAAABY4/ahQfF6hCe2k/s320/HILZub.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903347130930594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, nice effect at the back. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKz0vcn8I/AAAAAAAABYw/7gRMs6A3gsA/s1600-h/SFV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKz0vcn8I/AAAAAAAABYw/7gRMs6A3gsA/s320/SFV.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903343788138434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKznKCkFI/AAAAAAAABYo/CjZ49KifihY/s1600-h/vfs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQKznKCkFI/AAAAAAAABYo/CjZ49KifihY/s320/vfs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903340141580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQLUB0kpOI/AAAAAAAABZA/VguLNAXN6XQ/s1600-h/whtm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShQLUB0kpOI/AAAAAAAABZA/VguLNAXN6XQ/s320/whtm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337903897055110370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone emo? LOL. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;BYE. -drops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-667106841903955031?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/667106841903955031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/667106841903955031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sentosas-off.html' title='Sentosa&apos;s Off.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/ShFrSoJb8xI/AAAAAAAABW4/FjIE20il9ac/s72-c/442208836_45cb159759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-7273096135926100150</id><published>2009-05-16T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:37:28.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days, I Forgot.</title><content type='html'>Teehee, let's blog the days I'm out with.&lt;br /&gt;Er, maybe, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;9/5/09:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Yishun there to study.&lt;br /&gt;The old cinema place therexz, lol.&lt;br /&gt;With Alexster, Nicole &amp; A New-Coming Friend - Flavian. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha, quite fun, made them laugh and didn't study much, ROFL. :p&lt;br /&gt;Teehee, quite fun to mix with them on such long day. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos, buahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68JP4ibCI/AAAAAAAABWo/qQVwkwq68pY/s1600-h/Nicoleee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68JP4ibCI/AAAAAAAABWo/qQVwkwq68pY/s320/Nicoleee.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409475549129762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicoleee so guaiii. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68JAG3q0I/AAAAAAAABWg/igqZcoXLzHQ/s1600-h/Flavian%26Nicole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68JAG3q0I/AAAAAAAABWg/igqZcoXLzHQ/s320/Flavian%26Nicole.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409471314275138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, what's with the discussion? -coughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68I1JGPzI/AAAAAAAABWY/Zor6ozCNwAU/s1600-h/Alexsterr.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68I1JGPzI/AAAAAAAABWY/Zor6ozCNwAU/s320/Alexsterr.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336409468370829106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX SIBEI CUTE HERE, LOL. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11/5/09:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had computer application practical.&lt;br /&gt;After that, i drew this comics. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg7Bf925ezI/AAAAAAAABWw/6jHhz6qWqZg/s1600-h/DSC05823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg7Bf925ezI/AAAAAAAABWw/6jHhz6qWqZg/s320/DSC05823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336415363405544242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this looked familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye, watching show. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-7273096135926100150?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7273096135926100150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/7273096135926100150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/days-i-forgot.html' title='Days, I Forgot.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sg68JP4ibCI/AAAAAAAABWo/qQVwkwq68pY/s72-c/Nicoleee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-6374619731660389460</id><published>2009-05-12T21:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:53:00.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's, They're Good.</title><content type='html'>Hello fellows.&lt;br /&gt;Exams eh, yeah, all the best!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot say good luck, it doesnt give more.&lt;br /&gt;Along the days, I've been watching Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;For jokes and musics! :)&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with both of these videos, watch it.&lt;br /&gt;You will envy it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This helps me cool off my nerves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXDQ2Xu3puE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL METAL ALCHEMIST! :O&lt;br /&gt;The piano organ is nice yoh! I wish I could be like her, talented. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="395" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovestory &amp; Viva La Viva.&lt;br /&gt;Piano &amp; Cello.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking nice manxz! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-6374619731660389460?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6374619731660389460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/6374619731660389460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-theyre-good.html' title='She&apos;s, They&apos;re Good.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-4524321614914942503</id><published>2009-04-26T22:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:14:46.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Vashon!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look! Someone's old already, hehheh. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh how life sucks, in a boring way, waddafaaa. ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3801506353035817575-4524321614914942503?l=vannyy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4524321614914942503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3801506353035817575/posts/default/4524321614914942503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vannyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/birds-day.html' title='Bird&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Vanneycxz's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175830081001558418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EMY2drsl2oE/TeMX1dmx33I/AAAAAAAACB0/-3vljV5PPOc/s220/vnydrdrez-2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3801506353035817575.post-9008708708176352312</id><published>2009-04-25T20:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:43:25.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Time.</title><content type='html'>Hahhh! Hey yohs.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy post blog, sorry ahz. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, my last time in band already! How sad!&lt;br /&gt;But mmm yarhs, shall talked about Speech Day &amp; LAST DAY IN BAND! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, in the morning had lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious fact that my friends serious crack many jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Hahhh, much laughters. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about what's happening during my lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Go on to the topic for the preparation of Speech day. :)&lt;br /&gt;Well, me and Huixian off to Yew Tee home to change to our Half-Band U by Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;Practically in so much rush, but weird! - I NEVER PERSPIRE! :O&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, perhaps my body temperature's kinda weird eh.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a bathe, and rush to Yew Tee Point to order my Seafood Pasta to bring to school to makan.&lt;br /&gt;Yeahs, took taxi again, haha! I'm not rich yoh, just enough for my day to save! :p&lt;br /&gt;After I reached, Huixian paid me both taxi fares half price.&lt;br /&gt;Then quickly eat my pasta in the canteen then tio chased out by Mrs Tan, that short... HAHA neverminds. (horns growing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then instead I ate my lunch at Arts Hub outside, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Speedly finished, I went to the toilet and changed to my full uniform.&lt;br /&gt;And clipped my bloody fringe which I even tried to!&lt;br /&gt;Then set up my instrument, took my section files &amp; stands.&lt;br /&gt;We're ready to tune our instruments, blow warm air, etc etc. :B&lt;br /&gt;Then my fringe dropped, then hurried to the toilet and clipped again, lol!&lt;br /&gt;Saw Christine having trouble tying her hair, too much layered on her hair. xD&lt;br /&gt;Yep, so Zhuangyi and Yilin helped her! What a section helpers, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to tune my section before I tuned mine. :/&lt;br /&gt;Hmmz, then ate our high-tea dinner, was too plain! Murgh.&lt;br /&gt;No choice but to eat vegetarian food, even thou the non-vegetarian also not-so-bad.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Samantha ate finished then rushed down to the Hall and marked our Attendance for Speech day.&lt;br /&gt;Saw my class, damn paiseh, Idk why I have to hide my face even thou I'm seen! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, rushed to Arts Hub for Warm-up practice.&lt;br /&gt;Sudden rushed, the backstage crew asked us to go and get ready for performance. Wlaoz, I tell you arh, this was not well-organized and prepared!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, we didn't want to disappoint Mr Yeo's and Mr Koh's mood.&lt;br /&gt;So we've to do good no matter what, even so our discipline, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Then on stage for the Opening song, lol! Which invites the Guest-Of-Honour in to our Speech Day Prize Giving Day, lols.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, Cassandra went pretty nervous on Cantus Jubilante.&lt;br /&gt;Heard she's fully nervous and blushing and she couldn't brushed up her fears.&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay, I know how it feels to play solo too, hah.&lt;br /&gt;March Blue Sky saved some Audience's ears I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Cantus Jubilante, was a big large breath that's why our band couldn't make that tip-top promise that Mr Koh wanted, even thou we're called "Spoilt Band". :/&lt;br /&gt;Haiz, at first, he should know he spoilt us long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;And I should asked him this question you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Why do you have to banned foot drill this time? Do you know the foot drill is the activity that changes our personality? Even thou we hated it, we slowly missed it. It was you who doesn't understand us. Don't judge us by our leadership and faces, it is you who didn't bother to watch our characters. What for you pushed most of the blame to us even thou you don't looked like you're blaming us."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say that long ago, he shouldn't have let us go easily like that so far.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers are mostly actually stressed but keep giving us the dagger eyes that we couldn't give a big damn concentration on every work.&lt;br /&gt;It is they who made us so slack that we couldn't control it.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted us to go back early but then tomorrow's the problem etc., but what the band members think is that we settled it before we can do anything. Isn't that right?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when teachers p-point to us, even thou they've a major headache equally as us. Luckily we band members didn't say anything back, we kept quiet so that we will not lose out to them. :/&lt;br /&gt;No offense, I didn't want to blame the teachers, but do they know what the hell are they doing actually? We got many "question marks, exclaimnation marks." over our heads. Problem suddenly thought that it is us, but it's a wrong group/people/person.&lt;br /&gt;Especially Mr Lee, dunno why pushed the blame to band, ALWAYS ONE KIND. -nags.&lt;br /&gt;Psh, my anger blown but I controlled, we may looked awful, but you yourself made us sounded awful. ._.&lt;br /&gt;You see, these are not fair match you know, never always often blame the band.&lt;br /&gt;Think before you say the band. *stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic, then after performances, rushed to put my instruments etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then went for my prize giving.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, speech very long, nevermind, at least I tahan, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Collected my prize giving, then rushed to Arts Hub.&lt;br /&gt;I missed 1/4 of the joy, tears, happiness, gathering with the band, wlaoz.&lt;br /&gt;But took some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;And BUT AGAIN, WOW, SO MANY PEOPLE AFTER ME FOR PICTURES, -faints.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked tio blurrified, diao.&lt;br /&gt;Then many gave me well-designed-LOVED cards and awwww, FAMOUS AMOS COOKIES, LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered who's the one telling my favourites, *glares*&lt;br /&gt;Then took a band group photo.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Noi2 and the other girl dancer for taking our photos in a hard way! :S&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to trouble you two when you guys going for the performance. x.x&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then section photo! My favourite part.&lt;br /&gt;Then backstack crew called us to go Canteen as holding area for curtain call! ~&lt;br /&gt;Haha, fun being up on stage for it.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to pack up everything, then I meet Huixian they all at Canteen.&lt;br /&gt;Realising also, I lost my prize award! ):&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I also push all the cards inside, freaking heartbroken. HAIS. ):&lt;br /&gt;Took pictures with people in the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, heard that Vashon and the rest can't get in for Speech Day.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they can come to see the Speech Day, provided if there's any space.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, there ain't any, they went BP to wait for Jian Lei &amp; Max.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Lot 1 Mac to makan Supper, wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;Went home around near Mid-12. D:&lt;br /&gt;Bathe then sleep, shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos, randomly organised. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UJuX96CI/AAAAAAAABT8/8mVZH-icwxs/s1600-h/SL370988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UJuX96CI/AAAAAAAABT8/8mVZH-icwxs/s320/SL370988.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580428664825890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND! (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UJckrrtI/AAAAAAAABT0/Xj04hAW0tVM/s1600-h/Saxophonists2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UJckrrtI/AAAAAAAABT0/Xj04hAW0tVM/s320/Saxophonists2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580423886319314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Section.&lt;br /&gt;Without Nadia in the photo. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UI3vGvmI/AAAAAAAABTs/5f1xTKweBTQ/s1600-h/SaxophoneManiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UI3vGvmI/AAAAAAAABTs/5f1xTKweBTQ/s320/SaxophoneManiac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580413997923938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(L)s. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UIoph9qI/AAAAAAAABTk/RNx2ZaQzhhQ/s1600-h/Sanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UIoph9qI/AAAAAAAABTk/RNx2ZaQzhhQ/s320/Sanity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580409948010146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanity! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UIo8Wl_I/AAAAAAAABTc/VQvZqJDdIMc/s1600-h/Classmates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2UIo8Wl_I/AAAAAAAABTc/VQvZqJDdIMc/s320/Classmates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331580410026956786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmates from the Performing Arts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_86QXuI/AAAAAAAABUk/MzrIqPJfKWA/s1600-h/Picture+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_86QXuI/AAAAAAAABUk/MzrIqPJfKWA/s320/Picture+344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585758326185698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High-tea Dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_XoUiPI/AAAAAAAABUc/L5aQc7nAAs0/s1600-h/DSC00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_XoUiPI/AAAAAAAABUc/L5aQc7nAAs0/s320/DSC00084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585748318849266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Section Again, (Without Choisiene)&lt;br /&gt;Wlao, sad leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_fh6d9I/AAAAAAAABUU/uCWO7oZge4A/s1600-h/DSC05711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_fh6d9I/AAAAAAAABUU/uCWO7oZge4A/s320/DSC05711.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585750439458770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, all the "GorGors" aka Backstage crews &amp; Huixian! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_J4CT-I/AAAAAAAABUM/ZasSmF-DRQ4/s1600-h/FluteSection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y_J4CT-I/AAAAAAAABUM/ZasSmF-DRQ4/s320/FluteSection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585744626667490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flute Section! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y-3rLx6I/AAAAAAAABUE/p0DnthCKGZw/s1600-h/Band2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2Y-3rLx6I/AAAAAAAABUE/p0DnthCKGZw/s320/Band2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331585739740923810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hedy &amp; Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2kKLtKWYI/AAAAAAAABVM/hcuDa6X30lc/s1600-h/Picture+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2kKLtKWYI/AAAAAAAABVM/hcuDa6X30lc/s320/Picture+381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331598028724394370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarinet Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2kKN1Y9_I/AAAAAAAABVE/Wl2KRoIpOTc/s1600-h/Picture+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QtwZgGIPFuw/Sf2kKN1Y9_I/AAAAAAAABVE/Wl2KRoIpOTc/s320/Picture+377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331598029295777778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary &amp; Moiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="htt
