<?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-4534041858479598187</id><updated>2011-08-16T09:16:47.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves , onmyway</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just started</name><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>621</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4534041858479598187.post-6488772538260706532</id><published>2010-07-20T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:10:31.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have friends who aren't like you! They can make me smile happily. You can't. I don't think you can ever now. I have enough. Yes, enough, all enough. If you think that i had changed. Yes, to be true, i had changed. I came to see a greater picture now as time passes. If i say bye, means i'm letting go. And you know what, you worth nothing to me already. Even if you aren't the kind of people i'm thinking you are, i think i don't care a single bit now. Because what you bring to me is stress. I have my supporters and i feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-6488772538260706532?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6488772538260706532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=6488772538260706532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6488772538260706532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6488772538260706532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#6488772538260706532' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5159926263744209902</id><published>2010-07-01T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:24:19.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I felt heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it concern the others but i had learn to put myself in other people's shoe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5159926263744209902?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5159926263744209902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5159926263744209902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5159926263744209902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5159926263744209902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html#5159926263744209902' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5594842782242762762</id><published>2010-06-30T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T16:35:42.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What's your motive? Don't get close me. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5594842782242762762?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5594842782242762762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5594842782242762762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5594842782242762762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5594842782242762762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#5594842782242762762' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4788957349136384471</id><published>2010-06-27T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T18:43:27.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The best holiday is when i get to spend it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super super happy today. So blessed for all, everything. This morning, I read finish my i-weekly(Qi Yu Wu and baby cover page). I still find the cover story too short to be enough for me to read. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing games in the afternoon and then Mum called as she was outside. Then Dad drove us to fetch mum. 2nd bro did not come along with us. We first went to west mall, i returned books and pull mum along to shop with me. Love mum:D Then Dad drove us back home to fetch 2nd bro, lol. Call him to come out just now and he's still playing computer. Now, need go back to fetch him. Because later we going woodlands. Bought alot of stuffs esp 1st bro. Lol! :)Bought a new shoe. Love dad:D Then we went to have afternoon snacks. Instead, we're like having afternoon second round lunch. Lol. Noodles, fried rice, tou hua, coffee, ice kachang, sugarcane drink... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later gonna watch tv until 9pm and then will go out for dinner. I love my day today. Everyday is my best day with my family :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4788957349136384471?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4788957349136384471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4788957349136384471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4788957349136384471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4788957349136384471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4788957349136384471' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3502285997269501935</id><published>2010-06-27T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:14:50.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that my life now has lesser worries, more smiles. I simply love this 2 weeks simple holidays. Spending it with my family, is so cool and good. 2 weeks holiday seems to be like taking the jet star plane. fly off so quickly and back again so quickly. School reopens tmr. I will work hard! Jia You Tan Siew Hoon! YES! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3502285997269501935?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3502285997269501935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3502285997269501935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3502285997269501935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3502285997269501935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3502285997269501935' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-289478983598040498</id><published>2010-06-26T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:28:19.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks and i didn't really think of him. Maybe that's just crush. At least i hope that is, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-289478983598040498?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/289478983598040498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=289478983598040498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/289478983598040498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/289478983598040498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#289478983598040498' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3799528755961836117</id><published>2010-06-22T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:05:02.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;20 June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt; I love you ba ba. You've been a great daddy to us. Your hard works and patient, love and care, sweat and time, jokes and fun, and all, are all that we appreciate and are thankful for. Love you, daddy! Thanks for everything. Hug!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3799528755961836117?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3799528755961836117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3799528755961836117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3799528755961836117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3799528755961836117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3799528755961836117' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8074842794049333428</id><published>2010-06-16T15:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T15:53:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MidSummer Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, i feel like traveling, i think that will be fun. Able to explore the world, the different parts, region, city and islands of the whole wide world. The winter form of entertainments, as well as the summer entertainments. Well, by the look of it, i think it will be pretty cool! I feel like carrying a camera and walked around the world, doing sightseeing and take plenty of photos back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading ' MidSummer Meltdown '. A story that lighten a flame onto my cylinder gas. It burnt strongly, enthusiastically. And that's what makes me feel like traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 13px;" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee164/betty65431rox/bg-1.png" alt="Summer Bg Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f355/angwbc/summer/2514086yfjnnd1dl8.gif" alt="summer Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i said two days ago, i stopped at which the girl's first crush kissed her in the middle of the tourist event called 'Fantasia' at Morocco but she already had another love(boyfriend) back in her country. And what happens was, she explained to her first crush that she already had her boyfriend. She didn't told her boyfriend about the kissing until he saw her first crush kissed her again in front of him. But she explained that that was just an innocent kiss, nothing about it. But however, when they showed a video on the Morocco's trip, they came across a scene in which everyone's attention was on the fireworks in Morocco except for two people-her first crush kissing her. Her boyfriend got so angry because she didn't told him the truth about that and said furiously that he met a nurse in the hospital when she's away. But then the girl realized from her friends that the nurse is actually a 50 years old mother with children. She decided to organize something to explain to her boyfriend. She remembered her boyfriend always want to be a firm director and so he had always create a scene whenever he makes her angry of something. And he did said before that life is like a movie. We're the one who will be choosing our lead roles, and we're a firm's director ourselves. Hence, she thought to bring Morocco's trip back in her country. Borrowing Morocco's song CD, and so on like setting up a tent etc. She even learn belly dance. And wanted everyone to help her along. And when her boyfriend came, they act up the scene in Morocco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends with a beautiful note with the girl understanding that she does not need to go to any faraway exotic place. Everywhere is OK with her when her boyfriend is with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 13px;" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee164/betty65431rox/bg-1.png" alt="Summer Bg Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i decided to share the story because its relaxing to read. Nice:)&lt;br /&gt;It's indeed a suitable story to read right now while i was on holiday. And yes, i'm looking forward to more TRUTH DARE KISS PROMISE stories. And looking forward to Nov and Dec and next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8074842794049333428?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8074842794049333428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8074842794049333428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8074842794049333428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8074842794049333428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8074842794049333428' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f355/angwbc/summer/th_2514086yfjnnd1dl8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4534041858479598187.post-4136259742087906117</id><published>2010-06-14T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T15:53:55.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Holiday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly first exam or tests you may call it had ended. Yes, it's truly a finally for many many others, all my school mates and including me, of course:) It's definitely not easy of how much hard work i had put in and i believe these efforts cannot be weigh. It is truly tired too and stress plus having additional stress behind me, sometimes, i try to escape, but i know what will come will eventually come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day of exam, my friends and I decided to play snooker- which is what we had planned earlier on, during the second or third test and we laughed as the whole exam had not ended but yet we're already planning. The last day of exam which is last Friday, i went home first, bought lunch back for mum too. Then after lunch, i headed to west mall. But then my friends had all went to CSC. I didn't know how to go there and no one came to fetch me there, i believe they were enjoying. But i dont like the feeling that i had reached there and yet, i just have to follow the routes that they message me and no one put in the initiative to fetch me. Hence, in the end, although i had walked a long way, i turned back, and went shopping myself in west mall, which is what i had planned for myself earlier before they even mentioned snooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i shopped for quite a long time in a single shop, i was empty handed when i walked out of the shop. Simply because i couldn't find something which i desire. Then i end up, visiting the library. I borrowed a book ' MidSummer Melt down' . I stopped at chapter 12 now. And i think i've the holiday feel. I feel like traveling and i think it will definitely be fun? I hope so if i get the chance to do so soon..&lt;br /&gt;I had not read the whole story book, and i stopped at which the girl's first crush kissed her in the middle of the tourist event called 'Fantasia' at Morocco but she already had another love(boyfriend) back in her country. The TRUTH, DARE, KISS,PROMISE story- i had not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought what it would be like to travel alone. Will it feel more relax or lonely? What makes someone enjoy so much while others feel it rather sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But definitely, i feel like traveling with my parents. I have this strong urge to travel now. Which is a better destination. I only know that one part of Taiwan and one part of Korea really interests me and i want to stay in a themed hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, right now, i got another ulcer. It is like after one ulcer on my lower lips is gone, came another one at the side of my mouth and when it's gone, straight comes a third one located in the middle between my lower lip and my side mouth. This is really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i suddenly thought of watching Yu le bai fen bai. Enjoy the one i watched yesterday. More more more! Update again when i'm free, and maybe i shall add some photos too? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4136259742087906117?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4136259742087906117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4136259742087906117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4136259742087906117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4136259742087906117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#4136259742087906117' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7223798511771657109</id><published>2010-05-25T15:13:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T16:15:07.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I freeze at That second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img121.imageshack.us/img121/233/sweetcouplebyshizero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.. so sweet.. You know what? While squeezing in the Lrt today, i saw a lady and a guy at one station and i think they are couple or what? Because the Lrt is so packed, the guy was unable to come in. The lady tried to pull him with her, but the guy knew it's hard to do so and let go of her and said “ You are late. ” He choose not to go in with the lady and let her go first because he knew that she was late for work or something already. I was freeze at that very minute. That was so sweet. It's hard to imagine how sweet it is unless you're there. I should try to make space for that guy if i know he treats her so good. Aiyo! And the next station, rough people squeezed in no matter what stops them. I will rather prefer and give space for that guy instead for the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that makes me reconsider whether or not to like the guy i met in school. I just decided to stop liking before i took the lrt and now, after watching the act of that guy treating the lady so sweetly, i'm not sure whether will my decision change. If the guy in school is as sweet as the guy at the lrt station.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. But something in my mind tells me that ‘I don't think i will choose to like him '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST REALIZED SHOW LUO'S 签唱会 IS HELD ON LAST SUNDAY!!!!!!! I didn't really notice the date. I thought it will be on weekday. Sorry Luo Zhi Xiang ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7223798511771657109?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7223798511771657109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7223798511771657109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7223798511771657109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7223798511771657109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7223798511771657109' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5227089038293282449</id><published>2010-05-24T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:27:59.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm ill.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER SICK. COUGH BADLY! UNTIL WANT TO VOMIT MY ORGANS OUT! ): FLU , COLD . ULCER, GETTING BETTER. LIPS SUPER RED. HEAD ACHE!!  HERBAL TEA PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRESS. I WONDER WHO CAN REALLY HELP ME. WHO IS TRUE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in first sight, i dont know. Want continue or forget it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5227089038293282449?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5227089038293282449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5227089038293282449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5227089038293282449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5227089038293282449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#5227089038293282449' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3572264733729564093</id><published>2010-05-23T16:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:36:02.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SICK&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy yesterday. Mum allow me to buy one hello kitty pen. Haha, quite cute leh. But i wonder if the ink is sufficient to use. As we cannot be cheated by its appearance. And true enough, the ink was similar to my old pen. A new pen having ink similar to an old pen. - which means, the kind of lacking ink. Lol. But i still like it. One pen consists of 6 colours! Hohoho(: And its the first time i tried tutu kuek. Eh, like not fully steamed well is it? Or is it like that? Mum don't like it. I think i prefer the chocolate one rather than the coconut one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I'm not just having ulcer now but cough and slight flu. My voice is different now. I hope i can recover before Tuesday as i will be having a 3 minute IT presentation on Tuesday. It's like so many things to do and then I'm quite lazy recently. Don't praise me for revising notes, i have left out a lot of important things to do. Feel so bad. Laziness rally kills one. I will fight against it! Come On, Let's See! Tmr will be another long day. GO FIGHTING TAN SIEW HOON :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as i said, i will update blog this week. Here it is. Just have enough time for me to quick update blog background. I hope it's some kind of nice. SHOW LUO YEAH:) And i blog this in a rush, language used is some kind of weird i know. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3572264733729564093?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3572264733729564093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3572264733729564093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3572264733729564093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3572264733729564093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#3572264733729564093' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4336056399284082732</id><published>2010-05-20T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T16:30:52.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Temporary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has lots of fun. I mean, better than those few days. Lol. I kept showing my ulcer to many people. HAHAHA. Somemore, i called Aziela to take photo of me , my ulcer actually. Hahah. Then alot of them start taking photos with one another. Term test is coming? Am i ready? I feel abit slack these days because IDEA(DESIGN) module has no homework, IT Project- I'd completed. Then the rest are all memory work and understanding of course. I want to strive harder. But sometimes i haveto do it my own way because no one will support me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i had not update my blog for some times, yes, too busy. But i think i will be changing blog skin this week. yeah, look forward to it then :) bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4336056399284082732?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4336056399284082732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4336056399284082732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4336056399284082732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4336056399284082732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4336056399284082732' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4535308503788685474</id><published>2010-05-19T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:17:01.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M REALLY SICK OF THAT. I THOUGHT I'VE A NICE DREAM BUT REALITY CAN SPOIL MY MOOD. HEY ): I KNOW YOU'RE DIFFERENT. AND NOW I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4535308503788685474?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4535308503788685474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4535308503788685474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4535308503788685474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4535308503788685474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4535308503788685474' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8227016625903984515</id><published>2010-05-18T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T16:01:34.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Californian FB;font-size:180%;"  &gt;If you've had wonderful family relationships, you will be able to call yourself a true success in life no matter what else you've achieved. Family is my love (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8227016625903984515?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8227016625903984515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8227016625903984515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8227016625903984515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8227016625903984515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8227016625903984515' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4303176489577631079</id><published>2010-05-18T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:59:40.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Whining.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of first test, IT APPLICATIONS. Everyone's talking and discussing. Lol. Test? Doesn't suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAOY! I think i don't like people who just shows me that they're big. Big what? I'm not your maid, not your anybody. It's sometimes tiring being with you. You don't know what i don't like. I had once quarrel with my friend due to this matter. But this time round, i have to bear with it for the sake of x. I really don't like. What's more? Is it so tiring to be with you and i gain no smiles at the end of the day, and when i ask myself why, i just couldn't answer and hope that i bear with it? Not dislike. But simply whining. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ulcer already; after so long. Ya yes. So pain):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4303176489577631079?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4303176489577631079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4303176489577631079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4303176489577631079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4303176489577631079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4303176489577631079' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4280317873587063539</id><published>2010-05-18T15:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:47:48.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late updates.&lt;br /&gt;9/5/10&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER"S DAY! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; MY MOTHER =D&lt;/span&gt; THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE, LOVE, CARE, CONCERN AND BEING THERE FOR THE FAMILY ALL THE TIMES. YOU'RE THE BEST MUM! YES, YOU ONLY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/4/10&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO THANKS TAN JIA YI, WOON YONG XIN, TAN PEK MENG, LOUISE LIM AND DERRECK CHIN FOR THE BIRTHDAY CAKE, CARD AND PRESENTS! Seriously if you ask, i didn't expect anything when i went down my house. IOSYAMEPTBMW. Hehe. Well, really appreciate it. Although it's just a short period of celebration. I think i'm happy to see all of you. And Jia Yi is the only one who made a card for me. I really like it! Thank to everyone for the cake and presents. You guys are indeed, good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4280317873587063539?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4280317873587063539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4280317873587063539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4280317873587063539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4280317873587063539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4280317873587063539' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2111345546582159740</id><published>2010-05-16T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:01:00.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:BatangChe;font-size:180%;"&gt;“Simplicity and naturalness are the truest marks of distinction. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2111345546582159740?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2111345546582159740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2111345546582159740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2111345546582159740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2111345546582159740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2111345546582159740' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-894150880736673402</id><published>2010-05-12T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:32:31.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;THE BEAUTY OF SEA.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Finish my first presentation in poly! Haha. It's about ZBRUSH DESIGN. I told myself i've to do it. Its a very short presentation but we all have to do it well too. Acer laptop couldn't connect to the school network to show my power point. Lol. But then i used my classmate's laptop(: Another project presentation to do. I'm bored. HAHA! That's why i'm blogging now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went pass the wide span of sea and i love it! It looks clean and i wonder how clean it really is. I think i don't have to explain much to anyone about why i choose this and that. Esp facing those who don't appreciate me and just gives me the look. Haha. I'm not a robot. Can't i go anywhere i like? You will never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passing by the wide span of sea, i have something to share.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me that i'd long did something i love and free to do. I've not read comic, magazine and 小说 for a very long time and study module notes. Still did read magazine but lesser freedom. Realize that i've not do designing in freedom ways for a very long time but doing structure drawings with a deadline. I realize that i've not enjoy myself for a very long time but doing presentation and projects. There's a sudden temptation to go shopping these days. I saw many pretty stuffs, cheap i think but i walked away. Bear with it a little more. But i know what i want to buy already. Looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday , I told my bro i'm proud of my structure drawings and i'm really is. Lol. How can i not be proud of my own drawings? It's hard work plus effort. I think i used 5 hours or so to complete 4 drawings. And i'm esp proud of it! It seems simple , but don't be cheated by its look. The details are what it matters and are the reasons to why i erase numberless times till the eraser got torn apart and all the rubbers were blown all around the living room and me, slept at 1am i think with the company of TV shows. I hope for a good results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today meet Mum at CCK and headed to Yio Chu Kang. Then went to Lot one to buy curry beehoon with tofu. Full already. happy already. Hey, you spoil my mood when i think of you -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-894150880736673402?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/894150880736673402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=894150880736673402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/894150880736673402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/894150880736673402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#894150880736673402' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8031437274539722497</id><published>2010-05-08T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T18:12:43.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I seriously miss all my laughters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8031437274539722497?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8031437274539722497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8031437274539722497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8031437274539722497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8031437274539722497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#8031437274539722497' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7132466268870694904</id><published>2010-05-04T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:13:04.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;You never know.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. Didn't get to update blog these days. Too busy! Stress anot, is a soft yes. Want to overcome all obstacles! Some modules i'm still so so confuse but is still trying my best to understand. It is all more than these. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the reality now. Family, friends, studies, work and more. Knowing who is good to me and who is not. Knowing who will stand by me and who will not. Knowing who holds me tight and who pushes me away. Knowing who notice me; come forward to me and knowing who pretends not to see me. Knowing who laugh with me and who tease me. Knowing who shares a little with me and who only cares for themselves. Knowing how patient some teachers are and how some are not. Knowing that i am selfish because i've to think for myself even more when no one does for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, congrats to Jeanette Aw for achieving the top ten star award. I love her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, Tan Siew Hoon :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7132466268870694904?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7132466268870694904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7132466268870694904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7132466268870694904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7132466268870694904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7132466268870694904' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7732025739543972752</id><published>2010-04-27T15:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T22:24:53.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy Birthday To Myself! ^^&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow special, on 27 April. :)&lt;br /&gt;These days have been stressful and busy for me.&lt;br /&gt;And today finally i got some times alone for myself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Classmates to school. And they got to squeeze in the MRT, i was near to the door of the MRT. I thought i wouldn't be able to squeeze in but i just do it anyway because my classmates had already squeezed in. There's one guy beside me, i don't know or something, was so close to me. I feel like stepping his shoes! Lol! Drop the subject-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having IT APPLICATIONS this morning. I so wanted to pay attention because it seems really difficult for me. ): But then at least we did afew practises. Practises are good (: But i still need plenty of practises. Just a few is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home alone. My classmates all went for lunch. But i choose to go home. Mum prepared lunch for me! (: Then on the way home, i felt peace. Yes, really, peace. It's like no one disturbing you and you feel rather happy. Alone celebrating birthday for myself a few minutes wasn't so bad. And thanks i have great family and true friends:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thank you to my bro! He bought me a red adidas watch! Wow, cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 257px; height: 341px;" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/9845/270420103097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 218px;" src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/5931/270420103108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A little cake with a big big love from Dad &amp;amp; Mum. Both of them chose the same cake for me! I love it=D!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7732025739543972752?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7732025739543972752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7732025739543972752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7732025739543972752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7732025739543972752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7732025739543972752' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5225695272994285229</id><published>2010-04-26T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T19:04:30.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;“ When time change, you change. ”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this on someone's t-shirt. This sentense makes me sigh with emotion, reflect about life. And you know what? That person somemore smile at me randomly like she notice me looking at her tshirt. But it wasn't that?! I also don't know why she smile at me. Hahahah. And i feel somehow bad not smiling back, as we all should be friendly right? Hahaha! But instead i feel like laughing. Maybe she notice i was in some kind of smiling because inside me, i want to laugh! Or is it she was someone i know? Hahahaha! I really thought she was someone i know, and i turn back to look at her again. But weird ah. At last , just forget it. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5225695272994285229?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5225695272994285229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5225695272994285229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5225695272994285229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5225695272994285229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5225695272994285229' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7031727354587693269</id><published>2010-04-25T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:52:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"  &gt;“Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.”&lt;/span&gt; - Dave Mustaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars Awards tonight! Wow hoo! JEANETTE AW!&lt;br /&gt;Stomachache today ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7031727354587693269?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7031727354587693269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7031727354587693269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7031727354587693269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7031727354587693269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7031727354587693269' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2829401921194286779</id><published>2010-04-24T14:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:31:37.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Exhausted cry.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted. Tired. Stress. Been squeezed in the Mrt, Lrt, Sweating all over your face. Sweats seem to represent tears, with your heart feeling so heavy, that makes you indeed exhausted. An indirect crying, without anyone knowing, not even the closest person with you. Exhausted cry makes you hard to breathe. They just ignore you, your feeling, your presence. And you just have to depend on yourself. Got to hold on, because I want to strive. Move on because I have yet to score. No matter how the journey may be, difficult or stressful, scary or crook, I dare to step out and continue. Not because i am not afraid, but dare to move on even when i am afraid. That's brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week, I saw a clear picture -people's nature. I feel like calling it the people's nature rather than human nature. Are they natural human at first? Selfishness and People who seek revenge. Which is more scary? Sorry for my actions. But I think, maybe, that's the correct decision. Never regret. Play or fun game. Throw away. Focus. Thank you myself for being brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Yesterday having Building service 1 lesson. Physics practices! I think i forgot a tons! Many of them did so fast. I was so nervous , still stuck with the first question. Even thought of copying first then go home revise. But it's guiltiness. I chose to work it out. Couldn't understand my friend's method. Nervous and helpless. Dare to ask teacher and i got it. Move on to the next question. Soon, everyone is almost finished or finished. Why so fast? I kept asking myself. I didn't revise at home. Feel bad. They must have had or maybe they learn fast. I'm like the last second to finish? But consider myself the last. I will improve on it. And i just redo the practices, yeah, i takes me around half and hour now. Hehe. Revision and practices work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2829401921194286779?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2829401921194286779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2829401921194286779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2829401921194286779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2829401921194286779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2829401921194286779' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8743642387823487719</id><published>2010-04-22T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:58:26.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Earth Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told to wear green today. Well, i supported it. However, it was damn somehow boring. So we all went off early though Mr Ee was looking at us smiling. Hope we didn't put him in the difficult position. Anyway, there's alot to learn in Poly! I feel that already i'm so busy. How can i take out time for CCA? I don't think i'm joining CCA this year. But if next year still can join, i will consider but not sure. One part of me want to continue joining Symphonic Band playing back my Saxophone and getting better diploma. Another part of me ensures that i'm busy enough this year. Spend my free time revising, resting, studying and doing. Wow. What happens? I'm so confuse and who can help? I was damn bored in class. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel rather exhausted. I don't like. But there's nothing i can do. I need to overcome this. And at the same time, persevere, not give up, right :) Jia You , More to come, Tan Siew Hoon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8743642387823487719?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8743642387823487719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8743642387823487719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8743642387823487719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8743642387823487719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8743642387823487719' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-34737200388331623</id><published>2010-04-21T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:39:42.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Physics/Facilities.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the lesson today is on physics! I'd forgotten so many! Hahah. I thought of Mr Lim! Thought of him explaining to me the ohm and i still don't get it. And this time round, i don't think i still get the idea. I think it's more about my curiously, why why why. Even if there's no reason towards it, i still want to ask why. Lol. The day was bored! I tried to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's Green enviroment day. Is it really that we must wear Green? Or are you playing w it? Hahah. We shall wait and see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-34737200388331623?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/34737200388331623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=34737200388331623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/34737200388331623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/34737200388331623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#34737200388331623' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2208728915691381515</id><published>2010-04-20T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:40:02.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Correct bold decision.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy birthday Louise Lim Za Bor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Another one year older, girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Look at the bright side, and look ahead to victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Loves you girl (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i find that i miss Secondary School studies more. Hahaha. There have caring teachers, motivating teachers and enjoying friends. But that does not mean that i don't like Poly Studies. Still adapting. And beginning to learn.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson is on IT applications. It's complicated. But learning, still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a deep right decision today. That is go home after school. Should be proud of myself. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2208728915691381515?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2208728915691381515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2208728915691381515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2208728915691381515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2208728915691381515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2208728915691381515' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2167071480729831235</id><published>2010-04-17T17:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:16:09.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 374px" border="0" src="http://img534.imageshack.us/img534/5589/090420102962.jpg" width="622" height="1636" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish reading the above book. Update later. Sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2167071480729831235?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2167071480729831235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2167071480729831235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2167071480729831235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2167071480729831235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2167071480729831235' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7469170297172225355</id><published>2010-04-17T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T17:59:12.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bro's back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro is back from Tian Jin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Dad drove us to the air port at around 10 pm. And we got to reaxh in about half and hour time! I was the first to saw second bro there! And yeah, pro uh:) Then we waited long for him to come out. It took him quite long; we asked him to buy wine,beauty products and so on. Yeah. Then while we were talking in the car, Dad drove the wrong way. So we actually got to go one big round and saw and hear the air plane taking flight. It is truly my first time! I love it! Huhu. But then dad have to drove really long distances to get back out of there. Imagine you saw the light on the car but you've been driving for few minutes and yet you still couldn't get to pass by the car. That's how far we've to drive, and that's how long the straight road is. So long so long. That's the length a plane needed to take flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Changi Village for supper. And the time is already 0000am? Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Second bro ate hokkien mee, dad drink, bro eat iceik and waffle, mum and i ate waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home, got jam, a long jam. Curious why is there still so many cars in the midnight? It's already 1AM!! Well, they have a urgent work on road, so cars only are allow to go in one way. It takes long. And we reached home around 2AM! Slept at 2.30 AM nearing 3AM! But yet i woke up as usual. Pro girl me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; HEIGHT: 325px" border="0" src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/2051/170420103003.jpg" width="265" height="1755" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 266px" border="0" src="http://img23.imageshack.us/img23/7158/170420103004.jpg" width="287" height="1790" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 347px" border="0" src="http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/1157/170420103006.jpg" width="134" height="1786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Curlz MT;font-size:180%;"&gt;“ I like doing reflections thinking about happy things and not those aching memories. I like watching the sky and enjoying the sea breeze. I like hearing the sea waves singing and relax with my love ones. I like to be surrounded with happy things/matters and feel warm and happy. I like the happy moments to last longer, or even never ending. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7469170297172225355?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7469170297172225355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7469170297172225355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7469170297172225355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7469170297172225355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7469170297172225355' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-6432798875825233479</id><published>2010-04-17T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:31:31.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Bad feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-6432798875825233479?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6432798875825233479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=6432798875825233479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6432798875825233479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6432798875825233479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#6432798875825233479' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-905675568369077267</id><published>2010-04-16T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T23:20:03.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I'M SORRY. I HOPE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M AFRAID, LOSS OF SECURITY. I NEED YOU. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img357.imageshack.us/img357/8999/sunsetwalkbyhamkahatta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Forte;font-size:180%;"&gt;“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear”&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/4534041858479598187-905675568369077267?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/905675568369077267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=905675568369077267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/905675568369077267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/905675568369077267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#905675568369077267' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4780613675344394039</id><published>2010-04-16T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T15:41:03.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Algerian;font-size:180%;"&gt;“ Start every day with a smile and get it over with. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4780613675344394039?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4780613675344394039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4780613675344394039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4780613675344394039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4780613675344394039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4780613675344394039' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-81270291838680373</id><published>2010-04-15T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:05:34.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Two tired tired sleepy days.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second day of Orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played games like shampoo game, papaya volley ball kind, catching kind so on.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is so hot, i'm so tired and it isn't very fun.&lt;br /&gt;I then went for Post-configuration while the others were still playing games.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy the cooling air con so much so much. And i need to install progammes in my laptop. Uninstall some of my own progs too. Ya, and I take 2 and a half hour to complete everything. It is estimate to be 3 hours process. I went on time and so get to start first. And asked alot of questions as i'm not a computer pro. But i admire computer pro. Like there are people who actually get to understand what the computer progs were like and get to solve and make decision themselves. I like it! And loves to learn soon. So i wonder why not i take computer related courses? Hahaha. But i also don't like to face computer the whole big day, feel giddy/tired?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that i called my class IC and went to find my class in FC 1. They drag quite long and release only at 5 plus. Not fun but tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Wildie and Louise to go to Jurong East for president challenge donation. Wa.. believe it anot, my SP President challenge Tee is XL! LOL. Heard that they all snatch the sizes S and M. And most of them wore L. But mine is XL! Lol. Because i went for Post Configuration yesterday. But i try to wear it to look normal. Well, the weather was damn hot this morning. I shouldn't choose to go Jurong East. Because my class was there so i brought Louise and Wildie there. But in the end, there's  so many other people and! and! and! no many outside people walking around. So we walked to Sci centre. Saw SP people again. They ask Wildie want donate anot and Wildie ask them back. Then they say donate stickers. Hahah. Because i think they also couldn't find anyone near Sci centre there so they are walking back. While the three of us continue to walk infront till bus stop and take 198 to Buona Visa. And so we just stay around there. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When there's donation, you have the success kind of feel and you feel good, people too, do feel good :)&lt;/span&gt; Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-81270291838680373?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/81270291838680373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=81270291838680373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/81270291838680373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/81270291838680373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#81270291838680373' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5380954919742607613</id><published>2010-04-13T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T20:30:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Orientation first day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired, sleepy actually. So long didn't wake up at 7.30am!! Not much mood actually. But like Louise said, must fake smile, if not others may think that we're fierce or unfriendly. Went auditorium for SP Cheer and Talks/Speech. My eyes can see blur images when i listen and look at the speaker for long. Trying to concentrate but the seniors at the back are too noisy, maybe active they are. Have buffet lunch. Hot weather tries so hard to close my eyes but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we start moving on to our respective room for diff course. Louise got to find a friend same course as her on the way. So good. But everything is fine anyway. During tea break, i got myself a snack as feel lonely without someone with me. I went searching round BIG BIG BIG SP, to get to my class. I was like faking something lor. Lol. HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i didn't get to log in everything through Internet as i forgot my password. But at least good someone shared her com with me. And get to know few people(: When they were choosing class leader and assistance, my personal tutor chose me and the girl beside me. I knew it! I've this instinct. Lol. But i said i don't want. So he didn't force me. They draw lots. And the girl beside me is chosen! And one guy, who he refuse too when he was chosen the first time by one senior. Then our personal tutor said it's all fate. Hahaha! I was playing scissor paper stone with the girl next me, to tell her that i will be assistant instead of class leader(lose=be assistant, win=leader)even if i agree just now. Because class leader need organise events. Assistant only need to help out when the leader wasn't in school. Then she don't dare play with me. I keep on say " You scare ah?" . Hahaha. Then she played with me. And she won. Which means she still will be the leader. Anyway, she won when she played with the guy, so she's the leader for first semester. The guy be the assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr games day. But i don't feel like going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5380954919742607613?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5380954919742607613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5380954919742607613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5380954919742607613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5380954919742607613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5380954919742607613' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2715619544757594774</id><published>2010-04-12T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:37:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Happy chuckling.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS EXTREMELY HAPPY RIGHT NOW! AT THE MOMENT OF TIME! YES, NOW! NOW! NOW! Such satisfactory brightens my day. Magical! Wonderful! Well, today is my last day of holiday as tmr is the first day of my orientation. Laptop is here and i have yet registering it for approval as i bought outside. Tmr will be the first day of orientation! Tmr will be the first day of orientation! TAN SIEW HOON, CHEER UP! Yeah, i'm happy but it wasn't because orientation is coming. So pampered down at home, now gonna get back to outside world! JIA YOU TAN SIEW HOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" HEY. U AREN'T THE KIND I LIKE. I DON'T LIKE. I KNOW EVERYONE'S DIFF. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR. BUT I DON'T COMPLAIN. STILL GLAD. "&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro said dont want eat dinner so Mum last min decide to eat outside. So dad, mum and i went lot one eat. So full and we bought back dim sum. Eat fruits , drink , eat again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11.35pm.&lt;br /&gt;So tired enough , yet i'm still worrying over lap top stuffs. I don't know laaaaaaaaaaa... !!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2715619544757594774?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2715619544757594774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2715619544757594774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2715619544757594774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2715619544757594774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2715619544757594774' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8123740030701435872</id><published>2010-04-11T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:07:25.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;UP mood, TALK.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and me were at home. Yes, just two of us in the morning. When i was awake, i quickly start mopping the floor after brushing my teeth. Wanted to do it before dad came back home after he wash his car and help mum doing it since she's not at home in the morning. Cool girl, sweet child i am right? Yeah, i am. Wahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro went out early in the morning to play bball. So left me and dad. We went out to fetch Mum in the afternoon and went GREENRIDGE SHOPPING MALL to have our lunch. First time going there man. And when my dad drive past there, i was like keep on saying FREE PARKING FREE PARKING, why not go there for lunch? Furthermore it is also somewhere we had not go to before. Or else we were actually heading to Bangkit. Then, Dad drove back. Until i saw again that yes, it's FREE PARKING but only for Mon-Sat afternoon hours. HAHAHAHA! But since Dad had drove back, so we just went there for lunch. And Dad claimed that i lied to him. AHAHAHAHAH! They were sweating like what lor in air-conditional food court, the temp is pretty high that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at night was at Sheng Siong Food court. I enjoyed my fish&amp;chip with spaghetti. Bro's dinner is even more expensive. Chicken chop&amp;Fish&amp;Chip&amp;fries&amp;fried rice. Mum and Dad ate the same dish, ramen with dumplings as usual. They just loves it. I'm so FULL! We bought alot of stuffs back home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in UP MOOD and that's why my words were more. EVEN MORE energetic when i know that the star award will be held at RESORT WORLD there. WA.. so high class man. ESP JEANETTE AW , I LOVES YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8123740030701435872?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8123740030701435872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8123740030701435872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8123740030701435872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8123740030701435872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8123740030701435872' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8360147702308735713</id><published>2010-04-11T15:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:17:06.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;PERCY JACKSON!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 532px; height: 399px;" src="http://img193.imageshack.us/img193/8678/percyjacksonandthelight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finish watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERCY JACKSON &amp;amp; the lighting thief&lt;/span&gt;. Although it takes quite some times for me to finish watching. Need to hear well and not miss out any. Not-miss-out is just my habit. I think i have to change alittle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL! AWESOME SHOW!! Greatly recommended. Although i know this movie is over. Whatever. But one thing i know is , don't miss PERCY JACKSON. You know, I thought that Luke Castellan is quite handsome. But didn't know that he's a bad guy and he betrays Percy jackson. So what does that teaches us? Don't judge a person by his looks. Now, i believe PERCY JACKSON is that true hero! True hero is the handsome one! And ALEXANDRA DADDARIO who act as Annabeth Chase is so pretty! 他们的眼睛会电人哦!!  Lol. Handsome show. Wa.. another good show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-ya, now back to watch Hong Kong drama. Miss out two - three eps at night when i'm using com. Lol. Have to catch up.&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/4534041858479598187-8360147702308735713?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8360147702308735713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8360147702308735713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8360147702308735713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8360147702308735713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8360147702308735713' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4858054159758845277</id><published>2010-04-09T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:58:07.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meet my bestie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing things sweating all over myself. Lol. But why can i still stand it? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got so angry when Yong xin didn't get the message clear to me that where she is. It's like having to know she's on her way to school already but then she's still at lrt after 20 mins or so? Lol! But is it i couldn't understand her message? And also dunno what to react when Louise said that she'll be late. So what should i do? Stay at home and sleep until someone gives me a clear message? Somehow feeling that i'm just getting busy up and rushing for nothing. Lol! So as i got so pissed off, i took my bag, key and get out of the house. Fire burning up my body and go to school alone, myself. But then i called Yong Xin then meet her at canteen. And called Mdm Hia. Chat with Mdm Hia, Mr Lim and Ms Yati for some times. Then asked Mdm Hia to pass the card for Ms Liew. And i passed the card to Mr Lim myself. Heard from Ms yati that after i went off, Ms Liew came out the office and ask for Siew Hoon, Siew Hoon. Lol. Funny. Make me wanna laugh even until now. And i went back to find her , don't make her disappointed. Because is like so long long long didn't see her. Should let her see me , i'm her student leh! Hah. Then i know Louise didn't want. So even on the way there, i feel myself being pull apart. But then Ms liew seems to go back busyness, so didn't get to see her. Then just feel like not wasting time and get back to Louise. Later she thinks that i choose teacher and not her again. Just so many things in my heart, but you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thank You Thank You Yong Xin and Louise Lim!! You know why. . Thanks oh:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so damn happy to see Ting Ting finally! Since when the last time i saw her ?? Since Feb till April. Wa, two months already. Diff school sure sepearate us apart. I don't like. Then we all went library. Actually planned to take photos with Ting, but in the end, all forgot. Want to go home early. Next time, yes, next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" The day was so hot. Even until the streetlights were on, it's still warm here. "&lt;/span&gt; But i still appreciated the warm so we won't freeze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4858054159758845277?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4858054159758845277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4858054159758845277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4858054159758845277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4858054159758845277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4858054159758845277' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5902857340303930200</id><published>2010-04-08T14:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:13:58.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Make possible.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just learn how to make background opacity level goes up and down without affecting my font and pictures. Oh, that's cool! Finally figure out. You know, i figure out myself!!!!! I've been learning such effects since last time, then thought it's impossible and so didn't care much already. But today i wanted to change background, so try alot of things again, yes, i did it (: ! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually around i'm quite stress around these few days. My Mum saw it. But i chose to give up worrying and stressing. People could give up doing things and not let themselves worry over tasks. I choose to strive harder, make things possible. But can i give up something?? I want to give up stressing and worries. Just cannot carry them on me. My heart is heavy enough. Brain needs more space for other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*convey it in chinese when i get to update blog again. New laptop havent yet install chinese words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"When you feel like giving up, remember why you held on for so long in the first place."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like this, just how i've been feeling all these while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 372px" border="0" src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/2300/080420102944.jpg" width="849" height="1858" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5902857340303930200?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5902857340303930200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5902857340303930200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5902857340303930200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5902857340303930200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5902857340303930200' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1248691875493438893</id><published>2010-04-07T15:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:59:06.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Tooth Fairy.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/5886/toothfairyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg! I just finish watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tooth Fairy&lt;/span&gt; and it makes me so touched, omg, but didn't cry. They make it such that you hold that special feeling in your heart. Just nearing the ending, there're so many parts that touched me. In the fairy land and in reality and Do you hear what i said? I said 'what if'. It's pretty a funny show! I know i'm late for that! And i just like it alot. Worth watching , so touching, i'm going madder, you see. Rocker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 262px; height: 328px;" src="http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/9289/310320102817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than that, i just finished reading &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whistling in the dark&lt;/span&gt;. This time round, there's happy ending. Sally, Troo and Nell's Mother didn't die. It is believe to be a fourth marriage ending. Another crying part in this story- [ poor, poor Troo. What an awful shocking secret to have to hold on to for such a long time. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 222px; height: 295px;" src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/4097/040420102872.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAN SIEW HOON! JIA YOU! JIA YOU! JIA YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1248691875493438893?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1248691875493438893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1248691875493438893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1248691875493438893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1248691875493438893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1248691875493438893' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7650809420813392586</id><published>2010-04-06T14:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T14:25:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Who cares what's up with you ? I learn that it's none of my beeswax! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7650809420813392586?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7650809420813392586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7650809420813392586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7650809420813392586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7650809420813392586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7650809420813392586' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3441539098757271098</id><published>2010-04-05T13:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:02:46.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Time flies, so quickly, holidays ending soon, Poly starting soon, one last week. Am i prepared? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3441539098757271098?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3441539098757271098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3441539098757271098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3441539098757271098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3441539098757271098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3441539098757271098' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5275739645795856516</id><published>2010-04-05T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T13:58:58.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;They are all i need.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who keeps me moving ahead? They're simply my family, just them!!!!! All those tough moments, boring times, helpless periods, my family are my driving forces that keeps me awake and move on bravely. There are nothing else i would ask for, but having them by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5275739645795856516?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5275739645795856516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5275739645795856516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5275739645795856516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5275739645795856516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5275739645795856516' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4238857809882426180</id><published>2010-04-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:42:38.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" Your presence just makes me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Even one time. One minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's all just enough, good enough. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10%;"&gt; - to someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4238857809882426180?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4238857809882426180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4238857809882426180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4238857809882426180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4238857809882426180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4238857809882426180' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3915074004907129867</id><published>2010-04-04T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:43:08.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:200%;"&gt;STOP! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3915074004907129867?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3915074004907129867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3915074004907129867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3915074004907129867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3915074004907129867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3915074004907129867' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1075741219309864162</id><published>2010-04-04T16:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:00:13.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laptop for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro went finding Laptop yesterday and bring one back already! I was like keep on complaining why not red, why didn't buy red colour one. Haha. But anyway, blue is cool too. Dark blue, somehow like navy blue. Cool! Then today do those installing. So much of me wanted to learn learn learn more about computer. One thing is i don't know the outside of computer, i don't dare to click without asking. Too careful i am. So now, i'm gonna do many decisions myself, not keep on ask ask ask. I shall try try try more. Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Dad, Mum and Bro until now. Go grandparents' house. Go for lunch. Bro quene up the stall that have many people quening up. Then went walk walk. Yup, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Something i don't like. - A feeling in me, i have to overcome..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1075741219309864162?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1075741219309864162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1075741219309864162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1075741219309864162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1075741219309864162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1075741219309864162' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3704661814878816618</id><published>2010-04-03T15:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T15:43:17.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>休息是走更长远的路。&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! GUESS WHAT AM I DOING? LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3704661814878816618?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3704661814878816618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3704661814878816618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3704661814878816618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3704661814878816618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#3704661814878816618' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1055264903993758347</id><published>2010-04-02T13:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T15:06:20.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Good Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get more sleep this morning but i remember i can't keep staying in bed for too long. I want wake up and get things done. Something's different something's different. There is the bright freshy(not freshly, but more freshy it sounds) feel this morning. I notice the light shone out from my bro's bedroom. My big bro's sleeping. Oh yes, then i remember today is Good Friday. I have this It's-good,-finally-holiday feel but i remember i have been on a holiday all these while. But why does today seems so much more like a real holiday? I think i have been busy with stuffs, hence it seems like you're on tasks all these while, and today, finally is truly a day for everyone to relax a little bit, so how can i waste such a good good good good good Friday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i have to update alittle about what's new here in me. I have a new hairstyle! I went for soft rebonding few days back, to be accurate, on Monday afternoon. Yes, Love it, Mum accompany me to go. And she saw me getting helpless with this guy. So she asked the lady to come and listen to me. Btw, the guy do most of the rebonding for me. I remember the first time when my hair is cut by another guy in another hair salon and he did my hair badly(I think is him). The one rebonded my hair on Monday is better:) I feel so friendly out of him, a China guy. Well, then my Mum went to pick up some fruits and went home first. She then came back 2 hours later but i was not ready yet. Love mum, she's best best best ever! I remember that time when she also waited for me during my dental operation. Love it Love it! Anyway, my hair was blown dry but the guy and the lady. Rebonded by the guy and the lady. So you will feel so cool having your hair done by two people, but instead it's hot. Hahaha. Acceptable anyway. Cos they're nice people , feeling this way after being in the salon for a while. And the China guy knew that i'm tired. Sleepy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is so nice so smooth so straight so lovely so cool now. Hehe. I rememeber my smooth hair before all those sessions of rebonding over the years, i have had even the lady to say my hair is so smooth and i can go for model. Wow. And it's true. Everyone says my hair is so smooth at that time. But after rebonding for the first time, gone~ SMOOTH HAIR COME BACK TO ME! FAST FAST. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know when's my father coming back from work. Hope to go picnic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'm able to share with you some STAGE clothings and bags i like but it seems to take such a long time to upload. Forget it, too bad maybe. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1055264903993758347?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1055264903993758347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1055264903993758347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1055264903993758347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1055264903993758347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#1055264903993758347' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-290526018274806005</id><published>2010-04-01T13:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:12:21.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不可靠。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真实故事 让我更能体会 人性。&lt;br /&gt;为什么要这样？ 为什么在这时还说说笑笑？&lt;br /&gt;为什么我紧张， 你却好不在乎？&lt;br /&gt;为什么没安全感，为什么不了解我的心？&lt;br /&gt;为 什 么 还 当 我 是 开心 的   ？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多好多为什么 已厌烦我了。&lt;br /&gt;所以最后，我决定算了算了。&lt;br /&gt;琐碎的事情就算了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生扛得起放得下。（ 喜欢这词哦=D ）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/6317/independentbymlz88.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img59.imageshack.us/img59/776/independentbyvesnasvesn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way back. Look forward. My future. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show Luo's concert in Singapore in May! See, finally, he'll be here, but see, i will miss again. I believe i will be quite busy this year. Stress or busy. It's okay, as long as i'm able to cope with them. And i hope to find many many true friends in my course, really really really need! And yes, i will not take CCA in Poly since it's not compulsory. Yeah, copy my bros. Lol. Before this, i wanted to join the Symphonic Band . But now, i think i will need more time for other stuffs. Better to settle first then having stretch my talent elsewhere. Yes, this year this year, come, i'm waiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Broadway;font-size:180%;"  &gt;“ I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-290526018274806005?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/290526018274806005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=290526018274806005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/290526018274806005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/290526018274806005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#290526018274806005' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8212776347333898738</id><published>2010-04-01T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T14:25:10.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Poor Richard;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; I smiled , not because I was happy but because I didn't want to make the atmosphere down .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Poor Richard;font-size:180%;"  &gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8212776347333898738?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8212776347333898738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8212776347333898738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8212776347333898738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8212776347333898738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8212776347333898738' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-9145978610438876169</id><published>2010-03-31T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:16:57.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want too =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-9145978610438876169?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/9145978610438876169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=9145978610438876169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/9145978610438876169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/9145978610438876169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#9145978610438876169' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5852122850584937994</id><published>2010-03-31T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:09:30.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:BatangChe;font-size:180%;"&gt;“ Every human has four endowments- self awareness, conscience, independent will and creative imagination. These give us the ultimate human freedom... The power to choose, to respond, to change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;. ”&lt;/span&gt; -Stephen Covey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;After decision,&lt;br /&gt;i respond to your change,&lt;br /&gt;and i change so that i will not be dragged by you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5852122850584937994?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5852122850584937994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5852122850584937994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5852122850584937994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5852122850584937994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5852122850584937994' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3844985098086093946</id><published>2010-03-31T14:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:01:35.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“ &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; ”&lt;/span&gt; - Buddha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3844985098086093946?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3844985098086093946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3844985098086093946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3844985098086093946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3844985098086093946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3844985098086093946' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3363512763660776628</id><published>2010-03-31T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:08:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not interested in a laptop like so many others. Because i would like to spend my money at other uses. But no choice, it's poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/1700/delllaptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my blog is gonna to be more of a reflection kind of blog right?- if you notice. Those sentences actually represent how i feel or what i believe or what i think or how is it going or what's on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3363512763660776628?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3363512763660776628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3363512763660776628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3363512763660776628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3363512763660776628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3363512763660776628' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2136271294456337460</id><published>2010-03-30T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:10:27.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“ Disappointment is when you’ve the urge to do it yourself. ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2136271294456337460?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2136271294456337460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2136271294456337460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2136271294456337460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2136271294456337460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2136271294456337460' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2341995082602302623</id><published>2010-03-30T13:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T13:47:31.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Dutch801 Rm BT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" For the first time, I truly believe my Mother is right about that matter.&lt;br /&gt;And i gonna side my family and agree with them for everything, every matter from today onwards.&lt;br /&gt;No more doubting that they are wrong. Because no one else is ever so close to me.&lt;br /&gt;Believe you, my fault. And i won't repeat it again. I'm very clear and firm at this. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2341995082602302623?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2341995082602302623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2341995082602302623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2341995082602302623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2341995082602302623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2341995082602302623' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-6806411825560536947</id><published>2010-03-29T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:25:39.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. I somehow figure out a little about another website.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Didnt post anything to that website yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say THANK YOU MOTHER*MUM lovelovelove!&lt;br /&gt;And THANK YOU DADDY*DAD lovelovelove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-6806411825560536947?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6806411825560536947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=6806411825560536947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6806411825560536947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6806411825560536947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6806411825560536947' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4039304616814062503</id><published>2010-03-27T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T15:57:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/5804/happybysaycostudioz.jpg' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;Didn't sleep well. So many things ran inside my mind. ShowLuo.School.Cert.Birthdays.Friends.Presents. So many so many. I could list them all out at 3AM but now, most of the things i had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“ You can't avoid change. ” “ You can try not to cry even if you are heartbroken. But tears just wanna fall off esp when you are truly ache. ”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like sleeping. Byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4039304616814062503?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4039304616814062503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4039304616814062503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4039304616814062503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4039304616814062503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4039304616814062503' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-657436361038528626</id><published>2010-03-26T14:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:40:27.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Leaving Eden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished reading ' Leaving Eden ' which was quite a nice book.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the book, RITA MAE BROWN commented " YOU WON'T WANT TO LEAVE EDEN!" I think "yes, abit . (: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the way she talks about her life now and thinking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this, which ache me too, nearing to the end of the story :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;[ I was so tired of keeping it all in, I started to cry, shedding every tear I'd been storing up for four years. I just couldn't stop. Then my daddy was there, holding me tight and saying, let it out, girl, just let it go, let it all go. We sat like that, him holding me and rocking me until I'd gotten rid of every tear. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Here, this girl, in the story, missed her mama. Hopes for her daddy's love and attention. And finally, she knows that her daddy had found himself again.&lt;br /&gt;She learned there is a cure for everything, what ails us and what fails us.&lt;br /&gt;She learned &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the cure for life is to live it, to take it in. To take it all in&lt;/span&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I think it is similar to what i believe all along,&lt;br /&gt;cherish. isn't it? "&lt;br /&gt;I believe some of the adults must have suffer through for many years and kept it to themselves. They hold on for their children and their family. They strive hard for their children and their family. They do it for their children and their family. They don't ask for more, but the best for their children and their family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-657436361038528626?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/657436361038528626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=657436361038528626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/657436361038528626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/657436361038528626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#657436361038528626' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-233237959911658714</id><published>2010-03-26T13:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:16:15.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;“Being around death makes you hunger for life”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So cherish what we have now. Cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/life_quotes/0219-05-15-2009.png" alt="Life Quote Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/quotes/artful-s-quotes-119.jpg" alt="Cherish what you have Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see it? if not, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo28/Artful_S/quotes/artful-s-quotes-120-1.jpg" alt="The past never returns quote Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;“A boy who looks like a pirate can have a choir singer’s soul .”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-233237959911658714?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/233237959911658714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=233237959911658714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/233237959911658714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/233237959911658714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#233237959911658714' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/girly-girl-graphics/life_quotes/th_0219-05-15-2009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4534041858479598187.post-3665290846910519474</id><published>2010-03-25T13:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:32:27.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days i just love eating so much that i could nag at Mum because she gave me bread but i want egg tart dim sum. Woke up early to accompany Mum to grandparents' house. Dad drove us there. That super kid again! HAHA. He's as usual energetic! Jump around, touch around, bang around like no one gonna care. When i went to toilet, he was asking for Jie Jie, and hit on the chair i sat just now. They said that he wants me to sit back at the chair. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shops are still not open yet at 10 am. Didn't shop around. Now, I understand that how people actually got bored for shopping. It's after a cycle of buying, that makes you get bored once you shop again. It's like having no aim towards life, that's why you feel bored. But I, just don't like to get bored, so i love to have many aims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Durians at night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San-sen bought us durians from malaysia i think! Wow! Good. Sweet ones. But me and my bro prefer the bitter ones. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3665290846910519474?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3665290846910519474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3665290846910519474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3665290846910519474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3665290846910519474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3665290846910519474' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8900006322017951068</id><published>2010-03-25T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:36:17.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 413px; height: 324px;" src="http://img521.imageshack.us/img521/8423/thomasalvaedisonquoteby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8900006322017951068?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8900006322017951068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8900006322017951068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8900006322017951068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8900006322017951068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#8900006322017951068' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1141742617326233629</id><published>2010-03-23T14:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:04:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;“I cherish them all, just grateful to have them.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last Sunday that Dad bought for me two clothings in total! And it was Mum who chose for me. I was damn happy enough! HAHA, because i'm not the one paying for them and i simply love all the new clothes i have. It seems like mum and i start to build up the sudden interest in buying buying buying. And Mum simply love the clothes she chose for me. And she, cant resist to take a second look on the clothes. And i have to admit that it's too cool. Simple yet so cool. And jacket jacket jacket, when will you appear? Haha. But the feeling of spending money wasn't good, so wasted i know, but Mum said that they are simply worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought bread loaf again. Simply like the shape. It's chocolate bread loaf! Even dad said that it looks nice. Yes, look nice, but taste good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 422px; height: 433px;" src="http://img691.imageshack.us/img691/9651/210320102708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice bread right?(Taste normal --)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 379px;" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8118/220320102718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big slide for me, with butter and tuna. Wow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner at another place, in Jurong. Then we went to buy buy buy in Sheng Siong. At that moment, i feel that i am loud. Just wanting my parents to hear from me, but they just keep on talking among themselves. Then we went for dinner. I feel that the Hokkien Mee wasn't worth eating. $3 and it seems like $2! I just want to eat more so i went buying dim sum. Egg tart and rolls. But my Dad said the rolls are so salty. I should have bought two egg tarts instead! And drank papaya juice with Mum, beauty beauty beauty. Although i hate the word ' pretty ' , it sounds so fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 315px; height: 426px;" src="http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/4314/230320102731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go Dentist again tmr. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" I want all the holidays! " " Looking forward to the next holiday and the next holiday! "&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/4534041858479598187-1141742617326233629?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1141742617326233629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1141742617326233629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1141742617326233629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1141742617326233629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1141742617326233629' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-6689592215704867886</id><published>2010-03-21T14:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:49:42.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I prefer to sweat.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought something again! Dad paying for it! Hehe. Mum choose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Outrageous and Optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thebirthdaycaketest/cake-6.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of person who lives life to the fullest. You believe in going big or going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't shy about what you want, and you aren't afraid to get it either. You really go for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a bold personality, and you tend to be attracted to anything or anyone who is over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are open minded, and you have eclectic taste. You truly can appreciate all the flavors of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Hat With Flaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatwinterhatareyouquiz/hatwithflaps.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun loving, cheerful, and even pretty cute most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use fashion to play. You never take style all that seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type most likely to wear a funny t-shirt or goofy hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes time to clean up, you clean up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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;It said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:555%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Salt Cures Everything.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:555%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter is it in terms of tears or sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't agree to it! It do not work all the times. When you feel really stress or totally lost, you cry and cry and cry. But do crying solve all your problems? The problems are still there no matter how much tears you drop. So it don't work. I don't agree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather prefer running along a long long track and sweat whole my body than crying. What is the use of crying? I hate crying and i really did. I never like to cry. Never. Because i hate getting stress or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, omg,&lt;br /&gt;I got so fainted to read what your write , see what you post and look at all those pictures of yours. Yucky, omg!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-6689592215704867886?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6689592215704867886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=6689592215704867886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6689592215704867886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6689592215704867886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6689592215704867886' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3775927033671701140</id><published>2010-03-20T14:26:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:17:37.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy in a way and mess up in the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when Daddy came back from work, i had so many things to tell him and nag again. What's in me! Everything got so mess up. But it's amazing that i felt everything wasn't much of a problem when daddy and mum were at home. So most of the mess up feelings were all gone. But it came back today, just now. I am seriously mess up again. But i remember Daddy laughed when he ate his dinner yesterday because of my joke. And he cant stop. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:555%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It takes life to love life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:555%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite agree with this quote which i found on a book. It takes life to love life. Many people don't even want to try to appreciate life. And so they don't love their life. But i started loving my life, when i found that i am really fortunate compared to many people. It's enough. happy enough. When my family was with me, that's all i want, enough.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cherish/Cherished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 404px;" src="http://img39.imageshack.us/img39/162/cherishthelightbyeterni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3775927033671701140?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3775927033671701140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3775927033671701140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3775927033671701140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3775927033671701140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3775927033671701140' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-135362770520493281</id><published>2010-03-19T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:55:32.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 35, 142);font-size:180%;" &gt;HEY, A CONVERSE SHOE FINALLY, NAVY BLUE!(= YOU LIKE IT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-135362770520493281?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/135362770520493281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=135362770520493281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/135362770520493281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/135362770520493281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#135362770520493281' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4461338878166876335</id><published>2010-03-19T15:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T15:38:17.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 110, 199);font-size:180%;" &gt;" Pleasure is spread through the earth&lt;br /&gt;In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find. "&lt;/span&gt; - William Wordsworth, 1806&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Finally tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to go Lot One although i went there with Mum yesterday. Because i wanted to go there and SEE things although i know it's sometimes hard to not BUYING them. That's why we are asked to CONTROL ourselves. CONTROL our temper CONTROL our hands CONTROL ourselves and NOT CONTROLLING others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 496px; height: 459px;" src="http://img339.imageshack.us/img339/5259/wholesaleconverseshoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad over colors now. What color converse shoe should i buy? Navy Blue or Bright Pink or just pink? Maybe navy blue if there's. But i'm afraid its hard to find. I felt that i am damn busy these days. Busy with Thinking, Worrying, and Fretting. What Lor! I wanted a brand new beginning yet things didnt go well. But i will try hard , really hard ! I want it to end this year, this year! I said THIS YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/9892/overthatbynoxaquarius.jpg" border="0" /&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/4534041858479598187-4461338878166876335?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4461338878166876335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4461338878166876335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4461338878166876335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4461338878166876335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4461338878166876335' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3453764025033581309</id><published>2010-03-18T14:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:46:09.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;With Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mum's pretty daughter is Me ! Dad's sweet lovely daugther is Me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is another new day. So cool and so cool. I was so sleepy that i refused to get up although i heard my Mum's mopping the floor. Just dont feel like opening my eyes because i'm tired tired tired! Then i woke up, that's also because my mind is too confuse and i'm afraid that i'm going mad soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to go Lot One with Mum. So Happy:) We went to library and Mum wanted to read the newspaper there. Then we went to shop around. I tried the Converse shoe and I know what size i will be able to wear now, hope so. Because different branding shoe has different sizes. I'm gonna wear Converse shoe to Poly! Huhu:D But i'm not buying now, i think it will be in April. Then i bought new earrings, so happy to find what i want. Then went to photocopy poly stuffs. Mum saw the mifen store and wanted to buy but yet she had already cooked porridge at home. Lol. I told her not to cook yesterday but she still did it and now we cant buy mifen back for lunch. HAHA! Then we went fashion. Mum called me to buy the clothes so in the end i bought one although i told her i dont want to waste money already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's happy anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3453764025033581309?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3453764025033581309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3453764025033581309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3453764025033581309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3453764025033581309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3453764025033581309' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1797165577188670673</id><published>2010-03-17T14:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T15:41:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;Yeah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Far East Plaza with Louise and Yong Xin yesterday. I'm still thinking about that bag and skirt. Lol haha. But i think i will first look around for more choices. I bought a big carrot bread home which my Mum said that she's so full after eating 2 slices and she skipped lunch. Haha! Dad also brought 2 slices to his workplace to eat when hungry. I'm so happy(: Why? It's the satisfactory that i bought breads for my love ones and they eat them! Although my Mum said that it's quite normal but it cost me $3.80 just for carrot breads! It's cents cheaper compared to the golden pillow i bought during work last month! And i find these breads really cool yeah. (But my Dad and Mum dont like it, they claim it too dry.) Took pics of the bread but seems like i'm lazy to upload it. So, too bad, wont be sharing with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fretting over the same old thing! Omg! Time is running. And i still couldnt made a decision. So what to do? I will just say: Just move on and things will get better naturally. yeah, that's right man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School gonna start soon. But i too loving my life at home. What Lor );&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1797165577188670673?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1797165577188670673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1797165577188670673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1797165577188670673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1797165577188670673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1797165577188670673' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-6706965662162244048</id><published>2010-03-15T14:08:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:07:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Stop Running Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do. But i will now start to face it and stop running away from it. Being so stress because i had always been running away from it. It's time that i make a decision and face it, work well with it. I cant possibly push all the problems, troubles and stress to my parents everytime. If they are facing it with me, i should also stand strong and face it. I simple love them!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE MY FAMILY=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I hope i can make it, with all the supports from my family. I had come to realise that no one else in the world cares for me most except my own family. There may be some mistaken care i had gotten from some people, but after sitting down on the sofa for awhile, i realise that those are just small segment of care in small parts of my day. What makes a big part of my life is my family. There may be times we dont see it clear enough or might as well say that we're blind for a moment, but open our eyes, they are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i no longer loves someone so much like i love my family. My family's love is often unseen, and now i want to open my eyes big so that i dont miss any love or care they showed me. That is cool! I feel it this way, finally, and i simple loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally there will be some outings with my family soon soon. Very soon lah, and i'm looking forward to it. Poly starting soon. I must look forward to it too! But why am i not feeling the urge to it? I know i'm fortunate enough. Get into poly is a happy thing, furthermore a course which is not bad(: Maybe i am feeling too loving towards my lovely home, love the life now !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love being at home than going out without them.&lt;br /&gt;Love going out with my family than being at home without them.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stop running away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-6706965662162244048?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/6706965662162244048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=6706965662162244048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6706965662162244048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/6706965662162244048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6706965662162244048' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4046937890879245194</id><published>2010-03-14T15:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:22:25.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Impact;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Tan Siew Hoon says :&lt;/span&gt; " And thank you for a house full of people I love. " .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4046937890879245194?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4046937890879245194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4046937890879245194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4046937890879245194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4046937890879245194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4046937890879245194' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2860492367947128045</id><published>2010-03-12T14:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:59:57.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;妈,谢谢你一直都在我身边!&lt;br /&gt;爸,谢谢你给予我们的一切!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDM HIA, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;谢谢你给我的精神!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ｉ LOVE MY MUM &amp; DAD SO MUCH SO MUCH! HEHE =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2860492367947128045?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2860492367947128045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2860492367947128045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2860492367947128045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2860492367947128045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2860492367947128045' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7794801779995594826</id><published>2010-03-11T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:16:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO GO THERE ! I WANT TO GO THERE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dress Says You're Trendy Stylish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theweddingdresstest/dress-3.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personal Style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and flashy. You dress like a celebrity, and you love to accessorize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ideal Wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge party with all your friends, with lots of toasting and dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Philosophy on Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person you marry should be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Marriage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is when you still surprise each other with romantic gestures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7794801779995594826?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7794801779995594826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7794801779995594826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7794801779995594826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7794801779995594826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7794801779995594826' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-420870773654998515</id><published>2010-03-11T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:05:26.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To or not to. I have to make a decision soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Flamboyant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thefingerpuppettest/bird-puppet.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a colorful and creative character. You're are always thinking up new projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a loud personality, and people find you very entertaining. You are quite charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have much of a filter on your words or actions. You just do whatever you feel like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic, quirky, and hyper. It's hard for you to focus at times... you're too busy having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Creative And Chaotic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thecandyboxtest/candy-1.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are all over the map, and you really don't try to get yourself on one path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy multitasking, and in fact, you feel like you think better when your mind is going in many directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have to have your hands in something. It's impossible for you to stop creating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fun, lively, and even a bit outrageous. You like to push boundaries and find out what is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Independence Level: Medium&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howindependentareyouquiz/medium.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some aspects of your life, you can be very self reliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your own informed choices feels great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you aren't as independent as you could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things get stressful, you sometimes run away from the hard decisions you need to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Trick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouatrickoratreatquiz/trick.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a very mischievous kid, and you still have a naughty streak in you as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not go off and toilet paper people's houses anymore, but you're still up for a lighthearted prank every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly fearless. You live in the moment, and you're ready to take on any challenge or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wild antics sometimes do get you in trouble, but you're also very talented at getting yourself out of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Scored 29% Correct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howmuchdoyouknowabout80smusicquiz/mid-80s.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know some 80s stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably know that Paula Abdul was a star back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure who Suzie Q was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know what Samantha Fox was really famous for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-420870773654998515?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/420870773654998515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=420870773654998515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/420870773654998515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/420870773654998515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#420870773654998515' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5135399501019977667</id><published>2010-03-09T14:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:42:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" What's the use of worrying? It never was worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-George Asaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd a messy mind now, sigh hundreds times, i have to get it over soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,&lt;br /&gt;Fashion is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/7458/fashionrepetitionbyclam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion. Let it over first.&lt;br /&gt;And be yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5135399501019977667?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5135399501019977667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5135399501019977667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5135399501019977667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5135399501019977667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5135399501019977667' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3617207703234891167</id><published>2010-03-09T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:36:30.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>late upload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 275px; height: 205px;" src="http://img203.imageshack.us/img203/81/070320102634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/7798/070320102649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 470px; height: 351px;" src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/1192/070320102651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3617207703234891167?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3617207703234891167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3617207703234891167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3617207703234891167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3617207703234891167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3617207703234891167' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2296157961012989326</id><published>2010-03-08T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:41:45.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visit School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Pek Meng, Yong Xin, Louise, Wildie at Plaza. Then remember forgot to bring chocolates for Sujing and people. Before Louise and Wildie arrive, i'm shopping with Pek Meng and Yong Xin. Pek Meng was like so damn bored. He dont follow us into the shop and dont talk. He said that he wants to sleep. Lol. And when Wildie came, he talks and talks. Haha. Sometimes I love the smell of Mac but i didnt eat at there today. I'm full already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Xin bought roses for teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Louise bought chocolates, daisy and apples.&lt;br /&gt;I bought breads and moose ice cream for teachers and goodie bags for juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly made another decision. Lol. Hais.&lt;br /&gt;I so love my teachers!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng became the band teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. And Me and Yong Xin also went to visit the band. I'm back! Yes! Happy to see the band. They gave the wow wow sound makes us shy. Mr Yeo was also joking again when Yong Xin gave him rose. Propose? Ya right. Hahah! I gave Mr Yeo bread and card.&lt;br /&gt;And gave my juniors the goodies. Didnt get to see Justin ): But anyway met Nadia! Didnt have much time with them. Will be back again when i'm free. Misses both:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Cheah send us home by calling a cab. The uncle seems to be pissed off by us giving him confused direction. But its true that there's a Uturn there! But i didnt insist that, because i dont want to waste Ms Cheah's money by turning back into the carpark. So what's in the end? I'm drop at Keat Hong. And walked in the rain waiting for traffic light to turn green. And first wanting to walk, next, took lrt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2296157961012989326?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2296157961012989326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2296157961012989326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2296157961012989326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2296157961012989326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2296157961012989326' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1683639275346444222</id><published>2010-03-07T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:19:57.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blow up.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://img7.imageshack.us/img7/39/070320102627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having red tired eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slept for only 3-4 hours and woke up at 4 plus AM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up at 4 plus AM this morning! I'm quite tired lah and pull myself out of bed. Just drank milo and off we headed to airport to send my bro. I saw his friends and i feel like laughing. HAHA! When bro check in, Dad, Mum and I went Bangkit eat breakfast , buy stuffs and soon home. I had quite finish designing cards for teachers. I do cards for 6 teachers! And i wrote the most in Mdm Hia's card, cant even finish what i want to say. Dont know why, i had so much to say to her, and so many things i can just say to her. She's my best teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm waiting to go out!! I want to go somewhere to find stuffs, but now, what's all planned is useless. Nevermind. No matter where i go with friends, i hope at the end of the day we'll be happy and loves each other more. Simple enough. Happy enough. Friendship last longer. And even forever. Never breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had finish buying things for juniors. Actually just for 2 juniors. Didnt have much money now. I had to save up and so many things to buy for Poly studies too. Hehe. But will save up. Really. Blowing up myself like a hot air balloon so i have more courage for that one, 1 hour plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1683639275346444222?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1683639275346444222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1683639275346444222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1683639275346444222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1683639275346444222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#1683639275346444222' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7015997805235256385</id><published>2010-03-06T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T23:15:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Engravers MT;font-size:180%;"  &gt;" A word of encouragement during a failure is worth more than an hour of praise after success.  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i need you, you are not really there.&lt;br /&gt;When i call you, you dont seems to hear.&lt;br /&gt;When i leave you, will you ever care?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7015997805235256385?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7015997805235256385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7015997805235256385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7015997805235256385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7015997805235256385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#7015997805235256385' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4191406838970898108</id><published>2010-03-06T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T15:13:22.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, i went for dental checkup already, and finally.&lt;br /&gt;I have to receive a dental operation. Once or Twice.&lt;br /&gt;What i need now, is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/2593/27c406091cf2fb91ca8ec8b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only if you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4191406838970898108?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4191406838970898108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4191406838970898108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4191406838970898108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4191406838970898108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#4191406838970898108' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3326943784327808333</id><published>2010-03-05T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:41:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sorry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I know i need to be more independent, more daring and more confident.&lt;br /&gt;I will make sure i do it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 222px;" src="http://img246.imageshack.us/img246/6811/020320102579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 260px; height: 222px;" src="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/8943/020320102590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 376px;" src="http://img198.imageshack.us/img198/1088/040320102607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 468px; height: 316px;" src="http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/6118/040320102608.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat.CheckUp.Shoppping.Buy and Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days had been running about with my Mum and Bro. First day, Dad drove us to Standard Chartered Bank, but it is not open yet. So, before Dad went for work, he drove us to complete my poly Checkup. I'm happy you know. I had always wanting to have body checkup to ensure i'm healthy always. Then we went shopping! Then we went Grandma's house, bought lunch and eat there. Bro wants to see luggage. Ya! My cousin is so cute again! He's kapo that he kept on touching and turning the luggage. When my Mum laughed at him and said he's kapo, he turned shy. And laughed about, ran to hide in bedroom and come out laughing and jump around, hiding behind sofa. He's so cute! He can make my mind stop worrying or thinking about other useless stuffs. So i kept on wanting to get his attention away from my bro as he's holding the luggage and our cousin just wanting to stick with him because of the luggage!! So i made lots of funny faces, he laughed happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, Me and my Mum and bro went Bugis. And cityhall. Just for shopping :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, going for dental checkup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3326943784327808333?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3326943784327808333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3326943784327808333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3326943784327808333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3326943784327808333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3326943784327808333' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2700846873645669933</id><published>2010-03-02T13:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:05:41.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - 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"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walter Winchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, 我决定了。 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my Dad to be back home. It's Sunday and he has to work again! I want to go shopping and buy many many stuffs back! I had not yet finish shopping for presents. You know, i can stay in a shop and look for presents for a long long time, and maybe walked out from the shop with empty hands. Haha. Because, first i dont like to randomly pick one, second not every little things can attract me. I have high expectation or you can say i have good fashion sense ok! Haha. And if you know me, you will know that, i dont anyhow buy presents for people. I picked seriously(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not just that, i want to buy things for myself. I so much want to go traveling to see more choices. But now? I can go nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 537px; height: 371px;" src="http://img43.imageshack.us/img43/6642/ikeptstandingby41010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times , i dont really know how to express my feelings. And now, i understand many things more than before. A true friend walks in when i stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Dad is back, the vacuum machine is still washing our clothings, in the end, we waited until it stop for the first time, and before that, Mum said that when we come back home then let it rinse the second time. But in the end, Mum pressed to let it rinse the second time. And we waited and waited again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to GrandMa's house. i love seeing the little child! I think he's my small cousin. I'm also not very sure about that. The relative relationship makes me confusing when there's a third generation. He's so cute! My bro keeps wanting him to call me Auntie. And i told him to call my bro Ah Pek! Lol. He's so cute. He just looked at us , listening but didnt talk at all. It's another side of him. He can be so quiet too. I rmb during the first day of Chinese New Year, he was like so excited! Jump about! Then his Mum said that he's actually dancing. He learnt it from the Dance show (台湾  舞林大道). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then realised that San Yi had not reached Grandma's house. So Bro dont get a chance to see the luggage today. Then probably, we will go see after his exams le. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we didnt go elsewhere for shopping. Mum wants to watch tv, so we just went for dinner. Here are the photo of each dish we ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 193px;" src="http://img62.imageshack.us/img62/4817/280220102542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambal veg w Bai Ling Gu.&lt;br /&gt;We actually want another type of veg with bai ling gu,&lt;br /&gt;but dont have le, so in the end, we ordered this veg,&lt;br /&gt;and she said that if we want add bai ling gu, she can add for us.&lt;br /&gt;She said its a good try, no one added in before.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so we ordered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 193px;" src="http://img199.imageshack.us/img199/9246/280220102544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steamed fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 193px;" src="http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/452/280220102545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and sour pork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 193px;" src="http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/3851/280220102548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambal fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 193px;" src="http://img87.imageshack.us/img87/743/280220102549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seafood tofu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then shop for some home stuffs. And home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4680161128725365607?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4680161128725365607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4680161128725365607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4680161128725365607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4680161128725365607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4680161128725365607' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5918145997746590409</id><published>2010-02-27T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:56:52.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;好烦哦!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天决定不要再拖了。&lt;br /&gt;其实不是今天的决定啦，&lt;br /&gt;是前几天已经想好了。&lt;br /&gt;买礼物。买给谁？&lt;br /&gt;哈哈，先卖个关子！（：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 237px; height: 315px;" src="http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/1789/haofanoh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天一直想着同件事情...&lt;br /&gt;要 还是 不要 ?&lt;br /&gt;要 还是 不要 ?&lt;br /&gt;要 还是 不要 ?&lt;br /&gt;要 还是 不要 ?&lt;br /&gt;要 还是 不要 ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要的话, 真的行吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要的话, 没问题吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): 我苦着一张脸 ):&lt;br /&gt;好烦烦leh。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5918145997746590409?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5918145997746590409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5918145997746590409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5918145997746590409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5918145997746590409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5918145997746590409' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-7911603311691528447</id><published>2010-02-26T13:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:47:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;一种爱。为你加油。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天哥哥开始看我理工学院的信件了。&lt;br /&gt;开始填了。&lt;br /&gt;时间过得很快。&lt;br /&gt;一转眼，又好像要开学了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然该说是还有一个月，&lt;br /&gt;但 信件都寄来了，&lt;br /&gt;明明就知道该准备上学了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很快啊 很快，&lt;br /&gt;。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;其实。。。 说说问问....&lt;br /&gt;叹气*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img687.imageshack.us/img687/7190/minfong340singdawnbook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;对, 最近已读完了一本故事书,&lt;br /&gt;《曦望》 Sing To The Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;好有勇气, 但 因为人有太多太多的舍不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经常打扫我房间时，&lt;br /&gt;妈妈都说： 这个太旧了，丢吧。&lt;br /&gt;但 有很多我还是没丢...&lt;br /&gt;我觉得, 人 不应该有太多的舍不得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对人 对物 都一样。&lt;br /&gt;努力最重要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/218/32302357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（想告诉她）&lt;br /&gt;一定会痛，会不舒服...&lt;br /&gt;但请您别放弃,&lt;br /&gt;我们这个大家庭爱你。&lt;br /&gt;为你加油！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前正子, 老是听到什么消息的..&lt;br /&gt;为什么到现在还不断?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img697.imageshack.us/img697/1197/20091120185c42584f3ae01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天刚好让我看到《恋爱女王》的一部分。&lt;br /&gt;是勇气。&lt;br /&gt;不是任天由命。&lt;br /&gt;是他给她机会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跳Ice skating dance的那一幕，&lt;br /&gt;很感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking for jobs. Had been messaging so much. I feel tiring now to even look at my handphone. I feel like working my bro's previous job. But i dont think right now they're hiring people. March is arriving and soon April. School gonna reopen very soon. In fact, School did not close right now, i mean , my first day of school gonna arrive soon. Maybe right after my bro come back from China? I so envy him. Although he's going there to study but it's like going to somewhere where no one knows you. But now, just wish him Best Wishes and Good Luck for Exams！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so frustrated over MixPod, how can i edit my songs? I typed the artist name and it did appear the songs and after 1 sec, it disappear like doing loading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-7911603311691528447?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/7911603311691528447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=7911603311691528447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7911603311691528447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/7911603311691528447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7911603311691528447' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2230157050488395079</id><published>2010-02-25T14:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:48:33.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" If your love does not work with that person, it just means that someone else loves you more "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is this the reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/2347/readybyprexns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP sent the enrolment form two days ago. prepared for SP life? Someone asked if i'm excited for Poly life. Honestly, not really. How? But facing reality, I HOPE THAT MY COURSE IS SO COOL AND SO GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw that Poly actually had rules and regulations too, i was first shocked, second happy. Isnt it good? This shows that the school still cares for us. - Boys are not to have long hair. But why do my bro still keep a long hair last few years? - Not to dye hair. Why do i see other coloured hair when i went for Poly open house? Haha. I actually choose not to rebond my hair already. Maybe i will delay my rebonding session. When i first read the SP forms, books, i dont understand a single thing. So confusing. But when i actually read it slowly again, i can understand. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天发现 自己把自己搞得很烦。&lt;br /&gt;因为一直相信什么的，最后，发现，&lt;br /&gt;每人管你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我已经想好要买什么来准备上理工学院了。&lt;br /&gt;书包 衣服 鞋子&lt;br /&gt;都想好了。&lt;br /&gt;现在就准备出门时 去寻找而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And And ..... I'm cutting hair soon!! It may be short. But its okay la. Hope my new hairstyle suits me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2230157050488395079?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2230157050488395079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2230157050488395079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2230157050488395079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2230157050488395079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2230157050488395079' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8312457118559462996</id><published>2010-02-25T14:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T14:43:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;" When I made that decision,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;There is so much I dont want,&lt;br /&gt;And so much Just Do It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;If this continue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I will go mad soon ! "&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/4534041858479598187-8312457118559462996?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8312457118559462996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8312457118559462996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8312457118559462996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8312457118559462996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8312457118559462996' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-895668776860135304</id><published>2010-02-22T15:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:40:19.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;雨过天晴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img11.imageshack.us/img11/9029/walkingintherainbymalle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;下大雨时,&lt;br /&gt;让我觉得那每一滴雨点 都是我曾流过的眼泪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走在大雨中， 你可以很痛快地哭，&lt;br /&gt;就算在你心爱的人面前，或是在伤害过你（你在乎的人）的谁面前，&lt;br /&gt;你流下的泪，在你的脸上滑下，&lt;br /&gt;在他们的眼里，就成了雨点。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们认为你是坚强的，&lt;br /&gt;但事实上，&lt;br /&gt;在他们眼中里，&lt;br /&gt;你的坚强， 是你柔弱的一面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img192.imageshack.us/img192/8569/bestrongbyfuntoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这几天，太多消息，让我发现，我要坚强点。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i done clearing up with my Mum. Throw.Files.Papers.Books.Rubbish.Cardboards. Cut.Sheets. Arrange.Keep. Clean.Mop. Some things had to be thrown away, and stop keeping them and make my room messy.&lt;br /&gt;Just like some feelings had to be deleted in my mind, and stop making me messy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-895668776860135304?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/895668776860135304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=895668776860135304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/895668776860135304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/895668776860135304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#895668776860135304' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-8006520541063468445</id><published>2010-02-18T14:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:11:34.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These days i eat alot! Just simply like the pineapple cookies my malay neighbours bake for us! It is so so so nice. I especially like the biscuit! The pineapple on top of it is crispy, like my mum said. Suddenly have the interest to learn baking it! I feel like going shopping with someone but not anyone. I have things to buy. Wondering when should i rebond my hair or should i drag it to next year? Like my mum told me, i want too, my hair to be cut first and re-grow. So all the spoil hair is gone.. but dunno ley.. But one thing is, i want to buy hairband!! Suddenly like hairband so much ah? Haha. Easy to put all my fringes together and not let them down to cover my face. Much Cooling. I want new clothes too. But i dont want to wear nice nice in my Poly studies. I want to study. T-shirt and pant should be enough. I wonder can i find good friends in my new course... I wonder if my course can get me a good future. I wonder if i can cope with my course studies. And why there's no uniform for poly students? We're still students...there should have right? But there isnt. So i gonna buy the poly tshirt then. Less worries on what to wear to poly. Put more focus on my course studies instead. Boyfriend? I dont need one yet. Someday somehow i hope to have one. But now, i still put my family and studies right at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is able to go shopping with me, and make me really happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/1314/7123079348e63e9c0d5a388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img190.imageshack.us/img190/1162/togetherinnaturebytigsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img684.imageshack.us/img684/3493/naturebynegalima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 276px;" src="http://img34.imageshack.us/img34/8306/180220102449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我更明白到很多很多事情了&lt;br /&gt;明白了,就真的懂得如何走下去。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-8006520541063468445?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/8006520541063468445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=8006520541063468445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8006520541063468445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/8006520541063468445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#8006520541063468445' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4532634494525922928</id><published>2010-02-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:56:57.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;New Year Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning, Mum had been preparing delicious dishes. I also help up. Brother was out searching for chocolate FERRERO ROCHER. The cheaper ones had been totally sold out. So we still have to buy one box. We bought the rectangular shape box this year. After lunch, Mum accompanied me to West Mall to get my pay. Wahahaha! I got thousand plus! I earned thousands plus at the counter and adding my pay at the outlet, i'd earned the most among the part timers! :) I'm actually not feeling very happy de, because i dont have a happy working periods. But i had my family accompanied me all the way.. and today, my mum is with me to get my pay. I'm a happy happy girl already ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping with my mum at west mall, looking at the things , clothes , which i had been wanting to shop for long when i'm working at the counter but dont get to do so. Now i get back my rights to do so!! I bought nothing.. my mum wanting to go home le so my mood goes down... Then i keep on wanting to go Kranji Fashion to shop. My mum agrees in the end. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;Tried some clothings... but in the end... empty handed home leyyy.... why?? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is back home!! After dinner, we went to Lot One. Some shops are still open leh!! On Sale! But we had no time for that. We went to the cinema for movie! It had been quite some time since we 5 family member had movie together. I love it!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;True Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img641.imageshack.us/i/mtruelegends.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img641.imageshack.us/img641/2271/mtruelegends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not bad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When jay chou appears , alot of people laugh.. I laugh along with them. And i'm thinking what if Show Luo appears, is it much funnier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4532634494525922928?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4532634494525922928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4532634494525922928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4532634494525922928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4532634494525922928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4532634494525922928' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4196558603122127719</id><published>2010-02-12T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:19:05.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The last day of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 349px;" src="http://img535.imageshack.us/img535/8153/120220102399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Mei Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 349px;" src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/6508/120220102402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 205px;" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/4371/120220102393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 296px; height: 205px;" src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/9336/120220102394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 212px;" src="http://img63.imageshack.us/img63/6168/120220102398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 175px; height: 212px;" src="http://img522.imageshack.us/img522/7214/120220102397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 348px;" src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/9113/010220102375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the working night, when its totally empty here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 265px;" src="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/5735/040220102383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not afraid because my family is waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet donut my dad&amp;amp;mum bought for me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went IMM until 1pm home:D&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/4534041858479598187-4196558603122127719?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4196558603122127719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4196558603122127719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4196558603122127719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4196558603122127719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4196558603122127719' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-1638222047894653783</id><published>2010-02-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T14:56:47.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My 12 hours working periods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got moved up to the counter at the atrium one, because they said that i learn faster and is more familiar with many products already. Well, working 12 hours, no break at all, all the way till 12 feb. I thought the only prob will be whether i can tahan the long hours. But there were even more probs arising starting from the first day of my 12 hours job. I didnt want to post so much about it anymore, but just wanting to get back my rights and stand! I dont even intend to post bad things about anyone, but she stepped on to my way many times, and even forced open my parents' door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can nag or scold me as much as she want , but dont ever anyone drag in my family! She dont have the rights!! That asshole, is pretty irritating, i had been bearing with her day after day, week after week! I truely cant find anyone to express how i feel. So i message Ting Ting those days when i'm so so so so sooooo angry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH OF HER! THAT ASSHOLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move on, the next job will be better. Somehow i do accept her scoldings for the first few days, because that makes me think that, when you experience the worse job, you will feel that the next job seems to be better. Right? But not as much that she can scold me everyday?! Am i that lousy to her? And she thinks that she is the best? Oh, dont make me vomit. For the last few days, i feel like knocking her down! Squeeze you dry! ASSHOLE -.- Dont feel like posting anything about her le. This is the worse i will post about her. Because I'd been a better person i want to be starting this year. So....this is the worse i will post about her because she dragged in people she had no rights to do so! Or else, i dont even care who she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-1638222047894653783?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/1638222047894653783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=1638222047894653783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1638222047894653783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/1638222047894653783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1638222047894653783' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-2240228126997929663</id><published>2010-02-03T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T23:40:25.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss my tv shows.. i'd not been watching my shows for 1 week plus. I'm outdated le lah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I've no time for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;9 more days ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-2240228126997929663?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/2240228126997929663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=2240228126997929663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2240228126997929663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/2240228126997929663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2240228126997929663' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-3978387611225484072</id><published>2010-01-31T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:11:38.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quick one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. I'm working 12 hours now, no more time for everything. I havent even buy my new year clothings. I'm gonna do a crazy shopping on new year eve. Even if i'm shopping myself with no company, i think i'm ok with it now. Get it over (:&lt;br /&gt;Bearing with certain issues, bear with it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will still smile along, because that's one part of LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-3978387611225484072?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/3978387611225484072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=3978387611225484072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3978387611225484072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/3978387611225484072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3978387611225484072' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4910696594998187216</id><published>2010-01-24T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T14:48:16.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile even if you're not at most happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what i think i'm doing it during work. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but i can never fake my laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work long hours soon. Gonna earn lots of money.&lt;br /&gt;But no time for new clothings and tv shows le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prepare for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, work makes me numb.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to wait for CNY, it will come after work. Better or ?&lt;br /&gt;dont have to keep thinking those '有的没有的.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Kind of Happy Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dunno why cant get the code, so i copy and paste here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are Affectionate&lt;br /&gt;Your life is full of love and friendship - and you always have more to give.&lt;br /&gt;You have an open heart. You are willing to take that leap and put your faith in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in everyone and everything. You are a very sympathetic person.&lt;br /&gt;The people you love make you very happy. You feel warmly toward those around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4910696594998187216?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4910696594998187216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4910696594998187216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4910696594998187216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4910696594998187216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4910696594998187216' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5592389005978803548</id><published>2010-01-18T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:52:43.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We nag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hoping that we can feel better. But will it works after you reach home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went Woodland to shop with my family. My mum and dad bought me a new blanket as my old blanket was tore badly. Ya, a new one a new beginning? A new kind of protection and love? My mum said that that'll be my last year's birthday present. Yes, i didnt get chance to celebrate my birthday for many years. No great party or great outing. Because my birthday always appear on the examinations day. But its okay, because if i can get great results, i'll be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Louise and I went to take bus to the headquarter for work training. On our way, in the bus, we were actually nagging and nagging. We talked everything, funny, fun, angry, scoldings, people, about our work. Yes, and we missed the stop. So we took another bus after we called the office people that we'd lost our way. We're late. But luckily , the speaker there not fierce lah. We say sorry and find a seat. We sat in the air conditional room listening to him speaking. Quite relaxing and we earn money too. Wahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we actually get to go off the first as our bus came le. But when we realise, the bus is gone. So in the end, we're the last? We nag again. Everything. The ones that really trouble us. Why? Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cant even answer. Why again ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5592389005978803548?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5592389005978803548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5592389005978803548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5592389005978803548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5592389005978803548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5592389005978803548' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-4852551182676661317</id><published>2010-01-16T12:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T13:16:03.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Scholarship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img40.imageshack.us/i/160120102297.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 272px; height: 362px;" src="http://img40.imageshack.us/img40/5421/160120102297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" title="ImageShack - Image And Video Hosting" href="http://img200.imageshack.us/i/160120102299.jpg/"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 404px;" src="http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/714/160120102299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Like wearing sch uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And its probably the last time i'm wearing this , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah , if i gonna retake English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the Scholarship today. While waiting, the guy sitting beside me was quite irritating. Haha, maybe he's excited bah? So i can forgive him. Always forgive people is a very important key to stay happy. Yah. I dont feel very happy. Haha. Anyway i got quite a sum! Its a hard earn money like what Yong Xin said. My Prelim results is cool. And my Olevel is alright. And the worries are still in my mind. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i also quite disappointed with my Math la. Although many people may think taht it is already very good. A B3 le. But i actually aim for an A. Keep thinking that why it is not an A? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is pain today. Dunno why. And later still gonna go work. Dunno can take it anot. Yesterday helping Louise to change working time, those aunties nag nag nag. And whats on my mind? I have to bear with it. Because a good career awaits me in future. If i cant even overcome small obstacles like this, then i'm really a loser.&lt;br /&gt;And so , each person has their words to say , so i just get a little bit from each person, and when i get my pay, everything will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;My Mum has been the best support for me. My Dad has always been working real hard for the whole family. My family is the best ever. My friends are always there, and i need them too. LSY must be together always, because we must stay forever. The world needs us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-4852551182676661317?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/4852551182676661317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=4852551182676661317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4852551182676661317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/4852551182676661317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4852551182676661317' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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-4534041858479598187.post-5790702574348612534</id><published>2010-01-15T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:41:46.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont really know what is good for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant choose Business Administration and i'm lost. I dont know whether Hotel and Leisure facilities management is good for me or Financial Informatics..... Yes i keep asking myself should i choose Financial informatics, yes it includes business and accounting or should i choose hotel management as i feel more relax listening it. But of course i hope the course that i get in can really allows me to learn alot and get a good career in future. So.....ya. But i kept thinking Hotel management 18 points leh... dunoo good anot... hais. Thats why i'm so 'fan' these days as i cant find one which really tell me that it's the best. When i went for poly open houses, i'm the only one in the group who wanted to go see the business courses. But i cant get in): When i set my mind already to choose biz course, i realise i cant get in , unless i apply for it and retake Eng. It really makes me stress again. Maybe i will take Eng, but under the stress of a course... i dont know. So in the end,i choose the other courses. And hopefully when i go University, i can study business again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope , really hope that my class can be those friendly ones who study and who can be good partners to me. I dont want those who only know how to play and disturb class. I hope i wont find gangsters in my class okay! And of course, people dont just study , study , study. Help up the weaker students too lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, going to work later. I feel bored now. I must be strong i know, because i seems to get weaker and weaker. I will be stronger, i will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4534041858479598187-5790702574348612534?l=on--myway.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/feeds/5790702574348612534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4534041858479598187&amp;postID=5790702574348612534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5790702574348612534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4534041858479598187/posts/default/5790702574348612534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://on--myway.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5790702574348612534' title=''/><author><name>Just started</name><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>
