<?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-817465208339501756</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:18:12.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful memories, beautiful life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1266620731215198372</id><published>2012-01-23T23:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:04:23.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>Today i was trying to learn my chinese spelling when i chanced upon my primary school journal books.&lt;br /&gt;I flipped through my P4 and P6 journal books and laughed at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i just wish we can turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have my P4's mentality.&lt;br /&gt;Although i was so childish back then, i was a very cheerful boy.&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on, it gets more and more stressful.&lt;br /&gt;All the talks about girlfriends, minor quarrels and marks in primary school, they just bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a huge difference between me of my past and now .&lt;br /&gt;During P4 , i'm happy everyday .&lt;br /&gt;During P6 , life gets abit stresser and i'm sad, angry or happy any other day.&lt;br /&gt;During secondary school, life is so stressful and i start to think back as to how long it has been since i truly felt happy and had a good &amp;amp; real laugh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it had been a long time &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;This year's chinese new year wasn't as good as the previous years .&lt;br /&gt;Usually we would go back to malaysia on the 2nd day but due to school on the 3rd day, we went back on the 1st and missed out on many things , such as angpaos and relatives . It seems that firecrackers and fireworks are getting lamer as we grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Or am i not appreciating things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, if i had a chance, i would, or rather, - it ends here. Time doesn't reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;When can i have a good laugh? /:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1266620731215198372?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1266620731215198372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1266620731215198372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1266620731215198372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1266620731215198372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2012/01/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4270425915138214386</id><published>2012-01-15T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T02:53:40.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI.</title><content type='html'>HI ALL!&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking like, should i blog or something HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my life is fun, sometimes it's soo boring.&lt;br /&gt;+ i don't even think anyone ever visits my blog LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;KYES but it's a new year and i'm currently sec 4 .&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4 is quite an important year so i think i should buck up :P&lt;br /&gt;Considering the stress that i'm alr having now &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh it's chinese new year in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to receive as much angpaos as before ,&lt;br /&gt;because this year cny i'm going to m'sia on the first day /=&lt;br /&gt;so i'm missing the rest of my relativesssssssss' angpaos ):&lt;br /&gt;I still remember how i blasted my fingers last year at m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, it was damn epic .&lt;br /&gt;It hurt me so much and took me so long to recover .&lt;br /&gt;I hope i won't be as stupid as before =P&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i hope this year's a good year :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4270425915138214386?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4270425915138214386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>life is so hard .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5214598231050893088?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5214598231050893088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5214598231050893088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5214598231050893088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5214598231050893088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-9127340449314357883</id><published>2011-08-12T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T22:03:57.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loveee~</title><content type='html'>I'm in love ~ !!&lt;br /&gt;Is it alright to have a BGR ( boy-girl relationship ) at such a young age ?&lt;br /&gt;This is a question many asks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to analyse the benefits and disadvantages of having a relationship at this age ~ .&lt;br /&gt;Benefit : Life won't be too colourless as you know there's always someone there for you ~ concerning about you ~&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything else ?&lt;br /&gt;I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages : Your studies get neglected as you spend more time on your relationship ~ &lt;br /&gt;When you breakup your studies get affected too ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what's the point of getting a BGR at this stage?&lt;br /&gt;To me, i feel that BGR at this point of time will not last .&lt;br /&gt;We are still too young, and immature to actually understand what is love.&lt;br /&gt;In fact it is all about infatuation, just that we mix it up with love.&lt;br /&gt;Some enjoys the feeling of having a BGR, some just wants it for fun.&lt;br /&gt;They may claim they're serious but within months or years they still break up.&lt;br /&gt;However, i feel that BGR is a phase that everyone must go through in life, despite their age.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is a part of our life, for us to undergo the process such that after we break up we will grow to be more mature.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, i used to have BGRs whether it's for fun or not,&lt;br /&gt;and i grew out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I found it tiring such that BGRs ties you down to another person, chaining you and closing down your freedom.&lt;br /&gt;I've soon learnt not to engage in BGRs anymore, and though i may act immature but in times where i should be serious i have a mature mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've matured~~ :&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me i'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;that we are still we ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just down,&lt;br /&gt;you left me with a note&lt;br /&gt;without a sound&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-9127340449314357883?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/9127340449314357883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Miracles</title><content type='html'>Miracles!&lt;br /&gt;Do they exist?&lt;br /&gt;They do !&lt;br /&gt;On one condition - for you to believe in them !&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's always an angel following me.&lt;br /&gt;Guiding me throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;It has shone light on my path, on my future.&lt;br /&gt;My angel has brighten up my life !&lt;br /&gt;It has brought enlightenment to me !&lt;br /&gt;Now i know, i have to face life with a positive attitude ! (:&lt;br /&gt;No pessimism, only optimism !&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the road is tough.&lt;br /&gt;But life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the many obstacles in my life are to challenge me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect myself to overcome all of them;&lt;br /&gt;but i expect myself to at the very least,&lt;br /&gt;try my best !&lt;br /&gt;I know, and i can, succeed !&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten the top in class for chemistry and biology,&lt;br /&gt;supposedly my weak subject science (x&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering this question recently: What do i study for ?&lt;br /&gt;Certs? Good job? Better future? For my parents? For myself?&lt;br /&gt;I've came to the conclusion that i study to make my parents proud .&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, there's only one objective in my life now: to be happy !&lt;br /&gt;Should anything happen i would also leave with a smile !&lt;br /&gt;Miracles exist, has happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;and will go on to help me in my life !&lt;br /&gt;Surprise me with surprises!&lt;br /&gt;Miracle miracles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4961730625262185579?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4961730625262185579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4961730625262185579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7788972271948058469</id><published>2011-06-21T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:23:09.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog~</title><content type='html'>oh yeah~&lt;div&gt;listening to the music makes me feel like blogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently many unhappy things happened to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but the time bomb seems to have blasted off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet another time bomb begins ticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 years... it has been 4 years... since this time bomb began ticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to solve my problems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm just trying to ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to avoid reality~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping that i can ignore the fact that the time bomb has blasted,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoping that it can be forgotten,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that the other time bomb will not blast off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking on the positive side somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does not work anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking on the pessimistic side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes me sadder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But... idk either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我觉得我的存在并不存在。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't think too much guys. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just being random o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7788972271948058469?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7788972271948058469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7788972271948058469' 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sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;私の&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;母が&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;彼女に言った&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;したくない&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;私は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;戸惑いを感じる&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;頭部&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;の痛み&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;心臓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;は&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;非常に&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;酸っぱい&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;です&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4176849117171700841?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4176849117171700841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4176849117171700841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4176849117171700841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4176849117171700841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1497405135018435357</id><published>2011-06-07T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T05:09:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy.</title><content type='html'>象棋比赛我的组得了第二名！&lt;div&gt;My team got 2nd for Chinese Chess competition!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Team A got champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Team C surpassed Team B and got their 2nd place! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whereas Team B got 3rd hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to play the first match :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when our reserve player lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another player looks losing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our idiot captain was winning yet he decided for a draw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He claimed: "no point."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then our player won...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of our idiot captain we got a draw for the match instead of a win ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However however,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next few match i played =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I played 5 out of 7 matches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except one against Team A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it was ... *secret*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot say or will face consequences hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still remember the face of our idiot captain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when he was losing and he looked at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sighed to himself and depended so much on me hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a tough one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The opponent probably miscalculated/ underestimated me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone laughed at my shocked expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was the last of all players to finish the last round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone stared at my match intently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many sighed because we were going to lose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know how to kill at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the fatal move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The move that decided my loss or victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The enemy moved very quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He did not see my step!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't kill him immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought there was a scam to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is supposedly victoria secondary school's best player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stared to the captain of our chinese chess club when the enemy made the move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE SMILED IMMEDIATELY AND NODDED HIS HEAD REPEATEDLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a split second, THERE IT GOES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE FATAL MOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MOVE THAT LED TO OUR VICTORY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT LED TO OUR 2ND POSITION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE CROWD CHEERED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUR INSTRUCTOR SHOUTED "WOO"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERY SINGLE PLAYER RUSHED TO MY TABLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD WON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE HAPPINESS, THE PRIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYONE CHEERED FOR ME THOUGH I WAS LUCKY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD DONE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MADE HWACHONG PROUD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the blitz however, i was disappointed and quite careless because there is only 5 minutes for each player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.5/9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, oh well )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ranking 23rd out of 107? or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall champion wasn't hwachong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was supposed to be us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i guess it was rigged. )=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hwachong clinched all 3 positions for secondary school category,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and got 3rd for JC category.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They claimed they gave the overall champion from the results of the JC category,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by which RJC won the champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, it's Raffles Cup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can we do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5810492271047076722</id><published>2011-06-05T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T07:02:37.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because i'm a girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I just can't understand the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Of all the men and their mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You give them all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And then they rip it all away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You told me how much you loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And how our love was meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;And I believed in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I thought that you would set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;(REFRAIN):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You should've just told me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;That I wasn't the girl for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Still, I didn't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;So my heart depended on you, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;(CHORUS):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Although I'll say I hate you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Though I'll shout and curse you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I'll always have love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Because I am a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Been told a man will leave you cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Get sick of you and bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I know that it's no lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I gave my all, still I just cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Never again will I be fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;To give my all when nothing's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I won't be played again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;But I will fall in love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;(REFRAIN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You should've just told me the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;That I wasn't the girl for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Still, I didn't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;So my heart depended on you, whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136); font-size: 0.75em; "&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/because-i-am-a-girl-english-version-lyrics-kiss.html ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Although I'll say I hate you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Though I'll shout and curse you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I'll always have love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Because I am a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I Want You So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;NoW you leave me in the cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;How could this be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I thought that you Really Loved Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Into the Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I will pray that you're alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;YOu hurt me so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I just can't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;You took advantage of my willingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;To do anything for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Now I'm the only one in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Will you please take it all away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Never thought Born being A girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I can love you and be burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Now I will build a wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;To never get torn again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Although I'll say I hate you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Though I'll shout and curse you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;I'll always have love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Because I am a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Well See You Soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5810492271047076722?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5810492271047076722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5810492271047076722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5810492271047076722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5810492271047076722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/06/because-im-girl.html' title='Because i&apos;m a girl.'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7572658126418429179</id><published>2011-05-20T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T06:28:54.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我们还是朋友吗？</title><content type='html'>Memories, indeed.&lt;div&gt;Memories stay with us forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but happiness fade gradually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime we remember about our past ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we tend to laugh / be sad and then get emo and miss our past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to know that there are people around you who can make you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super boring, i can't do th job of making you happy, so might as well leave it to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since i'm boring, i shan't disturb you either .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sometimes, reading those things kinda make me sad .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do something for you but i can't cause i don't know how .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You sound emo in them ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though you always put on a brave front and act like you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes people feel so useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps you're in love, idk but all the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't always think of dying; nobody wants you to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the times we used to talk together everyday , missed the times over the phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss your voice, miss your laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all these are the past .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lOl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They cannot be retrieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neither do i think we can get back that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i found out that i don't understand you at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe somebody appeared in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you happiness .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'msosorryi'msopaisehisucksomuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sincerely, signing out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with l.o.l. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hahah i guess all these look boring and crap again ._. oh well , doesn't matter since does the person even visit my blog lOl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7572658126418429179?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7572658126418429179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7572658126418429179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7572658126418429179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7572658126418429179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title='我们还是朋友吗？'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4861052787356142724</id><published>2011-05-16T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T04:02:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Band of Brothers</title><content type='html'>Band of Brothers is a 10 part video series dramatising the history of one compny of American paratroopers in World War Two - E Company, 506th Regiment, 101st Airborne known as " Easy Company ". It depeicts not only the heroism of the company's exploits but also the extraordinay bond among men formed in the crucible of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of Brothers was made as a work of dramatic entertainment and its story depicts handsome, earnest young men who face challenges and bravely achieve great victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel that Band of Brothers romanticize the story of Easy Company. It was said that although the characters portrayed are actual members of Easy Company, but there are several differences between recorded history and the film version. This shows that Easy Company does not really reflect the truth of the real story, and that some parts may be exaggerated or made up. Furthermore, to deal with war and its horrors, men tend to remember the better parts and the horrible parts with far less details. Thus it is romanticizing the story ofEasy Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i feel that it romanticizes both World War Two and war in general. I think that it is a mixture of both. This story is based on the real life incident of World War Two. Furthermore the scenes shown in Episode 7 were quite gruesome and sorts, which should be due to WW2 because of its massive size ( huge countries involved ) and its destruction . However, the feelings of the people are more to the war side, as the feelings are usually how people in a war would feel, hence i think that it romanticise both of them in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that it is significant for the US Army to sponsor the broadcast of Band of Brothers. It can be used to rope in trainees for the US Army. Band of Brother shows how the people are brave in fighting against the war for their own country. This can develop one's love for the country and so the people would be more committed to the US and want to help out US in any war or crisis. So i feel that it is significant for the US army to sponsr the broadcast of Band of Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4861052787356142724?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4861052787356142724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4861052787356142724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4861052787356142724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4861052787356142724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/05/band-of-brothers.html' title='Band of Brothers'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4936160357301144491</id><published>2011-04-29T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T04:14:21.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Today i bought $15.50 worth of presents for my mother.&lt;div&gt;It consists of a necklace , a card , and flowers .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it's not the money that counts, but the sincerity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i feel so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something constructive , and creative .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did something i never knew i would ever do .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I designed a surprise for my mum .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i feel so filial .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decorated her dressing table .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decorated the lights , with a yellow colored paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arranged her table , and placed the flowers and card together .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a : 提早：母亲节快乐！！！on a piece of paper .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I taped the necklace onto the mirror .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I switched off all the lights .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I switched on her dressing table light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch the yellow light glow, so beautifully, as it shines down on the two mirrors on her dressing table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watch the lights shining my hard work .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel touched . By myself .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought of future plans for my mum .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned her birthday too , not knowing if i will implement it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today i'm not the happiest kid on earth ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i know she's the happiest mum on earth .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy , happy mother's day .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you . &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;P.S. I feel useless too because i can't bring myself to say i love you to my mum in person :x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4936160357301144491?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4936160357301144491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4936160357301144491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4936160357301144491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4936160357301144491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/04/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4062786174437549295</id><published>2011-04-28T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:10:03.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating on buses</title><content type='html'>Recently there was a STOMP post on HCI boys eating ice-cream on bus.&lt;div&gt;What i will be talking is regarding the matter of eating and drinking on buses and trains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly , what is wrong with eating and drinking in buses ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see no wrong in that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact , when we are hungry and thirsty , why can't we eat and drink ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMRT claims that we will dirty the buses and trains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then why not impose fines on people who dirtied the buses and trains ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, not many people who eat and drink on buses and trains get caught,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let alone the people who dirtied them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more outrageous is that they ban the intake of medicine and water .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So does that mean that a patient who is on the bus or train have to get off the bus or train in order to take their medicine or drink a sip of water ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't that too ridiculous ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can SMRT afford to pay the consequences that a patient will get if he does not take his medicine on time, just because he is taking a train or bus at that time ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, SMRT will shirk responsibility,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm 200% sure of that .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will claim that it's the person's fault,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they will claim that it is his own stupidity not to take the medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THEY WERE THE ONES WHO BANNED IT .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One woman who claimed to be eating a sweet on the bus because she is dizzy was fined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMRT claimed that if she can use that excuse, everyone will be able to use that excuse too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOWEVER, what if it is true ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she really is dizzy ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she fainted on the car ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is SMRT going to pay for her medical costs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answer is : No .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many people who eat on the bus or trains DO NOT litter the bus or trains at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seriously see no need to ban eating and drinking on bus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't a $50 fine for a sweet a little too expensive ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure i will never swallow that sweet if i'm fined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, so what is the solution to this matter ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many solutions actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no need to make a mountain out of a molehill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMRT can just ban the intake of food that will be littered easily, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such as eating packed rice or ice-cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, i'm not saying that the HCI boy can eat ice-cream on bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, he shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know that ice-cream melts easily, so if he doesn't finish it on time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it will melt and litter the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SMRT can choose an alternative way - allow the intake of medicines, water and certain snacks that will not litter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure this will be a better alternative and i'm even more certain that the majority will agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who will want to pay a few dozen dollars just for a drink or snack ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who would risk it ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one would, unless necessary .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which meant special cases , which meant SMRT should allow too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet SMRT staffs drank on the bus or train before too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Contradictory ? Irony ? No, oxymoron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4062786174437549295?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4062786174437549295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4062786174437549295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4062786174437549295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4062786174437549295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/04/eating-on-buses.html' title='Eating on buses'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-9090138518153988330</id><published>2011-04-28T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:49:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time to blog!</title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in a long long while.&lt;div&gt;Life is pretty amazing now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought term 2 would be a long and busy term,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turns out it's much slacker than term 1 ! x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright , maybe only to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i haven't been studying much ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as compared to term 1 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I vaguely remember how i used to study each day a few weeks before the test ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i'm playing and playing everyday even during the tests !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English test is over , just a speech test , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i will be alright ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doubt i screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese test is over , with an amazing score of A2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm left with Maths test 2 , Physics , Chemistry , Biology, IHC and IHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IHC and IHE are only source-based! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which effectively means the amount needed to be studied is half :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Physics , Chemistry and Biology are taking a toll on me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite getting perfect A1s for all 3 in term 1 ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand absolutely nothing for all 3 in term 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understood nothing in physics , slept throughout in chemistry , and wasn't paying attention in biology .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i can score well for term 2 , at least better than term 1 ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck to me , !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-9090138518153988330?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/9090138518153988330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=9090138518153988330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9090138518153988330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9090138518153988330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-time-to-blog.html' title='It&apos;s time to blog!'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7221505539832943124</id><published>2011-04-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:58:26.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;不求你深深记着我一辈子、只求你别忘记你的世界我来过 &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;如果有一天我走了，你会记得我吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;  不是每个擦肩而过的人都会相识，也不是每个相识的人都会让人牵挂，至少我们在今生，在那个地方,在一转身的时候没有错过。在我们双眼相望的时候，在眼中找 到了爱的缘份。若大的球上能和你相遇真的不容易，感谢上天给了我们这次相识，相恋的缘份。别忘了，你的世界我曾经来过。       &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt; 曾经我也带给你快乐，曾经我也带给你幸福。曾经我也让你焦灼和无奈，曾经我也让你等待和期盼。也曾经我们都忘了自己，体会那心跳的感觉和缠绵的爱。不是每 一段爱情都有美丽的回忆，也不是每段回忆都是那么的刻骨铭心。我们即使不能相伴到老，我也会在这里为你祝福,即使某天这一段感情再也无法继续，相信你也会 记得有一个人和你相依偎，有一个时常会惹你生气的我。        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;   因为你已是我今生永远无法割舍的牵挂。因为再多的东西也换不回拥有你的日子。也许你已经忘了你的那句‘我爱你’但我付出的依然是最真的心。如果你真的爱 我，那我是幸福的。就算和你走不到天涯，我的心依然为你牵挂。当你不开心的时候，我会陪你流泪。当你不快乐的时候，我就是你的开心果。当你孤独的时候，我 会陪伴你左右，你伤感的时候，我会和你一样的忧郁。当你梦见我的时候，那是我再想你了......       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;   有时候执着是一种负担或者是一种伤害，放弃却是一种美丽。当爱情不能完美，我宁愿选择无悔，不论来生多么美丽，我无法失去今生对你的记忆！为什么路的后面 还是路，为什么故事结束还有那么多的假如。如果今生我们注定擦肩而过，那我深深地祝福你永远快乐。然后收起有关于的你一切，期待来生与你相遇。泪水是我想 你的滋味，我付出的心无力挽回，如果回忆是唯一的回信，我不会忘记我们曾经的美丽。泪已流下来，怎可让它堆积成海。如果某天你我分手，我愿做你眼里的一滴 泪，当你把我哭出来的时候，让我在你的唇边消失。        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;  鸟儿和鱼儿相爱了。可是，它们活在两个世界。于是，鸟儿伤心地飞向另一片海域，鱼儿游向海底最深处。有天你航行累了，如果那时觉得我还是你可以信赖的港 湾，如果那时我的港湾里没有航船，我会毫不犹豫欢迎你靠岸。 有些话只说一遍，即使我们分开了，我也会笑着活下去。其实离开你，比当初爱上你更需要勇气，这次我们真的分开了，可我却不敢告诉你我还是爱你，只希望你和他能长长久久。     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;  不想说再见，是因为我们要分别；不能说再见，是因为眼眶中有泪。缘聚缘散我们只能默然......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;也许生命中最美的就是这种没有结果的感情，一切都来不及 表达，所有的，可能都因死亡或错过而冰封。也许是缘份，我们都不愿伤害最不愿伤害的人，相信你，因为我爱你，让我们彼此好好珍惜。每一份感情都很美，每一 程相伴也都令人迷醉。         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;   是不能拥有的遗憾让我们更感缝眷；是夜半无眠的思念让我们更觉留恋。既然我们不能相伴，就让我们笑着说再见，苦苦的追寻并不能让生活更圆满。也许一点遗 憾，一丝伤感，会让这份感情更值得怀念。不要求你给我太多，也不要求你的任何承诺和你的任何责任。更不要求你能深深的记着我一辈子……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;只要你记着我们曾经的一切。只想让你偶尔的时候还会想起我，偶尔想起那个曾经深深爱过你的人，那个曾经为你流泪的人。请你一定要记得，你的世界我曾经来 过。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; "&gt;虽然我们不能并肩走下去，可我们也曾带给彼此不少的欢乐。  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7221505539832943124?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7221505539832943124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7221505539832943124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7221505539832943124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7221505539832943124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3966764477748220781</id><published>2011-04-19T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T04:00:32.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>我只是个平凡的人，没有勇气放下一切。</title><content type='html'>今天我学到了原来想做个即善良又能忍耐的人是非常困难的。&lt;div&gt;人生中有许多的起落，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人类是不能控制的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;我也明白了挣扎是一种痛苦。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;唯有解决的方法&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;就是放下。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我累了。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;放下一切，但心能得到&lt;b&gt;宁静&lt;/b&gt;吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有谁能来教我，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如何才能得到&lt;b&gt;忍耐的最高境界&lt;/b&gt;，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;如何才能得到&lt;b&gt;真正的宁静&lt;/b&gt;呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;有谁能来教我。。。教我。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4147872417947343480</id><published>2011-03-30T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T07:08:09.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching max.</title><content type='html'>Watched this movie online today (DotA movie),&lt;div&gt;touching max . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried after watching it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically the movie is like this .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The younger brother of the main character in the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is a genius of power controlling in the elf race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elder brother (main character) was predicted to be useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So everyone was like despising the elder brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and favouring the younger brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday people was cold to him etc etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder brother meets a girl who has very good relationship with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder brother decided to introduce younger brother to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They both had even better relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder brother was very sad and tortured everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once he challenged one member of his own race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and killed the person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He ran away from his hometown,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the scourge ( evil race ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the scourge found him to be a genius of soul controlling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they trained the elder brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the elder brother helps the scourge to win many battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally elder brother meets younger brother in battle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder brother won younger brother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hesitated to kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Young brother was saved by the predicter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elder brother was very happy to see the predicter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause he hated him alot , and wanted to kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predicter reveals the truth to him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that soul controlling was forbidden and they didn't know much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so given the elder brother's character he would go to scourge to learn and get evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They didn't tell him the truth cause they wanted to protect him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Predicter eventually died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elder brother went to where he and the girl first met ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and was ambushed by the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl didn't know it was the elder brother there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elder brother retaliated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and realised it was the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had killed the girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He saw the present he first gave the girl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was still with her all the while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He realised the girl really liked him, and not his younger brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The younger brother came, saw what happened,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and charged forward to kill the elder brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, of course, the elder brother could win,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but he didn't attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He let his younger brother killed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't know what he had done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had killed the girl he loved the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had betrayed his own clan and race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had turned evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was no longer himself;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is a demon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the thoughts, his sins, he wanted to let everything end,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so he let his younger brother kill him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the story ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touching max, sorry i guess the way i described isn't touching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4147872417947343480?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4147872417947343480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4147872417947343480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4147872417947343480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4147872417947343480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/03/touching-max.html' title='Touching max.'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6885991322492546183</id><published>2011-03-26T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T20:48:49.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA competition</title><content type='html'>I took part in my CCA competition a few weeks ago ,&lt;div&gt;to my disappointment i didn't win any trophies .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the preliminary rounds, i performed well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won the first round, allowing me to proceed to table one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also won the subsequent rounds, which allowed me to stay at table 1 for quite some rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the fourth match, i fought with one of the best players in our school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was about to win him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but due to time constraints,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could only draw with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This made me so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the last two rounds i also fought with students from our school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i lost to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end i got only the 11th placing for preliminary rounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which has no prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However i entered the final round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the finals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lost the first game, i was very careless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was also very angry for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won the subsequent few rounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the 6th round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could win my opponent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was careless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the end i lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very mad at myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i couldn't get over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the 7th round,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was supposed to be a draw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my opponent let me win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end i got the 9th placing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which still has no prize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so mad and mad at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6885991322492546183?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6885991322492546183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6885991322492546183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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contains deep meanings, which one could never comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;How do you define friends? What actually makes up a friend? What are friends?&lt;br /&gt;Friends are categorized into two categories - true or untrue .&lt;br /&gt;What makes a friend true and untrue then ? Is it possible that a friend is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gray&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , and not &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ? &lt;div&gt;To me , if you were to ask me . What is a friend , to me ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that a friend is one whom not always , but occasionally goes through your hardest times with you , your sweetest moments with you , accompany you throughout your life .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However ,  a friend may part with you , in one part of your life .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not come into contact with them anymore , you may quarrel with them , fight with them , and end up as enemies .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep in your heart , you know that actually , the person is still a friend , whom you love and concern much , that's why you would even bother to quarrel or fight with them .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again , i believe the friend would come back to you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's what happened to me .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a joyous feeling, one you could not explain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends make up a very important part of our life ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nobody could live without friends .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends may lie , hurt , or even backstab you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are they still friends ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for you to judge .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They may be good to you , are they true ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's for you to judge .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if a friend may hurt you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he may be a true friend .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if a friend is good to you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he may not be a true friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship lies in trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep up a friendship, both of you have to trust each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, you have to trust yourself first ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you cannot even trust yourself , how could you trust others ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend may not have much to talk with you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in times of trouble he may be there for you ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he may be the one who goes through your life with you .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore , we shouldn't try to hurt anyone in our life ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgive and forget .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust &amp;amp; Tolerance is the key to friendship .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never hurt your friends ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh at the slightest things .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An occasional spark is healthy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to keep up good relations between friends ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but never over-do it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By doing these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will realise how easy it is to make friends ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how wonderful, or c&lt;i&gt;olourfu&lt;/i&gt;l, your life can get .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2018847948942758172?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1031788680234133403</id><published>2011-03-13T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:01:21.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from Japan!&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone , who worried much about me .&lt;br /&gt;honestly , i'm touched .&lt;br /&gt;When i came back many people were worrying&lt;br /&gt;that something might happen to me&lt;br /&gt;during the earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks to all of your well wishes,&lt;br /&gt;i'm back without harm!&lt;br /&gt;Kyoto isn't affected much in fact,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm very lucky (:&lt;br /&gt;one even went to the temple to pray for me!&lt;br /&gt;hahah , such good friends i have!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know there were actually so many people&lt;br /&gt;around me who care for me so much.&lt;br /&gt;yup, touched.&lt;br /&gt;my trip in Japan was a fruitful one.&lt;br /&gt;It was very.. fun?&lt;br /&gt;I experienced the Japanese culture.&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese were also very polite and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;ECO-FRIENDLY too.&lt;br /&gt;They had many recycle bins, more than Singapore i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;They were very hospitable.&lt;br /&gt;This made me feel so shy.&lt;br /&gt;We went to many places and had much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a lot of chocolates back for my family .&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family so much .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1031788680234133403?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1031788680234133403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4414188491861449839</id><published>2011-02-25T04:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T04:53:52.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>101th post ~&lt;br /&gt;Kay life seems so much less stressed now ~&lt;br /&gt;with most of the tests over! :P&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel that i'm much more hardworking this year&lt;div&gt;than the previous years o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's cause this year is much more harder &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i need to study more to catch up ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nevertheless ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm quite happy with some of my results :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm most disappointed with my maths results T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry and Physics A1 currently~&lt;br /&gt;Maths test paper 1 B3 =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life sucks , cause there's a lot of homework T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have much free time now .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The homework so many until i don't feel like doing at all . =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My weekends are totally occupied by homework .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although tests are over , new topics are taught ... so complicated.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ayyyyyye ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know what else to post .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shall post next time , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or perhaps tomorrow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause i'm going to celebrate my brother's 21st birthday tomorrow! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4414188491861449839?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4414188491861449839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>98th post ~</title><content type='html'>Hihihi all ~ !&lt;br /&gt;It's my 98th post !&lt;br /&gt;2 more post to the 100th post :D&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe,&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see what to post .&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been studying.&lt;br /&gt;Today is 大年初一.&lt;br /&gt;Angpaos!! $_$&lt;br /&gt;This year don't know what happened ley ,&lt;br /&gt;like screwed up like that .&lt;div&gt;This year nobody come to my house liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more angpao. Only about 10 like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to have a few dozens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EMO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a gambling addict yay.&lt;br /&gt;50cents, $1, $2, $4, $5, $10, $16, $20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CRAZY BETTINGS!! :P&lt;br /&gt;New year eve win over 10 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;New year lose 21 bucks )=&lt;br /&gt;Won back with the help of my mama .&lt;br /&gt;At night play mahjong .&lt;br /&gt;LOLL!&lt;br /&gt;I super noob la .&lt;br /&gt;Total 25 bucks i lose 4 bucks o_o&lt;br /&gt;Later going play texas poker i think .&lt;br /&gt;Tmrw going malaysia to play all my fireworks again.&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired!! o_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haix. stupid&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sherlyn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;keep pester me to post. o_o&lt;br /&gt;hehehe stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;sherlyn :D&lt;br /&gt;we should talk more often la dey,&lt;br /&gt;we drifting apart lolol! x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6969034580564256486?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6969034580564256486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6969034580564256486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6969034580564256486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6969034580564256486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2011/02/98th-post.html' title='98th post ~'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-257779875636258095</id><published>2011-01-18T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T03:36:19.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[I]Useless[/I]</title><content type='html'>So many things happened that made me feel &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; useless recently .&lt;br /&gt;Take yesterday for example .&lt;br /&gt;I spent a long time looking at my maths assignment,&lt;br /&gt;which had a mere 6 questions,&lt;div&gt;but i couldn't solve any,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;at all .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end i had to ask my brother how to do them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Question after question.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes of course, you would say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What could you expect? It's maths. Maths are hard."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, the questions are on a very easy topic!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simultaneous equation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot forgive myself for it .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For not being able to do simple questions on simultaneous equations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my teacher said ( if i'm not wrong ),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the test is of that standard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which could only mean i'm waiting to fail my test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe i can do something to salvage the situation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like study, hard, and i mean,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;real hard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's never my type to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dislike studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let nature take its course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can expect my future =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;[P.S i really can't forgive myself for it simultaneous equation is supposed to be really easy.. why am i so stupid?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[P.S.S buck up. maybe not.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There there, that's the first thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay now the second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;My friend's having a test the next day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and i'm supposed to be my friend's 'teacher'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I read up my physics textbook,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;that particular chapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then when i want to teach over the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i can't o_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cause i can't speak over phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't speak on phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For no particular reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Teaching by sms would be totally weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And so i hear my friend over the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;being very nervous, and probably sounded scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was.. so guilty, and worried .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm supposed to teach my friend but I can't! Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So useless ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And when i wanted to text my friend the information,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i was simply regurgitating from my textbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I could just ask my friend to read from the textbook -,-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What's the point of me teaching what can be known in the textbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay i admit, i'm mentally retarded, or maybe i'm not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;someone's who is mentally retarded wouldn't know he is mentally retarded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but typing all these makes me feel like i'm mentally retarded so i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;if i'm mentally retarded or i'm not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mentally retarded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh well, then when my friend took the test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;my friend didn't know how to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and anyhow did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;From what my friend said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;This makes me feel &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm sorry .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Maybe i shouldn't act smart and go around being a ' teacher ' after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not fit to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not even smart myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a retard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay i don't need counselling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know what i'm doing i know what i'm thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm not being emotional writing all this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So don't send me for counselling =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Don't know don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OH! and today something made me feel useless too ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Two words i learnt today:&lt;br /&gt;Miniscule - small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aversion - a strong dislike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, controversial for ambiguous &amp;amp; debated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[P.S the end.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='[I]Useless[/I]'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8648027718098665794</id><published>2011-01-14T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:37:46.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post after so long ?&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekends after the first week of school.&lt;br /&gt;The week seemed so long.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 life is so obviously different from Sec 2 life.&lt;br /&gt;It is so much more stressful!&lt;br /&gt;Life isn't going very well for me lately...&lt;br /&gt;Problems after problems just keep coming to me.&lt;br /&gt;But i shall not say them since it's personal.&lt;br /&gt;I guess some people know @@.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of homeworks this weekend,&lt;br /&gt;which basically mean i can't play,&lt;div&gt;there's no time for playing -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to slack but time's running out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing the English Mindmap and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had problems uploading which took me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite a little of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally can upload le ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year resolutions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to study harder &amp;amp; score better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year is going to be a strenous year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gambette! byee :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8648027718098665794?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4818900593527220791</id><published>2010-08-19T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T03:09:02.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only, if only .</title><content type='html'>There is a word, that most probably, to me, suits everyone in the world: &lt;em&gt;If only, if only .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here it goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i was not born in this world .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could reverse the time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only there was such a thing called, redo, in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i had a little brother and sister, for me to take care of, love them, see how they grow up, the adorable little them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i could go back to my primary school .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i had been more hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i was born a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only there are impossible things invented in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i knew all the tests answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i knew every single thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i had all the skills in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i had special abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could remain a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only there was no school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i do not need to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could do all the tests again with the answer in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i had scored 100 for all my tests be it primary school or secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only there is not so much stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could play whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only we live in paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only there is no hatred in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only&lt;/em&gt;, if only everyone is pure in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only there was no sadness in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only everyone is happy in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i could travel all around the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could try all the delicacies in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i can see all the amazing things in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i could see how amazing natural disasters are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only,&lt;/em&gt; if only i knew why there is human in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i knew all about life sciences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could solve all the mystery in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i could have all the wealth in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i had all the knowledge in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, &lt;/em&gt;if only i had whatever i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, if only i could have happiness everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, if only "happiness" and "purity" exists in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if only, if only, if only i knew everything else i could type here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if only, if only, &lt;strong&gt;if only all my wishes, be it stated here or not, came true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4818900593527220791?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4818900593527220791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4818900593527220791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4818900593527220791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I changed my clothes, ( they brought for me )&lt;br /&gt;and we went to the spinning tower to eat.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what is the name.&lt;br /&gt;But the whole building is spinning inside,&lt;br /&gt;it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;After that everyone came, my whole family, and my father's friends.&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of delicious food,&lt;br /&gt;and it is seriously damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;After which we went home,&lt;br /&gt;and meanwhile, i kept on finding out information about the China peoples' leaving time etc,&lt;br /&gt;and whether i could go visit them.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;My greatest regret in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1227125604911410847?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1227125604911410847/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7744955566227461934</id><published>2010-08-09T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:09:52.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China day 2</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we went to the Botanical garden first.&lt;br /&gt;My two daughters kept following me and i kept shaking them off. ( teehee )&lt;br /&gt;We had soooo much fun inside.&lt;br /&gt;After that since they were finding peope to bring all the china people around Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;i offered to go.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, we went to illuma etc.&lt;br /&gt;At first we were having fun, chatting and laughing etc,&lt;br /&gt;after that i didn't know what i scolded to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;but we were always joking,&lt;br /&gt;and she took it seriously.&lt;br /&gt;She got angry, and pulled her friend around the mall for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us just followed her all the way,&lt;br /&gt;and i caught her crying.&lt;br /&gt;I was like, oh my god, i have created trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Kept on apologising and apologising but she refused to talk.&lt;br /&gt;After which in the bus stop , i sat beside her and apologised to her .&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my brother called, and i couldn't follow them back to school.&lt;br /&gt;Just nice, the bus came.&lt;br /&gt;I was so sad, that was the last time we met.&lt;br /&gt;I passed them my presents for them.&lt;br /&gt;And the girl who cried said thanks.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;She said bye to me, and they got on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time i ever met them.&lt;br /&gt;I missed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;I regretted not going to the airport the next day to see them off,&lt;br /&gt;they called me twice in the morning, waiting for me to come to see them off.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;And they cried.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god for letting me find out their QQ.&lt;br /&gt;In which i was able to talk to them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't copy and paste what they said for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;But it is damn touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7744955566227461934?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4904831596005651869</id><published>2010-08-09T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T21:10:11.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>China day 1 ( Wednesday )</title><content type='html'>Ohemgee, i'm so glad i was chosen to host the china peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of fun with them, despite only being two days.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, my group consists of two girls and one boy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really know them quite well at first.&lt;br /&gt;The boy, i sat with him, and communicated with him.&lt;br /&gt;But he was very quiet though.&lt;br /&gt;Then at the Sun Yat Sen Museum,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't talk to them at all.&lt;br /&gt;However at the Peranakan Museum ( once again )&lt;br /&gt;I brought them to the funeral place at my first stop.&lt;br /&gt;That was how i get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;They were scared of ghosts ( teehee )&lt;br /&gt;And then i started to communicated with them and so after.&lt;br /&gt;After that i brought them to change money at Orchard,&lt;br /&gt;and we proceeded to have dinner together.&lt;br /&gt;Then we shopped for souvenirs, and i talked alot with them.&lt;br /&gt;It was much fun.&lt;br /&gt;They wanted to take photos of me and i managed to escape from it.&lt;br /&gt;When they were entering the bus back to school, i was acknowledged as their father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4904831596005651869?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4904831596005651869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4904831596005651869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4904831596005651869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4904831596005651869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/08/ohemgee-im-so-glad-i-was-chosen-to-host.html' title='China day 1 ( Wednesday )'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2899806616100097053</id><published>2010-08-09T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:24:52.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checkup</title><content type='html'>I went for medical checkup the other day,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i swear it is the hardest hurdle in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well, except that i forgot to bring some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;and had to trouble my mother to go back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well, EXCEPT DURING THE URINE TEST.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know how hard it is to urine when i didn't want to urine -_-&lt;br /&gt;I just urinated in school,&lt;br /&gt;of course no more urine is left in my bladder.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i spent 1 hour trying to pee but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;I even forced until i had headaches.&lt;br /&gt;I drank two bottles of bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Before FINALLY LIKE ONLY 2 ML OF URINE CAME OUT ?!&lt;br /&gt;And then i gave to the nurse,&lt;br /&gt;and she passed to the doctor,&lt;br /&gt;and hooray, all is well,&lt;br /&gt;everything is well.&lt;br /&gt;"The best feeling in this world is finally able to urinate when it is going to burst out alr,&lt;br /&gt;and the worst feeling in this world is wanting to shit but not able to shit as there is no toilet and the shit comes out and it stays in your undies!"&lt;br /&gt;-Quoted by Sebastian :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2899806616100097053?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2899806616100097053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2899806616100097053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2899806616100097053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2899806616100097053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/08/checkup.html' title='Checkup'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7638231303412169275</id><published>2010-08-09T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:17:29.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents' fault for children upbringing?</title><content type='html'>When i went to the doctors' the other day,&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting for my turn and sitting down,&lt;br /&gt;when i heard a mother talking to her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's natural behaviour of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;The daughter told her mother that in school,&lt;br /&gt;she was always bullied by this particular boy.&lt;br /&gt;Since her sister is friends with the boy,&lt;br /&gt;she saw the boy bully her youngest sister but didn't stop him.&lt;br /&gt;Once the boy whacked her head, and she told her mother about it.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother told her that, next time if he whacks you again, YOU MUST WHACK HIM BACK, and show that YOU ARE NOT WEAK.&lt;br /&gt;Is this right of a mother?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i'm not in the position to lecture anyone or anything, but i really felt like stopping her that time. Stopping her from teaching the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't though, cause i wasn't related to her in any way.&lt;br /&gt;However, wouldn't this lead to her daughter being more gangster in future,&lt;br /&gt;and have this thinking that MIGHT IS EVERYTHING,&lt;br /&gt;so long as she is strong, people whack her = she whack back the guy ?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't she like be telling her daughter to find the teacher to talk to him?&lt;br /&gt;I have VERY STRONG OPINION against this.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that this is SERIOUSLY WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with the mother ?&lt;br /&gt;I hope, that something can be done, to change the thinking of the mother, as i believe many other parents are like that.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the government or teacher could do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them that power is not everything, it doesn't means that people whack you = you whack back the person.&lt;br /&gt;It only leads to more quarrel and fight, and i seriously disagree to it .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7638231303412169275?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7638231303412169275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7638231303412169275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7638231303412169275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7638231303412169275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/08/parents-fault-for-children-upbringing.html' title='Parents&apos; fault for children upbringing?'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8225819166150259841</id><published>2010-08-09T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T02:10:05.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellious children nowadays</title><content type='html'>Recently, i do not know what really happened, but my friend quarreled with her parents.&lt;br /&gt;And then she ran from home, although she came back after that.&lt;br /&gt;She came back at 10:30pm, in which she was first locked out of the house and lectured by her siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Her siblings grounded her, not allowing her to get out of the house until her O's are over, and can only be back by 7pm latest.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was very sad that she had left home, though her sister repeatedly shouted for her to come home.&lt;br /&gt;Is this due to the mother's domineerance?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, of course, not to insult anyone, but using this just as a blog post*&lt;br /&gt;No offence to the person if she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't admit her mistake for leaving home.&lt;br /&gt;This relates me to Emily of Emerald Hill.&lt;br /&gt;Due to Emily's domineering attitude, her family left her, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;First Richard went overseas to study, but as he didn't like to study and he like to work with horses, he went to work in a stable.&lt;br /&gt;When Emily finds out about it, she forced him to go back study, in which he agreed verbally. However, Richard committed suicide straight away, with the rope that he used to train horses. Her daughter, in her point of view, also left home and decided to get married overseas to stay away from her.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband had an affair, and also died shortly after, but he didn't allow Emily to visit her when he was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Will one's character cause so much trouble?&lt;br /&gt;It's up to the reader to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8225819166150259841?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8225819166150259841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8225819166150259841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8225819166150259841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8225819166150259841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/08/rebellious-children-nowadays.html' title='Rebellious children nowadays'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4197474809323897093</id><published>2010-05-24T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:36:55.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="poemText"&gt;&lt;span class="poemHeading"&gt;Rainbow Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poemText"&gt;America did not foresee&lt;br /&gt;Green, pink, purple and other colors death potpourri!&lt;br /&gt;Expecting others to pay a high price.&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking twice?&lt;br /&gt;Toll on the innocent and unborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omnipotent and disregarding who will mourn.&lt;br /&gt;Reflective about all the illness, birth defects and prematurely dead.&lt;br /&gt;All the deceit continues to spread.&lt;br /&gt;Nefariously America led astray -&lt;br /&gt;Generations untold WILL pay -&lt;br /&gt;Execrable effects of agent orange spray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetSig"&gt;Hubert Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poemText"&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;&lt;span class="poetSig"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;Point of View: Americans wanted to win the Vietnam war badly, and would resort to anything for that. Because of that, they used the highly dangerous Agent Orange on the Vietnamese, however they did not foresee the consequence. They expected the Vietnamese "to pay a high price", but now they are "thinking twice" because the Agent Orange not only affected the Vietnamese, but also affected they themselves, "tolling on the innocent and unborn", causing innocent people to be killed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;Situation and setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness - "toll on the innocent and unborn". Because of the war and the use of Agent Orange, many innocent people have been killed, thus causing a sad setting, together with the use of "toll", a harsh word, which means that the lives have to be sacrificed in order to win the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;Harsh setting - "Generations untold WILL pay". By emphasizing on the word, "WILL", it causes a harsh setting as the younger generations will be paying the prices for what the older generations had caused. Also, "Expecting others to pay a high price" also creates a harsh setting as though the USA are going to make the Vietnam have a life worse than death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;Language/Diction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;"potpourri" - is a mixture of dried materials. In this poem, potpourri is used to refer to the combination of the deaths of many people caused by the combinations of the different Agents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;"toll" - is the number of deaths resulting from some particular cause such as war. In this poem, toll is used to refer to the necessary deaths/sacrifices of the people regardless whether they are from the same country for USA to win the war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="poetName"&gt;Personal response: I feel that war is harsh and kills many innocent lives. The Vietnam War caused many people to be killed and made the future generations pay for the price as they face the effects of the Agent Orange. Hence i share the same sentiments as the writer that we have to think twice before starting a war as war are not over when war are over. The effects of the war will remain and harm our future generations which are innocent, we should not make them pay for what we had done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4197474809323897093?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4197474809323897093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4197474809323897093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4197474809323897093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4197474809323897093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbow-death-america-did-not-foresee.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6156702446332668173</id><published>2010-05-24T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:06:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analysis of Rainbow Death</title><content type='html'>Task 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information: Hubert Wilson is a Vietnam War veteran who served in the USAF security service. Together with a dozen or so intelligence school graduates, they prepped for about 14 months at Kelly AFB in San Antonio, Texas. They were sent to Vietnam or other places in Southeast Asia in 1970. About half of them ended up in the 6924th Security Squadron, Da Nang, which is an Agent Orange hotspot. The rest of them were assigned to Shemya Island, Alaska along with the 6984th Security Squadron, which was a far more contaminated environment than Da Nang. After staying there for about 18 years, he started to have unexplained headaches and limb pains. His central nervous system radically deteriorated with Parkinsonian type tremors, severe headaches, progessive limb pains etc. No doctors have been able to diagnose the illness. Since his brain is still functioning moderately well although he has mobility issues, he has decided to turn to writing. - Rainbow Death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem speaks of a modern day ingredient of warfare that has caused appalling death and suffering, not only to the Vietnamese, but even the USA themselves, which means both sides are affected. Agent Orange is contaminated with TCDD, which is very dangerous. During the war, about 4.8 million Vietnamese people were exposed to Agent Orange, resulting in 400,000 deaths and disabilities, with 500,000 children born with birth defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 1962 to 1971, Agent Orange was the most widely used in the herbicidal warfare program. During the production, dioxins were produced as contaminant, which caused numerous health problems to millions of people exposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem, Rainbow Death, is written by Hubert Wilson, to remind everyone in the world that "wars aren't over when the wars are over". Although this sentence may seem contradictory, but it basically means that even though wars have ended, but the effects of the war still remains, which shows the danger of modern warfare. It will not only affect the generation at that time, but also affects the younger generation --&gt; Newborn babies are either dead or born with defects. This also shows the danger of starting a war and tells people to think twice before starting a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html#Rainbow"&gt;http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html#Rainbow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6156702446332668173?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6156702446332668173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6156702446332668173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6156702446332668173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6156702446332668173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/05/analysis-of-rainbow-death.html' title='Analysis of Rainbow Death'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6665943744823606285</id><published>2010-04-21T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:23:48.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Drinks in the train</title><content type='html'>The train reached a station whereby many schoolgirls came in, their school uniform and skirt being blue in colour, though i'm not sure what school that was. But i remember vividly, the moment these girls enter, a Malay boy shouted: " No sweet drinks in the train! " This made me really surprised, and admired the boy. It caught my attention that the girls were actually drinking sweet drinks in the train. I believe that there are fines for that now, but even if there are fines imposed, why isn't it working? I think the Singapore government should work on this. Is it not strict enough? Why are people not adhering to the rules? The small young Malay boy, believed to be only 5 or 6 years old since he isn't attending school, actually is more sensible than the older kids. Children nowadays are more wilful? I admired the boy's spirit to shout it out, but her mother was telling him to keep quiet or something, i didn't understand Malay. But she was telling her child not to say it out, supposingly because it isn't their affair and they didn't want to get into trouble. Is this the right thing to do? I mean well, the girls are really in the wrong, we should just tell them to stop drinking right? If we don't play a part in this, i'm afraid people will not abide by the rules and more of such cases will take place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6665943744823606285?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6665943744823606285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6665943744823606285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6665943744823606285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6665943744823606285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/04/sweet-drinks-in-train.html' title='Sweet Drinks in the train'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2432431066886374559</id><published>2010-04-21T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T06:18:23.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children nowadays losing parental love?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while going home, i was sitting in the bus, with a lady and her child sitting infront of me. They were talking about their tests results, and the lady told her child that so long as she does her best, it's okay. She taught her many right moral values, which i appreciate a lot. The girl was complaining that the studies get harder each year, and then I was thinking, but i had already gone through them O: so if i can do it, why can't she? Okay this is not the main topic, the main topic is whether children nowadays are losing parental love. Shortly into the bus ride, another young girl boarded the bus. She was alone. She sat infront of the parent and her child, looking behind all the while towards them. I noticed that since they were just infront of me. I saw her looking enviously towards them, and when the parent and her child alighted, the little girl's eyes seemed to have tears, which made me wonder: Where are her parents? Why didn't they fetch her when other parents could? Maybe they might have been busy, but they should have taken some time too. The girl was most probably about Primary 2 only. I suddenly felt sadness in my heart then, pitying the girl. I thought that she was going to cry out, her tears almost rolled down. Perhaps her parents should show her more love and care, children nowadays are not feeling love from their parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2432431066886374559?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2432431066886374559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2432431066886374559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2432431066886374559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2432431066886374559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/04/children-nowadays-losing-parental-love.html' title='Children nowadays losing parental love?'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2209991094699795259</id><published>2010-04-06T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T05:08:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of D-Gray Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;D-Gray man is a pretty nice anime, and i do recommend you to watch if you hadn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, at least for people who like anime like Naruto,you should like D-Gray Man too :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time i saw DGM was on the television, and it was very nice, despite being only 30 minutes. I got hooked up on it ever since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically DGM is about a child, Allen Walker, who have grown up to be an exorcist to kill the Akumas, which is also known as the demons. Allen Walker first came to the Black Order ( where the exorcist headquarters are ) under the recommendation of his teacher, Marshall Cross, and he was mistaken to be an Akuma, due to a cursed seal at the side of his head. He made an enemy once he reach there, Kanda, another exorcist. However, the two of them were pair up as a team and sent to missions together. Despite quarreling all the time and having poor teamwork, they manage to end up completing the missions. Soon later, when Allen Walker was trying to save his comrade (another comrade, not Kanda), he got his arm broken by a Noah ( believed to be the sons of the God ). Noahs and exorcists are enemies, and have been trying to kill each other for centuries. After that, a crisis struck whereby some exorcists clash with the Noah. Meanwhile, Allen Walker finally recovered and his "innocence" ( an item that only some are compatible with and required to wipe out the Noahs ) evolved to a stronger form. He appeared to save his friends, Lenalee, and fought with the head of the Noah once again. The head of the Noah thus used one of his best moves, a so-called "blackhole" and wiped out one whole area, killing and injuring many exorcists. They were then brought to another dimension ( the Ark )soon after, a dimension created by the Noah. The Ark is like a time bomb, it downloads slowly like our programmes, and once it finished downloading, the Ark would have exploded. The only way to get out of the Ark is to defeat all the Noahs inside and get the key. With this, many people started to sacrifice their lives in the Ark, and the most touching moment came when Marshall Cross finally appeared after being missing for many years. The 14th Noah was a traitor, ( there is supposed to be only 13 Noahs, but the 14th appeared for no reason ), the 14th tried to killed the Noahs supposingly, but it really is a Noah. The 14th Noah had a room where not even the head of the Noah knows, except Marshall Cross ( for some special reason (: you have to see the anime, i'm not spoiling the fun :D). Marshall Cross led Allen Walker to the room, and Allen Walker could play the piano unknowingly. ( He couldn't play the piano, but the melody is in his heart ). [ Anyway, the music is called "Musician", i went to check it up ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THE REASON WHY ALLEN WALKER COULD PLAY THE PIANO IS BECAUSE : He is actually the reincarnation of the 14th Noah. Even he himself did not realise that. The 14th Noah is within him. Noahs are human beings who can never die, even if they die they would be reincarnated in another person. Thus, he knew how to play the melody of the 14th, which saved all his comrades and led them out of the Ark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soon after, for no reason, the anime just ended. And i went to read the manga, which was quite abrupt since everything just came out ( At first we knew only some Noahs, and suddenly all 13 Noahs came out ). Everything happened so quickly and it was so atrocious that i don't feel like reading it anymore. However, i did alot of research on DGM since i was so addicted to it. I even watched the anime many times :D So, i recommend you to watch ONLY the anime and NOT the manga. Cheers, Sebastian :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2209991094699795259?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2209991094699795259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2209991094699795259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2209991094699795259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2209991094699795259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/04/review-of-d-gray-man.html' title='Review of D-Gray Man'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6747599246025842137</id><published>2010-04-02T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T05:22:49.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH ITS SO BORING.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what i'm doing these few days,&lt;br /&gt;slacking my life off.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm wasting my time and my life .&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH I NEED TO DO SOMETHING ENRICHING.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY OR I WILL DIE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored stiff at home,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out,&lt;br /&gt;yes i can,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;*Headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6747599246025842137?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6747599246025842137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6747599246025842137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6747599246025842137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6747599246025842137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-gosh-its-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7944401640838227182</id><published>2010-03-08T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T01:32:03.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my babydarlinghoneybeloved &lt;33 :D&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, met her through some funny circumstances,&lt;br /&gt;and slowly she became my bestbestbest girlfriend!(?) [is she even mine? haha!]&lt;br /&gt;Thanks babydarlinghoneybeloved for always being with me,&lt;br /&gt;sharing my problems with me,&lt;br /&gt;although sometimes we do quarrel,&lt;br /&gt;but luckily we patched up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anything to happen to us :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh my babydarlinghoneybeloved,&lt;br /&gt;can you imagine how much i love you?&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like hugging you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you every single day, every single night.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay this is getting mushy &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry my babydarlinghoneybeloved for making you angry sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'm emo sometimes &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's because of the attitude you are giving me ~&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's because of what we had talked about ~&lt;br /&gt;But remember horr, i love you~&lt;br /&gt;you are my one and only~&lt;br /&gt;hope we will be together forever~&lt;br /&gt;i love you &lt;3&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;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: my babyhoneydarlingbeloved - my pillow! WAHAHAHA IM CRAZY TO TALK TO MY PILLOW LOL! I'M MAD TO FIND THIS FUNNY AND HILARIOUS LOL!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7944401640838227182?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7944401640838227182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7944401640838227182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7944401640838227182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7944401640838227182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2639570310759100453</id><published>2010-03-08T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:53:10.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The blogging deadline is coming and so i have to post ):&lt;br /&gt;That's not true, i'm still going to post whether the blogging deadline is reaching or not (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well, finally the tests are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stress is relieved but we are once again dumped with tons of homework,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;leaving me with more stress than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have known four of my papers' results: Maths, Chinese, IH, IS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths - C5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's like the poorest thing ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my primary schools i used to get around 100 ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As i said in my primary schools, i should be moving on already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths in secondary schools is so complicated and hard ohoh,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i loved primary school maths, and i hate secondary school maths ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the wrong attitude though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, Chinese - B3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY CHINESE IS ALWAYS A1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can i ever get such a poor result! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea why i got such poor results,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;perhaps because my vocabulary is poor and i couldn't understand the words of the comprehension.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IH - A2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got B4 for history and A1 for geography,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to geography i suppose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which pulled my grades up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My history was never good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just had shorttermmemoryloss and hence i couldn't get my facts right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Geography was quite an easy paper i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, infocomm studies - A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the grade i think i should be getting judging from my test and assignment marks &gt; &lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last 3 papers : English, Science and LEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm damn scared of English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although i felt that i had done well but i heard we didn't do well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They tested questions which we hadn't learn!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or did i not study hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zomg, that's ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i'm going to flunk science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LEP - A1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Should be getting that bah, quite confident in my LEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's a great thing :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea what to post &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supposed to be going out with vincent and others to watch Alice in Wonderland i suppose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but Vincent couldn't make it &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and so we didn't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2639570310759100453?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2639570310759100453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2639570310759100453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2639570310759100453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2639570310759100453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogging-deadline-is-coming-and-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-9004911440097331119</id><published>2010-03-01T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:05:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intrapersonal</title><content type='html'>I would like to play the role of Atticus in the movie version of To Kill a Mockingbird. The reason why, is because to me, Atticus is a brave man, like a hero. In the story, he displays his bravery in the case whereby he killed the mad dog. Although he was old and he said that his eyesight wasn't well, but he still killed the mad dog with one shot. He deserves to be called the "one-hit shooter" I suppose. Next, no other lawyer in Maycomb was willing to take up the case of Tom Robinson. Although he was appointed to do so, but he could have rejected. He didn't do it, because he believed in a fair trial for everyone. He is different from everyone in Maycomb, he believes in equal rights for all, that all Man are created equal. He wanted to give Tom Robinson a chance, a fair trial whereby he could have a chance to win the case even though he was a black. Although Tom Robinson was found guilty in the end, but he tried his best. He showed his fluency in his words, how he managed to convince many people that Mayella was guilty, just that due to racism, Tom Robinson was found guilty instead. Atticus was indeed a brave man, and i would also like to have an achievement of his if possible too, and hence i would like to play his role in the movie version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-9004911440097331119?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/9004911440097331119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=9004911440097331119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9004911440097331119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9004911440097331119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/03/intrapersonal.html' title='Intrapersonal'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8933513212109103681</id><published>2010-02-28T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:24:50.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is your point of view on prejudice and discrimination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: I think that prejudice is the wrong perception of someone or a group of people towards another people or another group of people, which is something like biased. For example, this group of people that is prejudiced against you might not allow you to mix with them, and they might even hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;However, discrimination is different from prejudice. In my opinion, i feel that discrimination is most usually associated with religious groups etc. It is something like.. er.. the group of people that discriminates you might treat you unfairly. They will be making a difference between you and them.. something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you mean by wrong perception? It is vague, can you further explain it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes definitely. It is erm.. the group's feelings or opinion towards another group, in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you. For discrimination, do you mean by they will differentiate between you and them, such as making distinction? ( I checked the dictionary to ask him! I didn't know what else to say )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it always in a negative way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hmm.. I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thank you very much. The interview has ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8933513212109103681?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8933513212109103681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8933513212109103681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8933513212109103681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8933513212109103681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/02/msn-interview-me-what-is-your-point-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5705691154863861987</id><published>2010-02-28T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:05:51.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/S4sCy2YgztI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ABMfA3rzl9M/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/S4sCy2YgztI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ABMfA3rzl9M/s320/1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443447647222419154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multiple intelligence tset is a test which allows us to find out which area we are best in and also the areas we are weak in. From the results, i can infer that my best area is interpersonal(?). There's a question mark behind interpersonal because i'm not really sure of my results. Sometimes i do know my friends well, but sometimes they feel like a total stranger. Besides, i remember a question that ask if i could sort out my friends' arguments or something like that. Whenever my friends quarrel i do try my best to solve their problem but sometimes it doesn't work and i get blamed too, which is very unfair, so i'm not sure if it is right or not.&lt;br /&gt;Next, i had three areas which had the same results, picture smart, number smart, and myself smart. I do agree with them because sometimes i can picture things really well when i read something. Maths is also one of my best subjects which i have aced since primary school and so i also agree that i'm number smart(!) (not trying to boast!) Lastly, i'm also myself smart because i know my own limitations although i tend to do more than what i can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5705691154863861987?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5705691154863861987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5705691154863861987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5705691154863861987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5705691154863861987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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like so impossible?&lt;br /&gt;How can i get this kind of results!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die ._.&lt;br /&gt;And i lost my cable to connect to my computer!&lt;br /&gt;Cannot send pictures to my computer D:&lt;br /&gt;Sadsadsad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1433243853800248509?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1433243853800248509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1433243853800248509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1433243853800248509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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slacker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3604929817473195301?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3604929817473195301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3604929817473195301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3604929817473195301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3604929817473195301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-chinese-drama-rehearsal-today.html' 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LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well ;X&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got chinese test on the first three lessons x.x&lt;br /&gt;need to memories don't-know-how-many words.&lt;br /&gt;That's very hard!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, OHMYGOD. My art I draw the clock tower very nice,&lt;br /&gt;but cause need to shade, i went to shade but i don't know how, &lt;br /&gt;in the end everything ruined!&lt;br /&gt;From an A grade to a B grade ._. Marvellous! -claps-&lt;br /&gt;Socratic Seminar teacher never come, slacked in the computer lab the whole day&lt;br /&gt;and went home to revise.&lt;br /&gt;BoringBoring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1528407707758655403?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1528407707758655403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1528407707758655403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1528407707758655403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1528407707758655403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-geog-lesson-went-around-school-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1912742352894017506</id><published>2010-02-20T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T00:30:51.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Woww,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so fast and CNY had already came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while valentine's day is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent valentine's day like any other day ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOSE ALOT OF MONEY DURING CNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT IS VERY VERY BAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS YEAR NO GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EVERY YEAR I WIN SO MUCH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAST YEAR WIN 100 OVER BUCKS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHY THIS YEAR LOSE SO MUCH ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year is so stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so much more subjects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Plus all the tests that's coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND I CAN'T STOP PLAYING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodluck to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I already got C5 for maths because i didn't even know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there was a test and i didn't study for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B3 for Chinese, one of my best subjects!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had always gotten A1 -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm down on my luck this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went back to visit 2 teachers just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mdm Thon gave birth to baby kenji,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my godbrother &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HE'S SO EFFING CUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wahahah, i don't know what else to say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm gonna go study ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1912742352894017506?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1912742352894017506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1912742352894017506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;Alot of things happened these few days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;such as Mr Ong asking me random questions whether&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i have stead -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmm, alot of homeworks during the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why does weekends only have 2 days and not more.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who set this rule!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, still finished them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However can someone teach me how to upload exe file to html D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't manage to be able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday's concert,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;brought Qiaole to the concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause i had an extra ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then everyone start rumouring and it's like zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tests are coming and i don't suppose i will be blogging much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wish me good luck ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- I find Sec 2 even more stressful than Sec 1 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss my sec1 and my primary school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7540179599337088370?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7540179599337088370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7540179599337088370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7540179599337088370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7540179599337088370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/02/havent-been-blogging-for-few-days-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-265651212341304828</id><published>2010-01-22T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:20:27.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily school life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to blogging (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, from today onwards,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i will be posting about my daily school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, you see, everyday different interesting things happen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which can be either happy, sad, sweet or bitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This causes the change in our feelings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm going to post about all these interesting things ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, today, early in the morning before flag-raising starts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emil was copying Kenneth's maths homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uh-oh! No integrity! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took some photos too, will be posting them up at a later time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he started to ate his breadd,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so *** already still eat bread!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOLS. Not saying i'm not :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some people were using their laptop to play international chess,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i realised our class is very interested in chess O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, Chinese lesson started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Flag-Raising was cancelled due to rain)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone prepared for Chinese composition,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who knows teacher came just to talk about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the past year topics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, we didn't do any composition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and was added to our weekend homework ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's so many homework during the weekends D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths came after Chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heeh, Mr Yong very joke :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i remember that time he shouted pretty girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and because i turned around he said im a pervert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well okay,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today teacher said he didn't received my worksheet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although he knew i handed it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had witness, and i got good reputation for handing up homework :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow it was misplaced and i had to do it again x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;zz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maths also had alot of homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thenn, after that it was history lesson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mr Balan was pretty nice in India but in school he is quite fierce O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did pretty bad for our assignment because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the internet had the wrong answers ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learn something:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Internet is never reliable because the source is unverified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HISTORY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another homework, which i found it hard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND, OH MY GAWD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WAS APPOINTED HISTORY REP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause Mr Balan only knows me and Daniel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and since Daniel is the Chinese Rep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was somehow indirectly sabo-ed ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to carry on my peaceful life of having no roles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that, we went to the Science Lab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The teacher did not come, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and there was a teacher assistant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Surprisingly we finished our 2 practicals fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;although it was meant to be an hour long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came the class decoration period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole class were decorating the class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and pasting our goals for the year up :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was slacking around x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thenthen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went poolside to eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the food took very long to serve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the time i finish eating i was late for my CCA O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lost a match to trial a secondary 1 today -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just because i wasn't concentrating and made mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then was like, getting reprimanded and laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lols, that's the end!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quite boring uhh? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(P.S it was never my decision to do this.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-265651212341304828?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/265651212341304828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=265651212341304828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/265651212341304828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/265651212341304828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-daily-school-life.html' title='My daily school life'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7031531295736492752</id><published>2009-10-11T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:17:10.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohos, haven't posted in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;It's currently the exam period,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not supposed to be here ;x&lt;br /&gt;Well just that i'd done some revision and&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like doing it anymore o.o&lt;br /&gt;Made cathy angry today!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry ;x&lt;br /&gt;just being randomzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, exam sucks,&lt;br /&gt;i'm already planning how to play after that.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, im being random here too.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;so might as well, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7031531295736492752?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7031531295736492752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7031531295736492752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7031531295736492752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7031531295736492752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/10/hohos-havent-posted-in-long-time-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8782514122878358738</id><published>2009-09-13T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T04:05:28.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, i am finally back from Genting to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Time is seriously short, school is starting.&lt;br /&gt;End-of-years are coming, and i had&lt;br /&gt;only revised a little.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so worried, so worried.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, neverminds, let's talk about Genting.&lt;br /&gt;The first day we went, the car drove&lt;br /&gt;so slowly that we took 1.5 times&lt;br /&gt;the usual time. However we managed to&lt;br /&gt;watch many more nice movies :D&lt;br /&gt;God, the hotel we stayed&lt;br /&gt;in was so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;It was called Caedar Suite,&lt;br /&gt;and was 2 floors high.&lt;br /&gt;There were others like Hollywood Suites,&lt;br /&gt;which i hoped to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;First day we went,&lt;br /&gt;we were shopping all the way&lt;br /&gt;until night.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;and sorts to eat.&lt;br /&gt;After reaching our hotel room,&lt;br /&gt;some used computers,&lt;br /&gt;some played poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;Next day woke up at 10,&lt;br /&gt;and we slacked until 12.30&lt;br /&gt;before we went out to eat our sushi breakfast :D&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went shopping again..&lt;br /&gt;all the way until 4pm,&lt;br /&gt;where we stopped and went&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbin to eat ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to hotel once again,&lt;br /&gt;and wasted time until 7.30 before we&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a shirt, jacket, jeans, shoes&lt;br /&gt;and bag. Spent over 600RM.&lt;br /&gt;Not more than any of my family members.&lt;br /&gt;Ah finally it was Sunday, we gotta go home.&lt;br /&gt;Short trip afterall.&lt;br /&gt;I felt both going home early and late.&lt;br /&gt;Late was because i didn't want to reach&lt;br /&gt;home so early, i wanted to play more.&lt;br /&gt;Early because, i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh and school's starting!&lt;br /&gt;Getting so stress day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Since time cannot be reversed,&lt;br /&gt;i hope it will go faster and end the EOYs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8782514122878358738?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8782514122878358738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-955503360985901394</id><published>2009-09-04T23:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:51:59.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh and Ms Lim, please do include the posts at &lt;a href="http://www.thlonewanderer.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.thlonewanderer.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i posted some posts at there as i didn't feel like posting it here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-955503360985901394?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/955503360985901394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1894383797216422783</id><published>2009-09-04T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:47:38.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Oh well, i had the same repeated dreams,&lt;br /&gt;for three times, ever since i slept beside&lt;br /&gt;my phone.&lt;br /&gt;The first two dreams were like, &lt;br /&gt;three friends were kidnapped,&lt;br /&gt;so two other friends and me&lt;br /&gt;went to save them.&lt;br /&gt;But we failed to do so,&lt;br /&gt;and i woke up from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;But last night was special.&lt;br /&gt;This dream that i had,&lt;br /&gt;was, when they were kidnapped,&lt;br /&gt;my two other friends went after the kidnapper,&lt;br /&gt;while i ran around to find a car.&lt;br /&gt;Finally i found one,&lt;br /&gt;and i drove it (?) to find my friends&lt;br /&gt;who were kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly when i reached a place&lt;br /&gt;where i could not drive further,&lt;br /&gt;i saw the kidnappers and my friends&lt;br /&gt;who were kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;While my other two friends was gone.&lt;br /&gt;So i gave chase.&lt;br /&gt;And i saw the man who was tied up again.&lt;br /&gt;The first two dreams i had i didn't&lt;br /&gt;really cared about him.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i realised he was a spy&lt;br /&gt;spying on us cause after he saw me,&lt;br /&gt;people noticed me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yeah, it happened around my district,&lt;br /&gt;and the kidnappers had a whole gang and base.&lt;br /&gt;And so i ran up to the rooftop to avoid&lt;br /&gt;being caught,&lt;br /&gt;but i fell from the building.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god i hold onto something,&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to climb up,&lt;br /&gt;but the wind was blowing against me.&lt;br /&gt;Just when i was about to climb up,&lt;br /&gt;i lost my balance and fell again,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling was, so real, so scary.&lt;br /&gt;And then when i was about to climb up again,&lt;br /&gt;the people found me,&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to jump down.&lt;br /&gt;When i jump down i caught hold of another&lt;br /&gt;building and i realised it was a factory and&lt;br /&gt;i had no place to hide at all.&lt;br /&gt;So i kept running,&lt;br /&gt;when i reached the place of the spy,&lt;br /&gt;i hid there ( stupid )&lt;br /&gt;Then a guy found me,&lt;br /&gt;he had a machine gun and i had&lt;br /&gt;a normal gun o.o&lt;br /&gt;so he kept firing, but he missed =="&lt;br /&gt;so i fired a few shots &lt;br /&gt;and shot him in his arm.&lt;br /&gt;But he didn't let go of the gun&lt;br /&gt;and instead he hit me.&lt;br /&gt;IN THE NECK.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling was even more real,&lt;br /&gt;and i felt the sharp pain.&lt;br /&gt;I kept firing at him, but he &lt;br /&gt;could'nt die.&lt;br /&gt;And he shot me in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Argh, then for some reason,&lt;br /&gt;Obama and many policeman appeared.&lt;br /&gt;They killed him and rescued me.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised Obama was like,&lt;br /&gt;very smart? He was discussing&lt;br /&gt;a strategy to invade the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;But after that, i can no longer &lt;br /&gt;bear the pain. It hurts, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Hurts like hell. And i fainted.&lt;br /&gt;That was when i woke up&lt;br /&gt;from my dream.&lt;br /&gt;I loved that dream, &lt;br /&gt;because the feeling is seriously&lt;br /&gt;real as though i had a first-hand&lt;br /&gt;experience, but it was scary :D&lt;br /&gt;Adventure filled with fun and &lt;br /&gt;danger is loved &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1894383797216422783?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1894383797216422783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1894383797216422783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1894383797216422783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1894383797216422783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1665338417348773813</id><published>2009-09-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:45:21.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>In life, practically everyone dies.&lt;br /&gt;No one can live up to the age of 200, can you?&lt;br /&gt;It is just a matter of time when we die.&lt;br /&gt;But, it is a totally different matter&lt;br /&gt;when you say, how we can cope with death.&lt;br /&gt;When people realises they had terminal cancer,&lt;br /&gt;or when they are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;they get so afraid, so afraid of death,&lt;br /&gt;that they try every single way to cure themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But what if they couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;What do they do?&lt;br /&gt;Be afraid everyday? Or end your sufferings straight?&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;If you realise you are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;why not spend your last times with your family?&lt;br /&gt;Give them the most memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;Enrich your life, what's the point of being scared when you are going to die?&lt;br /&gt;You might as well live it happily,&lt;br /&gt;as the Chinese saying goes&lt;br /&gt;"开心时一天，伤心也是一天，不如过得开心?"&lt;br /&gt;That's very true.&lt;br /&gt;Why ponder over the sad things?&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;living it happily with your family&lt;br /&gt;is better than making them worry about you.&lt;br /&gt;At least, when you die, you will have no regrets, right?&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i feel, as for how we should cope with death,&lt;br /&gt;that we should live our lives happily,&lt;br /&gt;cherish what we hadn't before we die.&lt;br /&gt;We must stay strong, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Even if our family member dies,&lt;br /&gt;we can't be whining whole day long.&lt;br /&gt;The person wouldn't want to see us sad&lt;br /&gt;when he dies, would he?&lt;br /&gt;Besides, when a person dies,&lt;br /&gt;he can't be revived anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And so, we have to stay strong,&lt;br /&gt;live happily, for the sake of our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family support - Yes indeed.&lt;br /&gt;When we are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;family support is the most important,&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting your friends' support.&lt;br /&gt;Only when your family and friends support you,&lt;br /&gt;can they encourage you, give you the will to live.&lt;br /&gt;And so, spiritual support, emotional support,&lt;br /&gt;or any kind of support is equally important.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wishes, not only me, that when we are going to die,&lt;br /&gt;our friends and family would support us to the end, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-death note-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1665338417348773813?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1665338417348773813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1665338417348773813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1665338417348773813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1665338417348773813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/09/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6142567006099148155</id><published>2009-09-03T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:54:55.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, happy teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, in hwachong, we had just some performances&lt;br /&gt;and was dismissed at 10.&lt;br /&gt;That's very early.&lt;br /&gt;After that i went home and idled around,&lt;br /&gt;then i went to play dgrayman music on the piano&lt;br /&gt;although i don't know how to play piano&lt;br /&gt;but i roughly know how to play the music.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to visit our teachers.&lt;br /&gt;We were only allowed in the canteen!?&lt;br /&gt;That's like, so..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, visited quite a few teachers&lt;br /&gt;Gave Mr Poh some sort of unknown present&lt;br /&gt;( Samantha bought it and was shared )&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yap and Ms Ang was given Swiss chocolate&lt;br /&gt;if i remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;Had a whale of time meeting my friends, &lt;br /&gt;where was so nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;I saw someone who made me so awkward o:.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that we were suppose to watch a movie together&lt;br /&gt;but i forgot to bring my ez-link card,&lt;br /&gt;and then we left school at 2.45&lt;br /&gt;and met at 4 at lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;9 person turned up only, which was like&lt;br /&gt;so pathetic&lt;br /&gt;supposingly more people,&lt;br /&gt;but because we went home first i think.&lt;br /&gt;9 of us watch G.I.Joe&lt;br /&gt;which was so fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch the second season&lt;br /&gt;when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;Gaa, then went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;I wore my new tee which i printed myself&lt;br /&gt;after i bathed.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to my cousin's house to watch ghost movies&lt;br /&gt;All her friends were there,&lt;br /&gt;okay not all but many.&lt;br /&gt;Was quite scary o:&lt;br /&gt;Afterall it was a M18 show.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. i went home to sleep D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6142567006099148155?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6142567006099148155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6142567006099148155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6142567006099148155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6142567006099148155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/09/ah-happy-teachers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8352705764826449556</id><published>2009-08-12T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T03:23:01.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Grab Your Phone. uhhuh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the 3rd picture of in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;hmm~ its a picture of a food taken by my sister~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Teardrops on my guitar~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's the 1st person that comes up under M?&lt;br /&gt;Madeline jiejie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;My father -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;My father -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's the 1st person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;Carina niece :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who's your speed dial number 2?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't assign speed dial =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does 3rd text in ur inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;What chapters to learn for history? &lt;-- i got spammed by daniel :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your last received call from?&lt;br /&gt;EMIL LIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does your 2nd sentbox text say?&lt;br /&gt;muahaha ~ i deleted them ytd :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;7 o:. i deleted them almost everyday -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;A picture of the SUN &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who's speed dial number 1?&lt;br /&gt;nopenope i alrd said i dun have :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the 15th message from in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;muahahas~ sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's the 1st person who comes up under B?&lt;br /&gt;Bazilah friendfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really get it im dumb :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What network are you on?&lt;br /&gt;M1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name every person you have a message from in your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;im totally smart ^^. Charmaine, daniel and jiajie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does your 6th text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;==" Game in vampire room 4. Aloy create. Reply if coming, or not. By charmaine o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first person in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Amanlia O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is the last name in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Zaggy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What does the last text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow whats for pe? by jiajie o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your screensaver?&lt;br /&gt;USED TO HAVE :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your balance?&lt;br /&gt;nopenope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who's the last person under H?&lt;br /&gt;Ching Hun O:? HCI senior :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your bluetooth name?&lt;br /&gt;DivineRapier LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8352705764826449556?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8352705764826449556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8352705764826449556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8352705764826449556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8352705764826449556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7284612247813711010</id><published>2009-08-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T05:56:40.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, i changed my blog to &lt;a href="http://thlonewanderer.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://thlonewanderer.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt; will be blogging there frequently. and then im leaving this blog for my LA works, comments about my blogs can be given here yeah XD do visit often ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7284612247813711010?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7284612247813711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7284612247813711010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7284612247813711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7284612247813711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/08/eh-i-changed-my-blog-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-908927763501793086</id><published>2009-08-07T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:39:22.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, today morning went to do CIP ;P&lt;br /&gt;after that i went back to bpp to meet up with xinjie, samantha and darren :/&lt;br /&gt;at first wanted to eat lunch -.-&lt;br /&gt;but decided to visit teacher first,&lt;br /&gt;so went back to grps :/&lt;br /&gt;sadly, mr poh went to vivo liaos, mrs yap busy.&lt;br /&gt;so we visit ms ang loh ;P&lt;br /&gt;and then we talk talk talk~&lt;br /&gt;and went to pizzahut to eat,&lt;br /&gt;but me and darren never eat.&lt;br /&gt;then we went bpp to shop around~&lt;br /&gt;shop until err.. 4&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to the playground to play truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;wth lahzz.. they make me kiss the floor when i said dare.&lt;br /&gt;and they so cowardddd all keep saying truth zz.&lt;br /&gt;fine lohs~~&lt;br /&gt;sianz. so many piles of homework which i havent done,&lt;br /&gt;and exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;Currently only know that my science got A2 ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-908927763501793086?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/908927763501793086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=908927763501793086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/908927763501793086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/908927763501793086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/08/ah-today-morning-went-to-do-cip-p-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3615100584744570481</id><published>2009-08-03T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:42:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise i hadn't been posting much ;x&lt;br /&gt;no mood, besides everyday's activities are the same.&lt;br /&gt;Today history got back ws :/ 7/10! woots! - lame -&lt;br /&gt;Art.. daniel is freaking disgusting and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;He go take the clay and rub it on me -.-&lt;br /&gt;Whole shirt become whiter.&lt;br /&gt;He did things worse.&lt;br /&gt;Recess bought sandwich again&lt;br /&gt;and set off for the auditorium.&lt;br /&gt;Auditorium is even worse, waste 1h20mins.&lt;br /&gt;English do letter of requesttt.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese watch videoo.&lt;br /&gt;My school seems so slack right o:&lt;br /&gt;Haix, CT2 coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get better results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its very lame -lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame--lame-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dgrayman's musician! Gundam seed Kimi wa Boku ni Niteiru!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3615100584744570481?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3615100584744570481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3615100584744570481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3615100584744570481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3615100584744570481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realise-i-hadnt-been-posting-much-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6284092427890007226</id><published>2009-07-23T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:41:23.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, haven't posted for ages. I wonder how many people do still visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;If so, thanks ^^&lt;br /&gt;Exams are starting.. argh, i nidda revise.&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to the song called " Yesterday Once More" by carpenters,&lt;br /&gt;Friends For Sale on facebook, and warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;Blahblahs, i nidda score a better msg this term, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;These few days, quite boring, i don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I feel honoured today ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6284092427890007226?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6284092427890007226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6284092427890007226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6284092427890007226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6284092427890007226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-havent-posted-for-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4383056087393783189</id><published>2009-07-13T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:49:08.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so &lt;strong&gt;fuckingggg&lt;/strong&gt; fed up. damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;br /&gt;damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn damn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4383056087393783189?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4383056087393783189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4383056087393783189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4383056087393783189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4383056087393783189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-fuckingggg-fed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3042478139795598448</id><published>2009-07-10T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:29:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't posted in a seriously longgggggggggggg while.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised life is so boringggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;Been madly dota-ing these few months.&lt;br /&gt;Bet it took up at least 350 hours of my life, if you wanna bet,&lt;br /&gt;since each games takes about 1 hour and i played around that amount of games.&lt;br /&gt;so sick and tired of it~&lt;br /&gt;anyone got anything to introduce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday going torch relay O:&lt;br /&gt;Tmr going coach's house, dont feel like :X&lt;br /&gt;study study study! I need to study! :/&lt;br /&gt;Gaahh. I wanna go overseas to take a breakkkkkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3042478139795598448?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3042478139795598448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3042478139795598448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3042478139795598448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3042478139795598448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/07/havent-posted-in-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3447611391187160829</id><published>2009-06-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:01:08.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT emergency lesson 2 - Favourite Poet</title><content type='html'>The poet that i chose to talk about is William Wordsworth. Why is he intriguing? That is because, much of his poems that he wrote was caused by his experience in life. One of the experience was that his mother died when he was eight -- this experience shapes much of his later works. Other than that, when he set out on a walking tour of Europe, it influenced both his poetry and his political sensibilities. While touring Europe, Wordsworth came into contact with the French Revolution. This led to Wordsworth's interest and sympathy for the life, trouble and speech. These were the most important in Wordsworth's work. His first poetry was then published in 1793 in the collections An Evening Walk and Descriptive Sketches. With that, he met another man which was equally important in his life, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. They published the famous Lyrical Ballads together in 1798. Although the poems themselves are some of the most influential in Western literature, it is just the preface to the second edition. Wordsworth's most famous work, The Prelude is considered by many to be the crowning achievement of English romanticism. Wordsworth worked on The Prelude throughout his life, the poem was published posthumously. It was when his daughter died in 1847 where he lost his will to compose poems. He died in 1850. The Prelude was published 3 years later after he died in 1850 where his wife continued to write the poem for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a historical context of the poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wordsworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, Cumbria, England. Wordsworth's mother died when he was eight--this experience shapes much of his later work. Wordsworth attended Hawkshead Grammar School, where his love of poetry was firmly established and, it is believed, he made his first attempts at verse. While he was at Hawkshead, Wordsworth's father died leaving him and his four siblings orphans. After Hawkshead, Wordsworth studied at St. John's College in Cambridge and before his final semester, he set out on a walking tour of Europe, an experience that influenced both his poetry and his political sensibilities. While touring Europe, Wordsworth came into contact with the French Revolution. This experience as well as a subsequent period living in France, brought about Wordsworth's interest and sympathy for the life, troubles and speech of the "common man". These issues proved to be of the utmost importance to Wordsworth's work. Wordsworth's earliest poetry was published in 1793 in the collections An Evening Walk and Descriptive Sketches. While living in France, Wordsworth conceived a daughter, Caroline, out of wedlock; he left France, however, before she was born. In 1802, he returned to France with his sister on a four-week visit to meet Caroline. Later that year, he married Mary Hutchinson, a childhood friend, and they had five children together. In 1812, while living in Grasmere, they grieved the loss of two of their children, Catherine and John, who both died that year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally important in the poetic life of Wordsworth was his 1795 meeting with the poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. It was with Coleridge that Wordsworth published the famous Lyrical Ballads in 1798. While the poems themselves are some of the most influential in Western literature, it is the preface to the second edition that remains one of the most important testaments to a poet's views on both his craft and his place in the world. In the preface Wordsworth writes on the need for "common speech" within poems and argues against the hierarchy of the period which valued epic poetry above the lyric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordsworth's most famous work, The Prelude (1850), is considered by many to be the crowning achievement of English romanticism. The poem, revised numerous times, chronicles the spiritual life of the poet and marks the birth of a new genre of poetry. Although Wordsworth worked on The Prelude throughout his life, the poem was published posthumously. Wordsworth spent his final years settled at Rydal Mount in England, travelling and continuing his outdoor excursions. Devastated by the death of his daughter Dora in 1847, Wordsworth seemingly lost his will to compose poems. William Wordsworth died at Rydal Mount on April 23, 1850, leaving his wife Mary to publish The Prelude three months later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i feel, some of his poems were talking about anonimity and loneliness. This might be due to his childhood experience where his family died one by one when he was young. Thus he was quite pitiful, however he remained strong and lived his life by composing poems until his beloved daughter died where he could not take the blow and stopped composing poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is 3 of the poems by William Wordsworth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daffodils                                        &lt;br /&gt;by William Wordsworth  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wandered lonely as a cloud&lt;br /&gt;   That floats on high o'er vales and hills,&lt;br /&gt;When all at once I saw a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;   A host, of golden daffodils;&lt;br /&gt;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine&lt;br /&gt;   And twinkle on the Milky Way,&lt;br /&gt;They stretched in never-ending line&lt;br /&gt;   Along the margin of a bay:&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand saw I at a glance,&lt;br /&gt;Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves beside them danced, but they&lt;br /&gt;   Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:&lt;br /&gt;A Poet could not but be gay,&lt;br /&gt;   In such a jocund company:&lt;br /&gt;I gazed--and gazed--but little thought&lt;br /&gt;What wealth the show to me had brought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For oft, when on my couch I lie&lt;br /&gt;   In vacant or in pensive mood,&lt;br /&gt;They flash upon that inward eye&lt;br /&gt;   Which is the bliss of solitude;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart with pleasure fills,&lt;br /&gt;And dances with the daffodils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal     &lt;br /&gt;by William Wordsworth  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A slumber did my spirit seal;&lt;br /&gt;   I had no human fears:&lt;br /&gt;She seemed a thing that could not feel&lt;br /&gt;   The touch of earthly years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No motion has she now, no force;&lt;br /&gt;   She neither hears nor sees;&lt;br /&gt;Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,&lt;br /&gt;   With rocks, and stones, and trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heart Leaps Up     &lt;br /&gt;by William Wordsworth  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My heart leaps up when I behold &lt;br /&gt;   A rainbow in the sky:&lt;br /&gt;So was it when my life began; &lt;br /&gt;So is it now I am a man; &lt;br /&gt;So be it when I shall grow old, &lt;br /&gt;   Or let me die!&lt;br /&gt;The Child is father of the Man;&lt;br /&gt;And I could wish my days to be&lt;br /&gt;Bound each to each by natural piety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3447611391187160829?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3447611391187160829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3447611391187160829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3447611391187160829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3447611391187160829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-emergency-lesson-2-favourite-poet.html' title='IT emergency lesson 2 - Favourite Poet'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7377239308725531683</id><published>2009-06-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:09:29.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT emergency lesson 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place where the sidewalk ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before the street begins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there the grass grows soft and white,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there the sun burns crimson bright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there the moon-bird rests from his flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cool in the peppermint wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us leave this place where the smoke &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;blows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dark streets &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watch where the chalk-white arrows go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the place where the sidewalks end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll go where the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chalk-white arrows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the children, they mark, and the children, they know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place where the sidewalk ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figurative words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blows, winds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;bends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;are a type of figurative language called personification. The poet chose to use this figurative language to assume that the smoke and dark streets are using a human action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chalk-white arrows &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;is another type of figurative language called symbolism. &lt;-- I am not quite sure about this though. The poem mentioned "And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go". Thus chalk-white arrows is used to represent "we" and wherever the chalk-white arrows goes, we will also be going there. ( They act in coordination. ) The poet might be using symbolism to symbolise the chalk-white arrows as us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this poem since to me, it seems to be talking about peace. In the first paragraph, it describes the place to be so beautiful and with "before the street begins" it would mean no one or very few people would be up, again meaning peace with no one except "us" admiring the scenery. Although the second and third paragraph doesn't really says much, but when i saw the first paragraph i had already liked this poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7377239308725531683?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7377239308725531683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7377239308725531683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7377239308725531683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7377239308725531683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-emergency-lesson-1.html' title='IT emergency lesson 1'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-9027129878757181702</id><published>2009-06-27T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:54:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Own blog prompt: Holidays in Malaysia</title><content type='html'>I spent the last 3 days in Malaysia, having a holiday there.&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, we woke up early in the morning and at 8 o'clock, we set off for Malaysia, Genting Highlands. In the bus, we were watching movies as there was a TV inside. Then, we became tired and slept shortly after.. when we woke up, we were at the customs. We had to go pass the customs 2 times, and finally.. we were reaching Genting Highlands. Oh yah, on the way we went to toilets too (: and had some shoppings during breaks. As we know, Genting Highlands is high up on the mountain, i think. So at the bottom, we had lunch, and we went to a temple to pray and also, to view the picturesque scenery. On the way up, some of us became giddy too.&lt;br /&gt;Once we reached Genting Highlands, we went to check in in Highlands hotel. The temperature was about the air-conditioner temperature. Omgosh, as my father was a VIP ( member i think ),&lt;br /&gt;we slept at their suites while others slept at the normal rooms. My room and my father's was connected. I slept with my brother and my cousin. Our bathroom was gold in colour.. but the room was average. My father's room.. had a jacuzzi! Wahhh! However i didn't had a chance to use it :/. The whole day.. we went shopping (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - we went to outdoor theme park. Played many things.. like superman.. it turned 360 degrees o:. I spent alot on duckies game -.- and won 2 bears. Well, on the second day, there was huge fog. Even the buildings was covered by the fog, it was very cold and fun!! I didn't know what to say, but had much fun there (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day - heheheheehehe. we slept all the way... to 12 oclock. And then.. we watched tom and jerry ==" at 1245, we checked out. Bought some cheesecakes at starbucks too. On the journey back.. everything was the same, except that we had a scan of our health for H1N1. Bleh.. i didn't know what to say anymore, and so, bye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-9027129878757181702?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/9027129878757181702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=9027129878757181702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9027129878757181702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9027129878757181702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/own-blog-prompt-holidays-in-malaysia.html' title='Own blog prompt: Holidays in Malaysia'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7448591197978583183</id><published>2009-06-27T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:42:36.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is progress necessarily beneficial for society?</title><content type='html'>I do not think that progress is necessarily beneficial for society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like VBTS, Thul was a small fishing village where everyone was leading a peaceful and happy life. However, the government decided to set up a factory there, which would produce a lot of wastes and pollute the air and the sea. If something like this happens, what would happen to the people in the village? They live a life by fishing, if the river is polluted, the fish couldn't be eaten anymore or it would cause food poisoning. Besides, they would be asking people from other countries to work in Thul, and people living in Thul would be jobless. Just like the statement: I would rather be a city rat than a country rat, from what i say, if we were to live in the city, there would be so much pollution and global warming would occur, which would result in everyone dying if we could not live in the Earth. If we were a country rat, although literacy level is not high and there is not much technology, but we could still live a peaceful and happy life, where we will not be affected by all the pollutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7448591197978583183?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7448591197978583183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7448591197978583183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7448591197978583183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7448591197978583183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-progress-necessarily-beneficial-for.html' title='Is progress necessarily beneficial for society?'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6132567860480251653</id><published>2009-06-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:36:40.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is your favourite/least favourite character in VBTS?</title><content type='html'>I do not really have a favourite character in VBTS however i think i like Hari more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because Hari is a filial boy who took on the role of supporting his family. He had always taken care of his sickly mother, however he hated his drunkard father who was always stirring trouble. When he went to Bombay to work, he did not even spend a single money there, instead he sent the money back home to treat his mother's illness, in hoping that his family would lead a life of comfort. Everything he did was for his family's good. The reason why i don't have a favourite character is because i would also like his other family members such as his father. Although he was always stirring trouble and spending his family's money, however it was because of a scammer who cheated him of his hard-earned money. That was the reason that led to his break-down. In the end, when his wife was sent to a hospital, he was shocked and immediately went to the hospital to take care of her. This shows that he still cared and love her. In the end, he changed his habit for his family and became a caring husband too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus i do not have a favourite character since each has their positive sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6132567860480251653?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6132567860480251653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6132567860480251653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6132567860480251653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6132567860480251653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-is-your-favouriteleast-favourite.html' title='Who is your favourite/least favourite character in VBTS?'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2578861090350065493</id><published>2009-06-27T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:26:15.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which part of Village by the Sea do you like best?</title><content type='html'>I like the part where Hari returns from Bombay to Thul best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because Hari was a hardworking and diligent boy whose future was bright when he joined in the protest to Bombay to stop industrialisation in Thul. When he went there, he got separated from his group of people but he had Mr Silvas' address. Thus he went to find Mr Silvas' family, however they were overseas. Then there was this man called Hira Lal who brought Hari to Jagu's shop. Jagu provided food and shelter for Hari as Hari worked for him. Hari also learnt the skill of repairing clocks and watches from the old watchmaker. All the money that Hari earned was sent back to his home. When Hari finally earned some money, he went back to celebrate Deevali with his family. That time, he found out that his sickly mother has finally turned well as Mr Silvas provided the money for her to go to a hospital. His drunkard father has also changed his habit of drinking and took good care of his wife all the while she was in the hospital. Finally the family was reunited again, and they became rich in Thul. It was a very happy ending which i felt touched when i was reading this story, and it left a deep impact in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2578861090350065493?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2578861090350065493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2578861090350065493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2578861090350065493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2578861090350065493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/which-part-of-village-by-sea-do-you.html' title='Which part of Village by the Sea do you like best?'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6270120609116174659</id><published>2009-06-27T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:10:42.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I rather be the city rat than the country rat.</title><content type='html'>From my view, i would rather be the country rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons are because, as a city rat, although there are high technology, everything is well-prepared: there are supermarkets, hospitals and anything that you need. However there are many pollutions in the city: noise pollution, air pollution, to name a few. These would lead to global warming, which would harm the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, as a country rat, although the literacy level is low and the technology level is not that high, but we could lead a peaceful life. There are no pollutions, we can just live for a living. There would be less troubles as compared to being a city rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, i would rather be the country rat since im a person who rather likes peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6270120609116174659?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6270120609116174659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6270120609116174659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6270120609116174659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6270120609116174659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-rather-be-city-rat-than-country-rat.html' title='I rather be the city rat than the country rat.'/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8033001926388817968</id><published>2009-06-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T21:54:49.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIPPED&lt;br /&gt;All of the 14 people must do this quiz, unless he/she doesn't have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of 14 people you can think off the top of your head, then answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;01. Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;02. Pearlina&lt;br /&gt;03. Yurong&lt;br /&gt;04. Madeline&lt;br /&gt;05. Elisa&lt;br /&gt;06. Liying&lt;br /&gt;07. Faith&lt;br /&gt;08. Xinjie&lt;br /&gt;09. Kiaheng&lt;br /&gt;10. Qiaole&lt;br /&gt;11. Raphael&lt;br /&gt;12. Teresa&lt;br /&gt;13. Ruiyu&lt;br /&gt;14. Emil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. How did you get to meet 7? (Faith)&lt;br /&gt;EE.. hmm how would i know? Mayb cuz shes a faithful girl..&lt;br /&gt;02. What would you do if you had never met 13? (Ruiyu)&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn't be so fun :)&lt;br /&gt;03. What would you do if 1 and 12 date? (Kenneth and Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.. it isn't impossible :) mayb i can be the matchmaker :D&lt;br /&gt;04. Have you ever seen 14 cry? (Emil)&lt;br /&gt;LOL i got a photo in my old phone which shows him crying. ( although not, but looks damn like it.)&lt;br /&gt;05. Would 4 and 11 be a good couple? (Madeline and Raphael)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. YES! jiejie and my berigood fren (:&lt;br /&gt;06.Do you think 11 is attractive? (Raphael)&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Smart and handsome ^^&lt;br /&gt;07. What's 2's favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG. i think i dunno leh.. should be pink O:&lt;br /&gt;08. When was the last time you talked to 9? (Kiaheng)&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.. very long ago le.&lt;br /&gt;09. What language does 8 speak? (Xinjie)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously english? if not indian meh =="&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is 13 going out with? (Ruiyu)&lt;br /&gt;Elisa bah..&lt;br /&gt;11. What grade is 12 in?&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 loh..&lt;br /&gt;12. Would you ever date with 10? (Qiaole)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. leave it to fate :)&lt;br /&gt;13. Where does 5 live? (Ruiyu)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno him that well..&lt;br /&gt;14. What's the best thing about 3? (Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;A very good friend :)&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you want to tell 10 right now? (Qiaole)&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;16. What's the best thing about 8? (Xinjie)&lt;br /&gt;Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever kissed 5? (Elisa)&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have i kissed anyone :X&lt;br /&gt;18. What's the best memory you have with 7? (Faith)&lt;br /&gt;The times we chat?&lt;br /&gt;19. When's the last time you're going to see 6? (Liying)&lt;br /&gt;Would i even see her?&lt;br /&gt;20. How is 14 and 12 different? (Emil and Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;One is a boy, one is a girl ^^&lt;br /&gt;21. Is 6 pretty? (Liying)&lt;br /&gt;Okok bah..&lt;br /&gt;22. How did you meet 5? (Elisa)&lt;br /&gt;How did i meet her? Eh.. i forgot liao. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;23. Is 1 your best friend? (Kenneth)&lt;br /&gt;He is my cousin -.-&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate 12? (Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;Nope, shes my ahgong hahax.&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen 4 in the last month? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;Yep, on her bday (:&lt;br /&gt;26. When was the last time you said to 3? (Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;If you mean talk, i think is during the Dec hols.&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you been to 5's house? (Elisa)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;28. When's the last time you gonna see 10? (Qiaole)&lt;br /&gt;Im not quite sure about that.. as i said, leave it to fate :)&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you close to 13? (Ruiyu)&lt;br /&gt;Are we considered close?&lt;br /&gt;30. Have you ever been to movie with 4 before? (Madeline)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.. not sure about next time (:&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever gotten into trouble with 8?(Xinjie)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Many times!!&lt;br /&gt;32. Would you give 2 a hug? (Pearlina)&lt;br /&gt;NO! I don't give anyone hugs.&lt;br /&gt;33. When have you lied to 3? (Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i have ever lied to him.. unless cracking jokes are included.&lt;br /&gt;34. Is 1 good in socializing? (Kenneth)&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's quite shy..&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you know secrets about 9? (Kiaheng)&lt;br /&gt;Err.. im not too quite sure about that, but im curious about it :)&lt;br /&gt;36. Describe the relationship between 12 and 14. (Teresa and Emil)&lt;br /&gt;They do not even know each other.&lt;br /&gt;37. Best thing about your friendship with 9? (Kiaheng)&lt;br /&gt;My chatmate.&lt;br /&gt;38. What's the worst thing about 6? (Liying)&lt;br /&gt;I dunno ?&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever had a crush on 12? (Teresa)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;40. Does 14 have a girlfriend or boyfriend? (Emil)&lt;br /&gt;JIALIN!&lt;br /&gt;41. Have you ever wanted to punch 1's face? (Kenneth)&lt;br /&gt;Nope, for what?&lt;br /&gt;42. Has 2 met your mother (Pearlina)&lt;br /&gt;More than a dozen times, or rather, more than hundred dozen times.&lt;br /&gt;43. How did you get to meet 3? (Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;The first day in P1 i sat with him.&lt;br /&gt;44. Did you ever physically hurt 3? (Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;Did i? Even so i cant really remember.. sorry :)&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you live close to 7? (Faith)&lt;br /&gt;Honestly i don't know where she lives.. unless she would be glad to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;46. What's 8 favourite food? (Xinjie)&lt;br /&gt;Do i look like i know?&lt;br /&gt;47. What kind of car does 1 have? (Kenneth)&lt;br /&gt;Toy cars (:&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever travelled anywhere with 9 before? (Kiaheng)&lt;br /&gt;Haha nope, would i ever get the chance to travel with her? I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;49. If you give 14 $100, what will he/she spend on? (Emil)&lt;br /&gt;FOOD! MANY FOODS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this quiz is so random -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8033001926388817968?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8033001926388817968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8033001926388817968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8033001926388817968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8033001926388817968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/06/ripped-all-of-14-people-must-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4718257944302755847</id><published>2009-05-28T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:34:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy bday to u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy bday to u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy bday to u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy bday to u!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bday to:&lt;br /&gt;14 May - Theresa&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;21 May - Madeline&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;28 May - Dorothy&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;28 May - me!!! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;28 May - Qiaole &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, to daniel XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to: Class 1o2.. Kiaheng..Shawn..Elisa..Qiaole..Dorothy..Madeline..Every single one that had wished my happy birthday !! XDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4718257944302755847?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4718257944302755847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4718257944302755847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4718257944302755847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4718257944302755847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-bday-to-u-happy-bday-to-u-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8436976086095288882</id><published>2009-05-26T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:56:13.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Singapore has gotten her first case of confirmed H1N1 disease today..&lt;br /&gt;It was a lady who had just gotten back from New York.&lt;br /&gt;To think Singapore would have today..&lt;br /&gt;Very soon it will be spreading around..&lt;br /&gt;And we are unable to go school..&lt;br /&gt;mug at home :X&lt;br /&gt;Ok all these are craps except for the news,&lt;br /&gt;which are the latest.&lt;br /&gt;The government sent out the notice today afternoon i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its a 1, 2 and 3 days countdown.&lt;br /&gt;All 3 are special days ;P&lt;br /&gt;Hmmz.. Lets see.. tomorrow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8436976086095288882?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8436976086095288882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8436976086095288882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8436976086095288882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8436976086095288882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/05/singapore-has-gotten-her-first-case-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4626818123262996521</id><published>2009-05-19T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:25:55.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 people that come to my mind now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Yurong&lt;br /&gt;2)Pearlina&lt;br /&gt;3)Faithfie&lt;br /&gt;4)Kiaheng&lt;br /&gt;5)Elisa&lt;br /&gt;6)Zheyi&lt;br /&gt;7)Ruiyu&lt;br /&gt;8)Xinjie&lt;br /&gt;9)Raphael&lt;br /&gt;10)Kenneth(Cousin)&lt;br /&gt;11)Liying&lt;br /&gt;12)Teresa&lt;br /&gt;13)Emil&lt;br /&gt;14)Madeline&lt;br /&gt;15)Qiaole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever hugged 1? (Yurong)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the best memories you have of 10? (Kenneth)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood when he came my house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell something juicy about 15. (Qiaole)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.. she likes darren? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you like about 8? (Xinjie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE.. nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is number 4 attractive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kiaheng)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think so.. since.. she knows it herself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your first impression of 7? (Ruiyu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded! (jkjk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet 3? (Faithfie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure.. how did i meet u huh? hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 13 could kill someone? (Emil)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is 11 your best friend?(Liying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever kissed 5?(Elisa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in my past lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think 2 has a crush on you?(Pearlina)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if she would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do you spend the most time with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearlina???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the last thing you did with 1? (Yurong)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play badminton or basketball ah.. paiseh! I got 13 hours of memory nia XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pearlina)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times, not that i can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever slept with 5? (Elisa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U say leh? -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think 6 is sexy? (Zheyi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever liked 7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Ruiyu)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, but dunno whether he does for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the last place you went with 8? (Xinjie)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it kfc..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you real close to 9? (Raphael)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can say so lahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of relationship do you have with 10?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family relationships. Dun think others hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you ever kiss 11?(Liying)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ee... no! (no offence hor!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been to the movies with 12? (Teresa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. With others yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever gotton in trouble with 13?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Emil)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh yes! The way he manages the class finance really pisses me off -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you ever make a move on 14?(Madeline)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm... not now. Not sure about next time though? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you and 15 talk about the most?(Qiaole)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR AFFAIRS. Not those hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS QUIZ IS LAME. FULL STOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4626818123262996521?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4626818123262996521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4626818123262996521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4626818123262996521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4626818123262996521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/05/ripped.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1667049364385382297</id><published>2009-05-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:16:42.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowow.. Exams are finally over.. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;So here's some photos once again..&lt;br /&gt;First up, it's photos of a buffet that was ordered to our house to celebrate mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Nice desserts yeah ^^&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wtFEDiwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-FRoabiJpAU/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748740701293314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wtFEDiwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-FRoabiJpAU/s320/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wpaJPpcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3OaXE1ZX49Y/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748677640725954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wpaJPpcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3OaXE1ZX49Y/s320/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now the food..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wlBet0bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dc8nfGFD7_U/s1600-h/DSC02413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748602300420530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wlBet0bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Dc8nfGFD7_U/s320/DSC02413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_whEnJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ip8GgeMkiXw/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748534421647634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_whEnJ8RI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ip8GgeMkiXw/s320/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wZVxHu9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/f4EKkrAt3Is/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748401587895250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wZVxHu9I/AAAAAAAAAIk/f4EKkrAt3Is/s320/DSC02411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wUbQ34HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ix9cLnBx2OM/s1600-h/DSC02410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748317163905138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wUbQ34HI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Ix9cLnBx2OM/s320/DSC02410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the clouds..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wPKBqSiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FjY-ZTZoJ48/s1600-h/DSC02408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748226637351458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wPKBqSiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FjY-ZTZoJ48/s320/DSC02408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wKtPwjGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RFXNjxZh1hw/s1600-h/DSC02407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748150192376930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wKtPwjGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/RFXNjxZh1hw/s320/DSC02407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then an apple strudel that i ordered last time! Went out with friends, ordered a half-loaf strudel. Aww but i treated ):. ;P &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wHVbnJII/AAAAAAAAAIE/Amys29soB80/s1600-h/DSC02399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748092260033666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wHVbnJII/AAAAAAAAAIE/Amys29soB80/s320/DSC02399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A very nice picture of the sun. I like this photo very much ^^ had this as my wallpaper.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wC0GeIBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lHFQ55cP3IE/s1600-h/DSC02357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336748014593515538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wC0GeIBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lHFQ55cP3IE/s320/DSC02357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The end.. Went swimming with my family today. Quite fun. The feeling of yourself soaking into the water and relaxing your whole body.. Very relaxed. Haiz.. still got homework and projects. But it's weekends.. and exams are over.. I longed for a rest, and I don't feel like doing my homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1667049364385382297?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1667049364385382297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1667049364385382297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1667049364385382297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1667049364385382297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/05/wowow.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/Sg_wtFEDiwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/-FRoabiJpAU/s72-c/DSC02416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7009048669674805011</id><published>2009-05-07T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:10:56.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never post for very long liao.. just took some random pictures. I realised i like to take photographs of the beautiful nature very much, but sorry for the poor photography skills.. The pictures was supposed to be much nicer before that, the sun was in the middle of the clouds, and the rays could be seen very clearly, and they were so beautiful i stood there admiring them. However there was someone making the speech and thus i could not take out my phone, that's why the pictures aren't that nice now. First up, a picture of the nice rays.. with no sun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPZD9Mj8PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t8Xt2JmcOS0/s1600-h/DSC02328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333345045726884082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPZD9Mj8PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t8Xt2JmcOS0/s320/DSC02328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPY-948hCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qj3dshFk7Vw/s1600-h/DSC02327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344960013698082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPY-948hCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Qj3dshFk7Vw/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A far distance cloud away from the sun, but was still a little bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344780425836818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 11px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPY0g33ORI/AAAAAAAAAHk/p1L-cB45GVk/s320/DSC02325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYsWq2vTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/m77LewRIQA4/s1600-h/DSC02326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344640247971122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYsWq2vTI/AAAAAAAAAHc/m77LewRIQA4/s320/DSC02326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quite nice right the rays? The scenery in the morning at HwaChong quite nice de..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYnP_q9II/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuw77m1kFt8/s1600-h/DSC02325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344552556885122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYnP_q9II/AAAAAAAAAHU/tuw77m1kFt8/s320/DSC02325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYjEPD8UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kWhqYTQJQOk/s1600-h/DSC02324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344480680735042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYjEPD8UI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kWhqYTQJQOk/s320/DSC02324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYfuMUc2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ELuRm159Rl4/s1600-h/DSC02323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344423224046434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYfuMUc2I/AAAAAAAAAHE/ELuRm159Rl4/s320/DSC02323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a little bit of the sun and the rays, but the picture is tilted, otherwise it would be very nice..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYbrOyi-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/bc5LZ35lG7o/s1600-h/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344353709624290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYbrOyi-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/bc5LZ35lG7o/s320/DSC02322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quite nice too :D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYXu-2lcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bnAXlfXPIm4/s1600-h/DSC02321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344285997045186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYXu-2lcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bnAXlfXPIm4/s320/DSC02321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok.. i took this picture at the bus. There's a heart beneath the windows, translucent. Don't know who drew it. Perhaps the person behind the uncle.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYSqql3BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nAshHOYcRHA/s1600-h/DSC02320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344198938975250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYSqql3BI/AAAAAAAAAGs/nAshHOYcRHA/s320/DSC02320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another heart beneath the lights. Sorry that my legs were extra.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYNZ3hycI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TO-VkoatkEM/s1600-h/DSC02298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344108530485698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYNZ3hycI/AAAAAAAAAGk/TO-VkoatkEM/s320/DSC02298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo was took.. a few weeks ago i supposed. Had a feast..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYH2PXRfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IJM109Bs2FM/s1600-h/DSC02234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333344013067437554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYH2PXRfI/AAAAAAAAAGc/IJM109Bs2FM/s320/DSC02234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A meal i had that cost $2000. Just one meal -.- but its not the meal above.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYDA5Ly7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fLdFerSG-1g/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333343930027854770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPYDA5Ly7I/AAAAAAAAAGU/fLdFerSG-1g/s320/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reciept was this long.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPXvaz8ffI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ti3uFroW0ZQ/s1600-h/DSC02184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333343593387818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPXvaz8ffI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ti3uFroW0ZQ/s320/DSC02184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently alot rainbows and double rainbows.. This was supposed to be a double rainbow but considering the distance i took and that it's evening and my poor handphone camera with only 2 megapixels, the rainbow was very vague, but can still be seen.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPXo9BCJsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i5YSU7IjOdo/s1600-h/DSC01989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333343482310436546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPXo9BCJsI/AAAAAAAAAGE/i5YSU7IjOdo/s320/DSC01989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok.. The end.. will post more pictures a.s.a.p. Just a short and random post.&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7009048669674805011?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7009048669674805011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7009048669674805011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7009048669674805011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7009048669674805011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-post-for-very-long-liao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SgPZD9Mj8PI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t8Xt2JmcOS0/s72-c/DSC02328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-4140296523279626598</id><published>2009-04-29T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:50:36.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucked up. I hate my life. Must be something serious that made me scold vulgar, so don't ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-4140296523279626598?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/4140296523279626598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=4140296523279626598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4140296523279626598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/4140296523279626598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/04/fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3245950800908564931</id><published>2009-04-27T06:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T06:14:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots, i know i haven't been posting for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;So i'll just be posting about things happening these few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be posted another time :)&lt;br /&gt;Well.. forgot when already.. i went to Sembawang beach to do CIP&lt;br /&gt;had to clean up the litters.&lt;br /&gt;There was so much lahs.. glass.. styrofoam.. cigarette butts.. to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;Then some of us were like, picking stones and throwing at the sea,&lt;br /&gt;to see whose stone could bounce the most.&lt;br /&gt;After that i went to buy a drink and slack there~&lt;br /&gt;And then nothing interesting happened :O. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;( Diao! So lame! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few weekends had been going out, either for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;feast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kbox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. xD&lt;br /&gt;Once i ate a meal and the reciept was so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;that it cost &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;$2000 dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.-&lt;br /&gt;Actually want go play pool want, but all fully booked.&lt;br /&gt;The kbox, hehe.. drink &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Drink alot siol,&lt;br /&gt;but mix with other drinks duh.&lt;br /&gt;Then sing and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprising someone was still up until 2 or so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;Argh, exams are coming!&lt;br /&gt;Think imma fail this term.. getting complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Forget it man.. -random-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3245950800908564931?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3245950800908564931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3245950800908564931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3245950800908564931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3245950800908564931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/04/woots-i-know-i-havent-been-posting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-981911869282182742</id><published>2009-04-18T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:59:07.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;i found out that u seemed sad and bored most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. Cheer up and think of the positive side.&lt;br /&gt;Every cloud has a silver lining and its always sunshine after rain right?&lt;br /&gt;If theres a rainbow miracles are happening.&lt;br /&gt;Think of the good things.. Cheer up!&lt;br /&gt;Dun be so sad.. if you are bored then find someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;or something to do,&lt;br /&gt;i dun wish to see u sad, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Being sad or happy, u still have to live the day.&lt;br /&gt;And so, why not live the day happily?&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, i believe ur parents meant well for u..&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me sometimes too..&lt;br /&gt;And one of the blog post probably refers to D.&lt;br /&gt;correct me if im wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Try to talk to him if theres misunderstanding somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;Well and yeah, i guess thats all..&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, sorry for the past.. my dear friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-981911869282182742?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/981911869282182742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=981911869282182742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/981911869282182742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/981911869282182742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-my-dear-friend-i-found-out-that-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1653202469426148815</id><published>2009-04-09T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:22:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Write the names of 21 friends you can think off the top of your head and then answer the questions.After doing this, tag your 21 friends to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;1)Angella&lt;br /&gt;2)Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;3)Pearlina&lt;br /&gt;4)Shawn&lt;br /&gt;5)Amelia&lt;br /&gt;6)AnnChee&lt;br /&gt;7)Charmaine&lt;br /&gt;8)Huiyin&lt;br /&gt;9)Jamien&lt;br /&gt;10)JiaHui&lt;br /&gt;11)KiahEng&lt;br /&gt;12)LiYing&lt;br /&gt;13)Madeline&lt;br /&gt;14)Peony&lt;br /&gt;15)Raphael&lt;br /&gt;16)Xinjie&lt;br /&gt;17)Yurong&lt;br /&gt;18)Zheyi&lt;br /&gt;19)ZhiYong&lt;br /&gt;20)Teresa&lt;br /&gt;21)Darren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet 7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. my bro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do if you and 15 had never met?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life wouldn't be so fun without him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you do if 20 and 1 dated?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will never happen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever seen 17 cry?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen it, but knew he does :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would 4 and 16 make a good couple?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, 4 is a good choice but 16 totally sucks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably.. Thats why 2 person blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s 2’s favorite color?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you talked to 9?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. during the dec hols bah :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What language does 8 speak?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and chinese? Thats most common.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who is 13 going out with?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunnos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What grade is 16 in?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1, but to me, P1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you ever date 17?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where does 18 live?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgs.. i dont know that =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the best thing about 4?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we play games together :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you like to tell 10 right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is the best thing about 20?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.. kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever kissed 2?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the best memory you have of 5?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would i even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When’s the next time you’re going to see 4?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How is 7 different from 6?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is sec 3 and one is sec 1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is 2 pretty?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he is a boy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was your first impression of 15?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guai, smart, handsome :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to ask my family that :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is 15 your best friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep :D , since P3, though we dont really communicate now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you hate 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you seen 18 in the last month?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. same class :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When was the last time you saw 16?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget les.. i think few months ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you been to 5’s house?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think lehss? Duhh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When’s the next time you’ll see 10?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe sometimes on the bus??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you close to 11?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. no? Just frens :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you been to the movies with 4?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time was probably at least 5 years ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you gotten in trouble with 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you give 19 a hug?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when we graduate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When have you lied to 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahahaha.. dont think so. Probably when i was small :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is 11 good at socializing?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so.. abit emos leh.. dont mean to say that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know a secret about 8?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Describe the relationship between 12 and 18?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's friend :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the best thing about your friendship with 9?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He my didi.. play bb and badminton with me b4 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What’s the worst thing about 6?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHES LIVING IN E SAME BLOCK AS ME. k lahs thats not very bad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 12?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. NOTE THIS RUIYU, NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long have you known 2?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to say, ever since i was born :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does 11 have a bf/gf?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUHH XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1 in the face?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUHH XDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has 21 met your mother?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. when he came to my house? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet 11?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh it would be weird to say that.. some sort of infringement of privacy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you ever accidentally physically hurt 3?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think i ever hurt her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you live close to 7?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is 8’s favorite food?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of car does 1 have?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't want to drive, she wants to be drived :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you traveled anywhere with 9?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Singapore to play xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you gave 14 $100, what would they spend it on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg.. cannot give her. She will pierce ear, nose, mouth and spend them on girls stuffs :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever wants to do this just do :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1653202469426148815?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1653202469426148815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1653202469426148815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1653202469426148815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/1653202469426148815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/04/write-names-of-21-friends-you-can-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6674662826013329726</id><published>2009-04-08T05:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T05:40:28.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not been posting much these few weeks..&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about, in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Napfa is over.. term tests too.&lt;br /&gt;Scored averagely for them.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. been seeing many rainbows these few weeks&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lau has left :O&lt;br /&gt;Feel like going back school to do some CIP, anyone interested?&lt;br /&gt;Imma teach some p5 classes maths... just like the previous idea.&lt;br /&gt;Life in HCI.. quite interesting..&lt;br /&gt;Loves the lessons.. for most.&lt;br /&gt;Been getting emo -.-&lt;br /&gt;DUNNO WHAT TO SAY LIAOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cheer up lohss .. bored then chat lohss.. and dont get angry and block me for saying ghost stories lahss :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6674662826013329726?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6674662826013329726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6674662826013329726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SO SO SO SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;damn bored lols&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Rotting at home for the past few hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;Finding people to chat with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;but don't feel like talking at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;So emo -.- isolating myself -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deleted all my past lame post.&lt;br /&gt;and i practically dont feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;geez :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2249471037420431340?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2249471037420431340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2249471037420431340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2249471037420431340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2249471037420431340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-so-so-so-so-so-damn-bored-lols.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-9126239894577511731</id><published>2009-03-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:22:45.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Every day, is as if I play apart&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can not fool&lt;br /&gt;My heart.&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;In a world where I have to&lt;br /&gt;Hide my heart&lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world&lt;br /&gt;What's inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;br /&gt;Someone I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that i'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that must&lt;br /&gt;Be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need&lt;br /&gt;To know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to hide?&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that i'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflections show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflections show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-9126239894577511731?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/9126239894577511731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=9126239894577511731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9126239894577511731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/9126239894577511731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-at-me-you-may-think-you-see-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.. cheeks maybe..&lt;br /&gt;2. How do you feel when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Terrible... :D&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person who you took photo with?&lt;br /&gt;ehs. i think is my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider to be spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the situation..&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you have a good friend of an opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;duh..&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;If he/she pisses me off..&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text msg says?&lt;br /&gt;Um.. " Erm... Like when everyone come already then go and buy the food lor. The rest can play basketball or play at the playground." lolx&lt;br /&gt;9.  What are you thinking of right now?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what the questions says -.-.&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you wish someone was with you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope =="&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you go to sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. 12? After going to the doctor's and getting an injection for that stupid camp -.-. Im never going to camp again :@&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you buy the t-shirt you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. i think its far east plaza.. forget liao.&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;No im just thinking of the lame questions :O&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person who texted you?&lt;br /&gt;Carina..? About class gathering loh.. -.-&lt;br /&gt;15. People tagged to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1) Peony&lt;br /&gt;2) Yurong&lt;br /&gt;3) Xinjie&lt;br /&gt;4) Pearlina&lt;br /&gt;5) Liying&lt;br /&gt;( just random people which was chose from a certain method )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 2 having a relationship with? ( Yurong)&lt;br /&gt;EHS. dunno leh? jiaxin? lilin? annchee? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 3 female or male? (Xinjie)&lt;br /&gt;Male :) HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is number 1 studying about? (Peony)&lt;br /&gt;subjects duh. eng math chi sci. common sense right -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is number 4 single? (Pearlina)&lt;br /&gt;Eh. pearlina are u single? no right.. hhehe xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something about number 5.&lt;br /&gt;Something. LOL HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6115530590870289949?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6115530590870289949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6115530590870289949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6115530590870289949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6115530590870289949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-to-do-another-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5207760299479474187</id><published>2009-03-14T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:25:08.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagged to do this quiz. geez :O..&lt;br /&gt;1)If you could change your name, wad would it be? That's provided if i could.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;2)Do you think you are good looking? Duh no, im the ugliest guy on earth :X&lt;br /&gt;3)Are you single or taken? duhh ugliest guy can only be single.&lt;br /&gt;4)Are you happily single or taken? but im happily single :D&lt;br /&gt;5)What's your favourite colour? teal bah.. ( light blue )&lt;br /&gt;6)Do you think the world is round or flat? you say leh..&lt;br /&gt;7)Spongebob or Patrick? dunno.. both are cute :D&lt;br /&gt;8)Chuckie or Tommy? hello.. i dun even noe whats that -.-&lt;br /&gt;9)Pooh or Eeyore? Or baby pooh? baby pooh is the cutest xD&lt;br /&gt;10)Black or white? White is much prettier :D&lt;br /&gt;11)Who are your best friends? hey.. too much lahx. derrick.. waikit.. to name a few from greenridge.. daniel.. gary.. to name a few from hci..&lt;br /&gt;12)Who is your enemy? no one.. i dun like to make enemies :O&lt;br /&gt;13)Who is your hero? no one. Be the first to be honoured to be my hero then..&lt;br /&gt;14)Who was the last person you saw? uh, my big bro? just with me .. =="&lt;br /&gt;15)Who was the last person you hugged? dunno.. when i last hugged.. was like.. k1-p2?&lt;br /&gt;probably my maid.. or my mum.&lt;br /&gt;16)Who was the last person I told I love them?  i had nvr told anyone i love them, or rather, i dont remember at all :O&lt;br /&gt;17)Who is the person you miss most? My friends.. my teachers? Hadnt seen them in a while..&lt;br /&gt;18)What is one thing that brightens your day? Natural smiles and laughter :)&lt;br /&gt;19)When was the last time you went on vacation? Last december ;O&lt;br /&gt;20)Who was the last person to annoy you? Daniel!! When we were washing the w/e during the camp.. remember!?!?&lt;br /&gt;21)Against or for gay marriage? Against?? duh.&lt;br /&gt;22)Bush or Kerry? bush..? George bush?!?! LOL&lt;br /&gt;23)Against or for abortion? Against.&lt;br /&gt;24)When was the last tym you cried? dunnos. P&amp;amp;C&lt;br /&gt;25)When was the last time you were absolutely happy? probably not even once -.-&lt;br /&gt;26)Who was the last person you yelled at? dunno lehs, also dun remember.&lt;br /&gt;27)Do you think you are well liked? not for an ugly guy -.-.&lt;br /&gt;28)Do you go to Talawanda? i dont even know where in the world is this place -.-. Antarctica?? mayb..&lt;br /&gt;TAG 7 FRIENDS TO DO THIS QUIZ!&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like :D do it willingly if u want XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5207760299479474187?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5207760299479474187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5207760299479474187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5207760299479474187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5207760299479474187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-to-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2958418046772230863</id><published>2009-03-13T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:18:37.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots just came back from camp.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph so tired that i slept at 4 ytd until now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the camp TOTALLY sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, why do the Ispark get to sleep in domes&lt;br /&gt;but we sleep in tents?&lt;br /&gt;That's totally unfair kays, and the principal still say will 一视同仁. pui!!&lt;br /&gt;2nd, the food totally sucks too! Though it gets better day by day,&lt;br /&gt;but i totally dont feel like eating them.&lt;br /&gt;3rd, i get sunburn from standing and running under the hot sun all day.&lt;br /&gt;And now it hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;My face is so dark and red now, as black as charcoal, from the sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;how am i supposed to go to the class gathering like this!?!?&lt;br /&gt;I get bitten by mosquitoes too : (&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the campfire TOTALLY ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;i was so hyper then, with ZongXuan ( student leader ) telling me to shout my voice out, and i did it :D&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun, when the whole cohort, trainers, teachers, student leaders and students&lt;br /&gt;sang 朋友 together.&lt;br /&gt;At first, the student leaders were singing only, after that we requested for ENCORE&lt;br /&gt;cuz it was pretty touching though it doesnt sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;And then, the whole cohort began standing one by one, and EVERYONE SANG TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;It was so touching and fun to see that.&lt;br /&gt;Then the student leaders began dancing around the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;LOL I WAS THE FIRST ONE TO JOIN THEM.&lt;br /&gt;I see that, i run over to dance also.&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone chiong to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Though it lasted only a few mins,&lt;br /&gt;but it was the best part of the camp and i love it very much :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, everything sux but the campfire :X&lt;br /&gt;Im beginning to love it :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2958418046772230863?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2958418046772230863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2958418046772230863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2958418046772230863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2958418046772230863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots-just-came-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-1023546657951132373</id><published>2009-03-07T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:11:08.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahx, was sick on friday.&lt;br /&gt;terrible headache and stomachache oO&lt;br /&gt;not going to sch tmr too,&lt;br /&gt;hadnt recovered yet zz.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my bro had the same illness as me.&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST the same, about 95%.&lt;br /&gt;today, he was singing songs and swinging the bolster&lt;br /&gt;when he was saying 如果爱...... he swung the bolster onto the glass light frame&lt;br /&gt;and the thing broke.&lt;br /&gt;some of the fragments cut him :O&lt;br /&gt;lols, ok had to stop here since my bro is chasing me to play with him&lt;br /&gt;and beating me zz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-1023546657951132373?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/1023546657951132373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=1023546657951132373' title='0 Comments'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7414854383429037794</id><published>2009-03-04T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:03:04.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyways dunno if u will be seeing this post but,&lt;br /&gt;i dun **k* u lahs. is cuz dat time u say will a***d me&lt;br /&gt;if i t***k u mahs.. so i say loh..&lt;br /&gt;den now u still *****ing me..&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh.. nvm lahs.. forget it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7414854383429037794?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3266130706813094512</id><published>2009-03-04T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T01:45:06.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots just came back from home..&lt;br /&gt;Well had the maths sets competition today&lt;br /&gt;the first round was quite easy..&lt;br /&gt;cuz we fought leqi and laiheng&lt;br /&gt;but they didnt know how to play..&lt;br /&gt;although we won them but i feel uneasy lehx!&lt;br /&gt;2nd round.. we fought 2 guys from 1o1&lt;br /&gt;we won again! yeahs!&lt;br /&gt;den 3rd round..&lt;br /&gt;sian! all sec 1 play with each other..&lt;br /&gt;but my group played with sec 2!&lt;br /&gt;obviously we lose!&lt;br /&gt;so hard.. zz nvm.&lt;br /&gt;had to rush for history hw now :D&lt;br /&gt;byes :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3266130706813094512?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3266130706813094512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3266130706813094512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3266130706813094512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3266130706813094512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/woots-just-came-back-from-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-2092672192951628828</id><published>2009-03-01T00:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:45:29.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FINAL DETAILS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Class Gathering for P6 Humility is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Date : Mon, 16th March Time : 12nn to 9pm ( you can come and leave anytime )&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Lobby of Block 211, Petir Road. ( Call Carina after alighting Pending Lrt )&lt;br /&gt;NOTES* : Bring $6 each to pay for the food and drinks ( theres a bbq pit too )&lt;br /&gt;Do come in group of at least 4s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-2092672192951628828?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/2092672192951628828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=2092672192951628828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2092672192951628828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/2092672192951628828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/03/final-details-class-gathering-for-p6.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7541061071942314138</id><published>2009-02-28T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:32:27.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woots.. finally savoured the flavour of sharks fin again..&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th bday bro!!&lt;br /&gt;Well the meal today was quite nice yeah :D&lt;br /&gt;pleaded my sis to buy me a white jacket :O&lt;br /&gt;didnt know if she was going to buy for me or not&lt;br /&gt;Had to continue doing my homework afterwards..&lt;br /&gt;especially since it was piled as high as a mountain oO&lt;br /&gt;might be going back for p5 prefect camp alumni on 13th March&lt;br /&gt;Depends..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7541061071942314138?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7541061071942314138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7541061071942314138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7541061071942314138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7541061071942314138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5331508386942181109</id><published>2009-02-28T04:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:16:38.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today.. ugh i had to redo 6 more book reviews!&lt;br /&gt;I had done 12.. and lost 8.. zz&lt;br /&gt;Well.. so fed up with my works :@&lt;br /&gt;imma repack my whole bag tmr, its so messy :@&lt;br /&gt;Well.. just came back :O&lt;br /&gt;went to jap restaurant to celebrate my bro's birthday&lt;br /&gt;ate alot of sashimi..maki..handroll... laus very nice :D&lt;br /&gt;the wasabi wasnt getting that hot with each mouth.. :O&lt;br /&gt;the sake.. quite bitter..but still quite nice :O&lt;br /&gt;but i din eat much today&lt;br /&gt;wasnt that hungry :O&lt;br /&gt;aniwaes, tmr afternoon we are going to eat more delicious meals again..&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate my bro's bday...&lt;br /&gt;hmm? think there would be shark fins..&lt;br /&gt;hadnt eat that for a long time alrd :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5331508386942181109?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5331508386942181109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5331508386942181109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5331508386942181109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5331508386942181109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5638089357035111139</id><published>2009-02-19T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:22:45.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my-loved-ones.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.my-loved-ones.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;-- yours specially :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5638089357035111139?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5638089357035111139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5638089357035111139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5638089357035111139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5638089357035111139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/www.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5521425778329606982</id><published>2009-02-18T03:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T04:03:55.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhsss...&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;My Primary School Friends..&lt;br /&gt;My teachers!!&lt;br /&gt;My dota friends!! long time nvr play wif 2 hanwei, gerald, jocelyn, jimmy, adam and ryan alrd!!&lt;br /&gt;I miss our clan too!! Clan Sins, Clan Bday, Clan LuV!!! Chieftain gerald and ryan!! lol.. everyone alrd stop playing alrd!! wheres all my pro fren?!?! We own and trash everyone every game be it indoor or outdoor remember!?!?!? Our teamwork are so good!! My skills turn rusty alrd!! My Proness!! I own every dota match!![and the hwachong people de clan!! Clan JR!! everyone also stop alrd!!! ( now in army ) ]&lt;br /&gt;And u!!!!&lt;br /&gt;( PS FOR BEING EMO IM JUST AN EMO FREAK :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5521425778329606982?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5521425778329606982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5521425778329606982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5521425778329606982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5521425778329606982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahhhsss.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-7756063537250876337</id><published>2009-02-17T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:24:36.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Okays.. blogged as requested.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nothing much happened these few days lahx..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;only something good lohx! (hahx i wont reveal it)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm.. Mr Ong spent one lesson scolding us today.. lolx!! but seriously funny lahs..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;During maths test, when i look at Mr Yong, he suddenly wink at me, den i wink back to him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Then he smiled and i laughed, den we were like exchanging some winks lo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Den during geog test, i thought of someone and laughed RETARDEDLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;( the person knows who im referring to :) )&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;den teacher look at me i look at her and smile and she smile back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hahax! the teacher all so cute!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ms lim or Mr lau maybe looking at my blog hehs. I DEMAND MORE CHOCOLATE!!!!!! lolx!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;been missing someone these few days.. well.. for the toblerone today..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;all i have to say is thanks and i like it very much!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you you will forever be in my heart. i love you &lt;3&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sry for the messy colours and text ;P just experimenting it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-7756063537250876337?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/7756063537250876337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=7756063537250876337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7756063537250876337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/7756063537250876337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/okays.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-8885257706522149392</id><published>2009-02-09T05:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:46:58.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a view of the first hotel :) They had comps there! GREAT!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZBBIrO08yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pglKfiM0nKY/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300808378714747682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZBBIrO08yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pglKfiM0nKY/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZBAv-HjX9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/S_iao6siKFo/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300807954287779794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZBAv-HjX9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/S_iao6siKFo/s320/DSC00173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In one of the photos u can see that the river was actually frozen, well the temperature is very cold there thats why. And i was at the NiaoChao, where the olympics were held :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA_e0BMqOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dsfTdE7x25k/s1600-h/DSC00178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300806560007366882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA_e0BMqOI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dsfTdE7x25k/s320/DSC00178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA_M0TgKmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ueucPXAripU/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300806250846497378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA_M0TgKmI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ueucPXAripU/s320/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-yoRDpTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OIbWkoJXYGE/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300805800938415410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-yoRDpTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/OIbWkoJXYGE/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i noe i very lame go twist :) REM: the main point is not me but the river, its in ice :)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-a3WEflI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H_O9zb6BJDU/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300805392669113938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-a3WEflI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H_O9zb6BJDU/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-IorrLII/AAAAAAAAAFM/O5VGRrVP5LM/s1600-h/DSC00262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300805079495552130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA-IorrLII/AAAAAAAAAFM/O5VGRrVP5LM/s320/DSC00262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA9t2lojJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hxty1O-giBg/s1600-h/DSC00279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300804619371842706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA9t2lojJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hxty1O-giBg/s320/DSC00279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA9PDxXCwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHB5uLvAwug/s1600-h/DSC00294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300804090334743298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA9PDxXCwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bHB5uLvAwug/s320/DSC00294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA831q3_9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z9ISzvSLVVY/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803691412455378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA831q3_9I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z9ISzvSLVVY/s320/DSC00301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The focus is not me, but the sun. Cuz i suck in this pic =="&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA8W73RmWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x9qYS9kgLlQ/s1600-h/DSC00355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300803126139394402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA8W73RmWI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x9qYS9kgLlQ/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We changed hotel.. and heh.. guess what we had.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA7sONhQQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DQZiSnZCe_o/s1600-h/DSC00382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300802392330158338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA7sONhQQI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DQZiSnZCe_o/s320/DSC00382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a... private spa!! cool!! we had our private spa there.. heh :P&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA7TvQrLgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o0JYQZmFaHQ/s1600-h/DSC00381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801971705032194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA7TvQrLgI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o0JYQZmFaHQ/s320/DSC00381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics of 2 little cute cats!! :) forget where we at when we saw these cats.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA611EsBLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zAufcMx58n8/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300801457869292722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA611EsBLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/zAufcMx58n8/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA6aOmSWHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2n655E59Tn8/s1600-h/DSC00404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800983684765810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA6aOmSWHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2n655E59Tn8/s320/DSC00404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scenery damn nice right? Me, my bro and my sis :)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA6AG8u8FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nLc3UAv_6MM/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800534954831954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA6AG8u8FI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nLc3UAv_6MM/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of all the children who went :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA5tMsZ9xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hWQuTNKHq0w/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300800210079446802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA5tMsZ9xI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hWQuTNKHq0w/s320/DSC00427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heres a photo of my family! I most ugly right =="&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA4w6EHfRI/AAAAAAAAADs/zSUJFxauWfQ/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300799174286474514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA4w6EHfRI/AAAAAAAAADs/zSUJFxauWfQ/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok here are some really cute photos of pandas!!! It is so damn rare since in winter they are mostly hibernating and we are so lucky to notice so much pandas!! They can eat a whole bunch of leaves man! i can't eat more than them!! They are drinking water and exercising too. You will realise they are very dirty its because in winter they can't bathe its too cold for them. So poor thing :(&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA3x_vF8hI/AAAAAAAAADk/IVahs_p7eME/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300798093477147154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA3x_vF8hI/AAAAAAAAADk/IVahs_p7eME/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA3bkcZo0I/AAAAAAAAADc/RhiFpYN8aFA/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797708193866562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA3bkcZo0I/AAAAAAAAADc/RhiFpYN8aFA/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA27ZapTbI/AAAAAAAAADU/bXrMlYoOtjA/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300797155477900722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA27ZapTbI/AAAAAAAAADU/bXrMlYoOtjA/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA2nvIq1AI/AAAAAAAAADM/o9gFr3jmihQ/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796817710699522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA2nvIq1AI/AAAAAAAAADM/o9gFr3jmihQ/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA2SISpogI/AAAAAAAAADE/SGg2EU8PhRI/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796446506328578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA2SISpogI/AAAAAAAAADE/SGg2EU8PhRI/s320/DSC00512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA17kzTcTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qpbzIDNdDn4/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300796059022487858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA17kzTcTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qpbzIDNdDn4/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA1ncDAfRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uVaqfMcqfk4/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300795713075051794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA1ncDAfRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uVaqfMcqfk4/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehs me and the tour guide. My sister and boyboy behind me :( ruined everything :O&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA0SIkkDPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Uv4Ebu_J59I/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300794247558204658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZA0SIkkDPI/AAAAAAAAACk/Uv4Ebu_J59I/s320/DSC00543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a nice view of AnXi :) its not XiAn. :P&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAz2k7TsVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4ipu5hFAmvE/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300793774133457234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAz2k7TsVI/AAAAAAAAACc/4ipu5hFAmvE/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you will realise there isn't me inside. Cuz i thought everyone had went off then i ran off LOLS then they were there taking picture. Theres this famous fortune teller inside here who said i was very smart and if i wanted to go to university next time, go find him he will find me a place in BeiJing as he knows many university principals. But wonder if he will still remember me when i find him?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAzMllUtTI/AAAAAAAAACU/dy47USq9tsk/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300793052755178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAzMllUtTI/AAAAAAAAACU/dy47USq9tsk/s320/DSC00538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis birthday!! We celebrated it on 17th midnight. Well there was a joke that day. My sister suddenly wanted to sleep early but we had this surprise party for her! So no choice, i went to turn off the lights since i thought she was afraid of darkness. Then she heard noise and she was all alone in the room, then she ran out immediately crying! Lol if she sees this post shes gonna kill me ;P!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAyQp02RKI/AAAAAAAAACM/AODKc7Wxh5c/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300792023101883554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAyQp02RKI/AAAAAAAAACM/AODKc7Wxh5c/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAxsBwqRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gYEudBp0hKo/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300791393871611202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZAxsBwqRUI/AAAAAAAAACE/gYEudBp0hKo/s320/DSC00563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woots, last day of BeiJing!! Me and my bro heh but my face blocked halfway. Sianzz! Quite fun sia!! I miss travelling!! Loves Japan, Australia and more !!! Man i still had so much photos! But no time, nvm. And fyi, the food there sucks lol. FINALLY THE END. Its alrd dawn i realise after posting all these -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-8885257706522149392?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/8885257706522149392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=8885257706522149392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8885257706522149392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/8885257706522149392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/02/woots-last-day-of-beijing-me-and-my-bro.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLM9gV5KC9U/SZBBIrO08yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pglKfiM0nKY/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-5055721207390391302</id><published>2009-01-31T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:52:14.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well yesterday i went to my friend's house and imma post what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;Basically i was playing warcraft with my friend and then his cousins(3 of them) came&lt;br /&gt;and he was playing with his cousins that he fed so much that from winning to losing.&lt;br /&gt;One of them asked me how to spell milisippi or whatever, but i couldn't spell it.&lt;br /&gt;EE she was just primary 6 :( then i asked if they know the longest word in English.&lt;br /&gt;Yes they could tell me some part of it but they had forgotten the other part.&lt;br /&gt;Well it was spelled as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious a total of 34 letters if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;Its meaning is: A nonsense word used as children to express approval or to represent the longest word in English.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to play blackjack and i lost quite some bit&lt;br /&gt;but my father gave only a very small part of his winnings to me.&lt;br /&gt;And it was around 7 times of what i lost.&lt;br /&gt;For your info, i played like 2 dollars 4 dollars or so and i lost quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was midnight and i was tired, so i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up ( still in my friend's place ) my family told me that i was sleeping on my father's friend's daughter's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS i was saying: huh really meh?&lt;br /&gt;Then they said the daughter was like saying: what to do, what to do!?&lt;br /&gt;LOLS when i went home it was alrd 3 or 4am in midnight and i had to go back to my primary school today in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Had a seriously fun day :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-5055721207390391302?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/5055721207390391302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=5055721207390391302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5055721207390391302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/5055721207390391302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-yesterday-i-went-to-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-6402528363206021782</id><published>2009-01-30T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T05:04:09.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm now at my friend's house and just blogging to while away the time.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well. on the first day of the Chinese New Year i lost 95 bucks, or maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;Then my wallet was left with only a few dozen bucks. -sighs-&lt;br /&gt;Well in the coming few days i won over 20 bucks and erm.. i think i had only about half of my original amount of money geez.&lt;br /&gt;And my blog suddenly had so many people coming -.-&lt;br /&gt;( feeling so honoured :D)&lt;br /&gt;Kays, the end. Just a short post :) currently celebrating CNY at my friend's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-6402528363206021782?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/6402528363206021782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=6402528363206021782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6402528363206021782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/6402528363206021782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-now-at-my-friends-house-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-817465208339501756.post-3161894856679297674</id><published>2009-01-23T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:29:52.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pretty much happen these days,&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, its boring.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. one such incident was that my family got lost at jurong carpark..&lt;br /&gt;and many more :)&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the terraces..&lt;br /&gt;LaiHeng was playing with me and then i just went to scratch him..&lt;br /&gt;and then i scratched his private part accidentally =="&lt;br /&gt;then i laughed out and my saliva spat on Daniel's head ==" LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ok today i went back to my old school&lt;br /&gt;though we weren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;And then a whole group of us went to KFC to eat&lt;br /&gt;We made quite a nuisance there.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Bukit Panjang Plaza to shop.&lt;br /&gt;EE spotted my father there.&lt;br /&gt;Then they said they want to go badminton, but i don't want&lt;br /&gt;so i went home first..&lt;br /&gt;And there i am, blogging now, feeling so bored~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/817465208339501756-3161894856679297674?l=mon-aime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/feeds/3161894856679297674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=817465208339501756&amp;postID=3161894856679297674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3161894856679297674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/817465208339501756/posts/default/3161894856679297674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mon-aime.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-much-happen-these-days-needless.html' title=''/><author><name>Sebastian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10756312048312870788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
