<?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-1652325281300565027</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:31:02.327-08:00</updated><category term='my poor poor internet~~'/><category term='east coast park'/><category term='besties'/><title type='text'>Forget the world I thought I've known</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4142546269172992991</id><published>2010-12-10T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like life is just like a dream. It can be a sweet dream at some point but yet, an nightmare suddenly. The only differents is that, if life is an nightmare, you can never be able to wake up from it. But the good point is, you are able to make your life to a sweetdream. Yet dream is smth you cannot control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, finally my nightmare with Alvin had ended for aboout 5 mths now. Or maybe more then that. I just cant seems to remember it clearly. As what most of the people says, you will only remember the bad times and not the good times well. Which is why i cant remember how long I had live without the presence of him. All seems like a dream to me. And its turning itself to a sweetdream now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4142546269172992991?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4142546269172992991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-feel-like-life-is-just-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4142546269172992991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4142546269172992991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-feel-like-life-is-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1189372318387575171</id><published>2010-07-09T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's 4am in the morning. I just cant get to sleep. Ever since i broke up with Alvin, i am afraid to sleep in the dark. The bed seems so spacious now. And my pillow seems so little. I kinda miss the hug i always get when I hop into my queen size bed with him in it. Feel cold now without his arm around me. But this is the decisions that i had make. And i must bear through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the maggie mee he cook..&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he hug me..&lt;br /&gt;I miss how he hold me in his arm..&lt;br /&gt;But ultimately, i miss my freedom before I am with him.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1189372318387575171?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1189372318387575171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-4am-in-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1189372318387575171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1189372318387575171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-4am-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-8815195207675649732</id><published>2010-07-05T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What should i do when i feel lousy? I already tried eating steamboat as usual. But this time alround, it does not work. It's just like taking a lift up high floor at a high speed.. My heart sinked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to leave where I am standing now. But then again, do i have a choice? Even if i do have a choice, do i have what it takes to protect what i want and the person I loved? Am I up to the standard I think I have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-8815195207675649732?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8815195207675649732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-should-i-do-when-i-feel-lousy-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8815195207675649732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8815195207675649732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-should-i-do-when-i-feel-lousy-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6380385683811508920</id><published>2009-12-25T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; there are so many people who love me for who i am. why am i ruining my life by being together with a guy like this. i guy who cause me misery. the only guy who make me cried in front of ppl. a guy that make me lost my way in life. a guy that trash me. a guy that change me from who i use to be. i shall not regret knowing him. i shall not regret breaking up with him. it's just myself to blame for everything. i cant blame anyone. the tears.. that i had not yet shed in front of my family since 12. he make me shed in front of them. he pushed me to my limit that i think i had lost myself. who i really were. the girl who fear nothing and the girl who always enjoyed her days in all her 20 years. until he came into my life. he crush the very last bit of standing ground for me and i am leave tangling in the middle of no where.. not knowing where should i go and who should i lean on. i need a rope. i need someone. i need a space to breath and i need audrey from year 2008. anyone, please find her for me please.................&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6380385683811508920?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6380385683811508920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-so-many-people-who-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6380385683811508920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6380385683811508920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-are-so-many-people-who-love-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3726198219261055094</id><published>2009-10-14T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i remember when we were young, happiness can be found so easily, so within reached, so easily contented. even the slightest thing we saw, we get, can get us happy for the entire day or even week. looking back to now, life is never contented. humans are hard to please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also recall one of my primary school mate telling me something about life, that we are always lacking something in our life: when we are young, we have youth, we have time, but we dont have money. when we are adult, we have youth, we have money, but we dont have time as we are working. when we became old, we have time, we have money, but we have no more youth to enjoy. after he said that, i am very much agree with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3726198219261055094?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3726198219261055094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-remember-when-we-were-young-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3726198219261055094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3726198219261055094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-remember-when-we-were-young-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-684204010776690419</id><published>2009-10-04T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:42.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;i feel so shag now and my brian cant even think probably what i want or have to write. and i think that this entry might seems to look a bit monotone. argh.. major hangover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to puiluan's birthday and after a few rounds of mahjong and poker, we decided to walk over to the nearby store and grap some drinks. and it seems like normal convenient store like econ or 7-11 doesnt sell tequila. &lt;i&gt;like duh..&lt;/i&gt; so we decided to settle on mild drinks like jim beam cola and some ulo brands that i didnt heard of. and trust me, the jim beam suck. by the time we finish our drinks and ben send us home, it's already 2 am. (dont feel like using the word "already", but i have no life after working office job..) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to make it even more worse by reaching home at 2am, i have to wake up at 8 in the morning the next day. alright.. i know i still can sleep for another 7 whole hours. but i need at least a 10 hours of sleep. (i admit i am pig)meet up with ite friends for gathering. well, actually it's not a gathering initially. but it somehow ended up like that. *audrey shrug. and i just feel tt if i have not go for it, none of the things would have happen. if people are unappreciated, let them be. it will just spoil your wonderful days by thinking about it and pondering about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the gathering dinner, kx, eugene, shouxiang, kok, edric and me went to alph cafe for a 3 in 1 entertainment. soccer, ktv and drinks. lol. nice recommendation by kok. had a long island tea and sex on the alph (an imitation of sec on the beach but in cocktail size). small contradict about the long island tea. kok thinks that it taste like ice lemon tea, my our dear kx thinks it taste nothing at all like tea. "it's a mixture of all liquor!! eww~!" says kx. lol! back home at about 2 plus again. nobodies at home and i took out the leftover vodka to finish it. dang~ that's how the major hangover comes about. stupid. slept 4am, wakes up 6am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;people who cant live their live without a lie in it is pathetic. i cant see why you have to lie about small matter. for the sake of fun? to make your life or story sounds more interesting? i really, really,really x infinite, hate people who tell different stories to different people. and why? what happen? why do you like every stuff tat we like when you are in front of us, but yet, in front of others, the things that you love became hate? oh, let me guess, to suit the different taste of others? you are such a bootlicker. you disgust me. and dont say i gave you attitude when you are the one who started all these crap and disgusting moves. and let me tell you something, dont say you have depression when you dont. stop being a drama queen and stop thinking that the world had owe you something. maybe you do have depression. that's why you like to think up so much stories. to think that you are an&lt;br /&gt;unfortunate princess who falls into a world full of evil people and step sisters. you are such a joke. i never had anyone in my life that disgust me more then you do.&lt;br /&gt;and please, dont piss people off and says that people are giving you attitude. and you thought that all the people have attitude problem. but have you ever thought that the person who have a attitude problem is you? i admit and i, myself have attitude problem. but i think you have both attitude and character problem. but then, i want to let you know,i dont hate you, i hate your moves. i really dont hate you, you just disgust me. that's all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-684204010776690419?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/684204010776690419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-so-shag-now-and-my-brian-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/684204010776690419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/684204010776690419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-so-shag-now-and-my-brian-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5452797049789941005</id><published>2009-09-17T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;today, i broke my heart again. it had been 9 months when i first got together with him. and ever since i know him, i cannot remember the days my pillows are dry. i am really tired of everything. i have done everything i can as a girlfriend. i wait for him to finish work. even if he is having ot without telling me. i cook for him no matter how tired i am. and i thought about him before i plan my schedule. i make myself free almost everytime he is free. but he just doesnt have any spare time &lt;br /&gt;for me. i tolerate anything he scold me, his smoking habit and his suspicious behaviour of having another girl outside. and he just treated me like trash. i have nothing to say. and i have no more tears to shed. it's so tiring when we both know. we both know that this relationship wont work out. what are we holding on for? because he's too old to get another girlfried? he is too lazy to say the word break?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just me? hoping him to change back what he once was, a perfect boyfriend. just like how i am holding on to the unfit ring he gave me. clinging on so tight. using so much energy to keep it loosing out. i have no more energy to do all this.. i am hurt all over. physically and mentaly. is there any float to hold on to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, anyone? can anyone save me from this...?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-9172116863520601259</id><published>2009-09-15T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes Yes YES! my blog revived!! i bought a new laptop! yeah!! and i got my internet up and running!(double yeah!)people wont know the excitment of getting the lappy and internet up and running! i just have no fate in having internet at home. either my router broke down and i have to secretly tag my neighbour internet connection or my lappy broke down when i sign up for mobile boardband. argh! it's so fustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the big dream talk in my previous entry, i really think that dreams is a very unbelievable thing. almost all my friends are in the career industry now after graduated from tertiary school life. and of course, there are some who seek further study. and i find that all of us has gone into career that we least expect us to go. like for example me, i have change my job (yes, again), and working in a engineering company. yes! three cheers for bidding goodbye from long working hours, irregular meals, working on holidays &amp; weekends, attitude customers and low leave days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheers to kitmun who "take over" my dream to work as a nurse and work for almost 2 years. lol! the most unexpected friend who became a nurse. yes, the once so fierce and attitude kitmun. and she still is! and obviously, she, too, also never dream about being a nurse. jess, my primary school friend, became a property agent. and friend who became a gym instructor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, earning money is more important than dreams. so yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-9172116863520601259?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/9172116863520601259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-yes-yes-my-blog-revived-i-bought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9172116863520601259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9172116863520601259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-yes-yes-my-blog-revived-i-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7644581825644857563</id><published>2009-09-15T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a blog that supposingly to be pulished on the may of 5..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog have been dead for almost half a year. too busy to blog with my current job. and my laptop had been spoil ever since i quit my last job. the talk about buying a new laptop have been going on for months and i end up saving up for an oversea trip rather then getting a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passes fast. and i had already graduated from secondary for more then 3 years. realising it only when i finally able to go for my break time, sitting on a toilet bowl in the toilet cubicle. thinking about how all of us had been talking about our future, our ambition, our dream &amp; career. but when now is the future that we had been talking about since young, is this the future we talked about and dreamed about? i remember i once  wrote about a composition in mother tounge class. the topic is "ambition". and i wrote about how i wanted to become a nurse(no kidding!. but now,i am a gradute engineer and i am a sales assistence in a store that name is not even under me. is this wat a dream is all about? but of course, when i grow up, being a nurse is not my dream anymore. as working under government, having shift work and fighting off virus at front line is not included in my so call dreams. lol. but working as a sales assistence? never in my dream before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7644581825644857563?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7644581825644857563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-that-supposingly-to-be-pulished-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7644581825644857563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7644581825644857563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-that-supposingly-to-be-pulished-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4608443786103768658</id><published>2009-07-30T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a bloody fool waiting alone in somewhere i least familiar. And he is happily eating at somewhere alre now.  i am freaking tired of every moment i spend with him. Should i end everything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4608443786103768658?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4608443786103768658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-bloody-fool-waiting-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4608443786103768658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4608443786103768658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-feel-like-bloody-fool-waiting-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1082214992722481855</id><published>2009-02-24T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SaPkmqfbovI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F_BJiRXrOJI/s1600-h/tinyun+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SaPkmqfbovI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F_BJiRXrOJI/s400/tinyun+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306336138864861938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;yea!! i found a new job! i found a new job!! i am so excited!~ getting rid of my disgusting work place and boss is the most happiest thing that happen to me in this month~ woohoo! and WUIHAO! yes you! i work as a sale person and i dun need to sacrifice my hair. lol! &lt;br /&gt;but.. boowoo for leaving my best working mate in suntec. sob.. T.T the one and only reason that keep me working in this lousy environment(apart from the salary).. and i am so gonna miss tingyun for all the good food that i had eaten with her. argh.. and lynn for telling me all those exciting stories. jasmine for complaining all the customers with me. jayner for given me fashion site to surf and aunty annie for all those life stories. lol. argh.. miss them miss them miss them!! expecially the food part. lol!! i am so gonna bored-to-death at my new working place with them. &lt;br /&gt;sign.. goodbye suntec, goodbye all working mates, goodbye all the good foods...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1082214992722481855?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1082214992722481855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-i-found-new-job-i-found-new-job-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1082214992722481855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1082214992722481855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-i-found-new-job-i-found-new-job-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SaPkmqfbovI/AAAAAAAAAH0/F_BJiRXrOJI/s72-c/tinyun+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6562436277347036874</id><published>2009-02-07T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh.. been busy thinking of changing a job and i simply got no time to blog. searching for jobs online had taken up too much of my surfing time. -_- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad boss, bad pay, bad job.. recently i have been thinking, should i find a job that has more prominent and bright future job. a more stable and more regular timing job. ARGH! just any job that is better than this. i start to consider whether i should work office job but.. just the thought of sitting there staring at the computor the whole day, make me feel sick. making money is never an easy job(unless you work for the government, printing money..), but finding a job that one like and suitable is harder than i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6562436277347036874?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6562436277347036874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6562436277347036874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6562436277347036874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2009/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4188236997606650135</id><published>2008-12-04T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;finally i have upload all the photos in my phone to my beloved laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjTGgY9fEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hWblle2QPw0/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjTGgY9fEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hWblle2QPw0/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276199072191839298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;from top left&lt;/i&gt; - the fabulous fried omelette noodle from takahimaya basement one! pros: it's added with cheese on top and some common ketchup. normal but a fabulous combination of sauce. cons: it does not provide any seats for consumers and it's quite messy to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else to say? the "famous, everyone knew it" mcdonald's. located almost everywhere in singapore. pros: it's fast to buy, fast to eat and easily consume almost anywhere without any seats. cons: IT'S JUST SO SICK TO EAT THE SAME THING EVERYTIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;third photo to sixth&lt;/i&gt; - tonkatsu ramen, teriyaki bento, chawanmushi and potato salad from MOF located at suntec basement 1. pros: good taste for first timer on japanese food. cons: just not that nice for people who savours almost all japanese food like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long john silver. my classic favourite fast food located also almost anywhere. pros: it's so nice and crunchy. just love it. love the tender chicken. love their season ice lemon tea. love their crunchy on the outside and soft in the inside fries.conclusion? just love it. cons:it's so oily and it make me grow fat. but who care as long as the food is nice rite? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;last two pictures&lt;/i&gt; - tempura mushroom and mushroom soup from &lt;i&gt;The machè&lt;/i&gt; vivocity. pros: the fried to perfection mushroom top with lemon juice(optional) combine with the all uses tar tar sauces. the taste is so perfect for the mushroom. the soup is cooked by melting mushroom. so all u will be tasting is mushrooms. not like the mushroom soup with white base, it's brown in colour. so expect the chief to cook it with all mushrooms. cons: hmm.. it's just so.. fried mushroom? not as special as i thought it will be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjckt6f7tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zGKYy9JWQW0/s1600-h/film+kx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjckt6f7tI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zGKYy9JWQW0/s400/film+kx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276209486822895314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why people just love to take their photo in a public toilet? &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;answer: just adore that lighting effect and their super mega big size full length mirror.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;well, at lest i am one of them who adore taking my picture in the toilet. lol. apart from the full length missor that they have, i love their multi mirror which i can use to adjust my camera view. (my camera phone does not have a front camera. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjfTfzqoKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Tx-WJDAsPLU/s1600-h/film+kx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjfTfzqoKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Tx-WJDAsPLU/s400/film+kx2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276212489513246882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, these photos are taken after putting on kerxing's make up. go with her navy friend and slack in &lt;i&gt;hush hush&lt;/i&gt; till late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjgrtLpmiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eSpT2xKoqtI/s1600-h/nid+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjgrtLpmiI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eSpT2xKoqtI/s400/nid+edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276214004931992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to changi airport and eat and saw this urn shape fountain. retarded us start posing in front of it with foreigners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqKNHmPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tyttlQRi-RY/s1600-h/actCute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqKNHmPI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tyttlQRi-RY/s400/actCute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276221674944436466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take and run on act. it's a "no taking photo" store. lol. first two photo are taken in "the otaku's house" located at suntec city. last two is taken at the suntec branch's toys'r'us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqDbq4QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f-dMj7fl2cU/s1600-h/funky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqDbq4QI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f-dMj7fl2cU/s400/funky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276221673126420738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring the "retarded 2" by Audrey and Alvin. continued their journey with their retard act. props sponsor by mumu in suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjpcUKd6fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wEsXJMeb_zk/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjpcUKd6fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/wEsXJMeb_zk/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276223636122757618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precious thot! aww.. i so wanted to touch it. and yes! i saw that car in singapore skyper's carpark. &lt;i&gt;mom? can i have it? can i can i?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqXBP0xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jvDFT5gZSHA/s1600-h/xmas+deco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 60px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnqXBP0xI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jvDFT5gZSHA/s400/xmas+deco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276221678384304914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas decorations in vivo and marina square.the reindeer look more like a buffalo to me. lol!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnq38FlDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KhcfMyKhar8/s1600-h/kit+outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnq38FlDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KhcfMyKhar8/s400/kit+outing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276221687221031986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first photo taken when i saw kitmun getting down form her block. &lt;i&gt;hur hur hur, stalker audrey&lt;/i&gt;. and continue with eating in a mache look-alike japanese restaruant. the food there is so so sooo nice!! *audrey drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnq6wM0MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qZqK4L7hHu0/s1600-h/jap+rest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjnq6wM0MI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qZqK4L7hHu0/s400/jap+rest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276221687976480962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere there is good too. and i really wanted to try all the food there in one day.. damn it, shoulden have eat before going there. spend about thirty bucks in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjvVLPqZAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S1A29Nexqqk/s1600-h/mochi+photo+taking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjvVLPqZAI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S1A29Nexqqk/s400/mochi+photo+taking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276230110539310082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mochi photo taking sessions. lol. photographed by the self proclaim "oh-so-famous" photographer Audrey and Kitmun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjyzRVCJhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gxYbiFeiP3M/s1600-h/toilet+kx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjyzRVCJhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gxYbiFeiP3M/s400/toilet+kx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276233926103410194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww.. dun we just love the photo sessions in the toilet? never mind, just let those guys wait. (now we all know ahy the girls took so long in the damn toilet.) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4188236997606650135?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4188236997606650135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-i-have-upload-all-photos-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4188236997606650135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4188236997606650135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-i-have-upload-all-photos-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/STjTGgY9fEI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hWblle2QPw0/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1216544642597553090</id><published>2008-11-28T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;ok, alright. i admit that i ate slightly more than other people ever since i work. ... (...moment of silence..)ALRIGHT! much more than other people now can?? ever  since i start work, my appetite grow in a very scary way. i remember i cant finish a bowl of noodle back in my ite days. but now, i almost ate 7 meals a day if i can get the chance. or eat 2 or 3 potion of what people ate in one meals. me and my friend travel after my work to different places and eat. chomp chomp, simbang bedok, market 85, changi village, changi airport and geyland. where else can we find 24 hour's food!! &lt;i&gt;mcdonald's,audrey.. (no way!)&lt;/i&gt;but the weird thing is, before working, i am 52 kilograms. now? 51. weird.. and while i am typing this, i am hungry again!! argh.. i am afraid i will grow fat soon. &lt;i&gt;but you ARE fat audrey..(oh shut up..)&lt;/i&gt; sharks.. i am craving for o--ah-jian(fried oyster) without "o-ah"(oyster).. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1216544642597553090?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1216544642597553090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1216544642597553090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1216544642597553090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2104080806529904470</id><published>2008-11-04T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;finallyyyy!! i have time off and stay at home like no body business. i can roll about in my beloved bed till afternoon without having the alarm clock to wake me up! day off hurray! i can clear and clean up my room! and blog everything that i miss out! alright, let's start with the blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little role explaination before moving on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBQdD9kqYI/AAAAAAAAACg/iKclLKstP2g/s1600-h/SDC11369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBQdD9kqYI/AAAAAAAAACg/iKclLKstP2g/s320/SDC11369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264796424606099842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top left to right:simei as little devil, derrick as reaper, dan as dracula, night safari guy as dracula no. 2, jason as scream.&lt;br /&gt;bottom left to right:kerxing as japanese kimono girl, me as pirate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just have time to check my mail and the halloween pictures are out. &lt;i&gt;yeah!! audrey did a happy dance!&lt;/i&gt; on the 25th october, kerxing, dan, jason, derrick, simin and i went to the night safari for their early halloween night. we went there all dress up to realise in shock that we're the only visitors that are so crazy into this thing.. -_- oh well.. this is singapore. what to expect? not all singaporean are as enthusiatic as us. what to do? &lt;i&gt;just enjoy the night!&lt;/i&gt; jason the scream is so busy taking photo once he reach the zoo. lol. &lt;i&gt;guess scream is the most in thing at halloween&lt;/i&gt; *audrey the pirate weeped. let's let the pictures do all the talking now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBsxNplXSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aTEmrhbXbRk/s1600-h/Halloween_pt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBsxNplXSI/AAAAAAAAACo/aTEmrhbXbRk/s320/Halloween_pt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264827557129575714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the legendary batman car. &lt;i&gt;(parked at beach road??!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBuFmFkP2I/AAAAAAAAACw/TkTRyD4AXD8/s1600-h/Halloween_pt11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBuFmFkP2I/AAAAAAAAACw/TkTRyD4AXD8/s320/Halloween_pt11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264829006798405474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken with the crew member at night safari. the lady in red is sooo scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBvkbQlPcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RvoLESoN_iw/s1600-h/SDC11311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBvkbQlPcI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RvoLESoN_iw/s320/SDC11311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264830635979390402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking a photo before going on the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE8_OijniI/AAAAAAAAADA/Glfqr28jBrs/s1600-h/SDC11315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE8_OijniI/AAAAAAAAADA/Glfqr28jBrs/s320/SDC11315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056496305282594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all black and one red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE-ZnvD44I/AAAAAAAAADI/I0HMMUZ0qow/s1600-h/SDC11335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE-ZnvD44I/AAAAAAAAADI/I0HMMUZ0qow/s320/SDC11335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058049256842114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pirate bullying the kimono girl. &lt;i&gt;hur hur hur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE-8B2_qcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4v6lA0o8nvM/s1600-h/SDC11320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRE-8B2_qcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4v6lA0o8nvM/s320/SDC11320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265058640384993730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream lost to a...pirate..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFBu9LoqpI/AAAAAAAAADY/IeTq8wAHSus/s1600-h/halloween_pt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFBu9LoqpI/AAAAAAAAADY/IeTq8wAHSus/s320/halloween_pt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265061714325973650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge of hell! a road of no return~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFDcdLgNmI/AAAAAAAAADo/wxolh3tmAVw/s1600-h/SDC11353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFDcdLgNmI/AAAAAAAAADo/wxolh3tmAVw/s320/SDC11353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265063595521095266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many toilet roll did he use??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFFXQWQz3I/AAAAAAAAADw/5bMejwn6goc/s1600-h/SDC11333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFFXQWQz3I/AAAAAAAAADw/5bMejwn6goc/s320/SDC11333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265065705200471922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group photo with a crew.. the poison ivy. is "she" a he or she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFFzVN9TiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Iyksjf7Wq4I/s1600-h/SDC11351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFFzVN9TiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Iyksjf7Wq4I/s320/SDC11351.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265066187544153634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont sneak up on me! ar bish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFGidDqpbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ewnh45FpfQ/s1600-h/SDC11370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFGidDqpbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/8ewnh45FpfQ/s320/SDC11370.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265066997102323122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that baby boy is so adorable! and he smell nice too.. yum. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFHUyVMw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/to08W3V0lHg/s1600-h/SDC11367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFHUyVMw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/to08W3V0lHg/s320/SDC11367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265067861806465858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye mate! ya a pilot? me a pirate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFIS8p2WbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPTmJxdrEaA/s1600-h/SDC11355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRFIS8p2WbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mPTmJxdrEaA/s320/SDC11355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068929729321394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!?? kerxing!! keRXING!what's tt thing coming up at you!! &lt;br /&gt;*this is the last day we saw kerxing. lol. (kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2104080806529904470?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2104080806529904470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/finallyyyy-i-have-time-off-and-stay-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2104080806529904470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2104080806529904470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/11/finallyyyy-i-have-time-off-and-stay-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/SRBQdD9kqYI/AAAAAAAAACg/iKclLKstP2g/s72-c/SDC11369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7984185666451569902</id><published>2008-10-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;it's make me feel sick just by looking at you. you think you are high and mighty and all people around you are nothing but trash. think about it twice. you are nothing but someone with only looks and financial power. other than that. you are even worse than a trash. people like you who thought that &lt;i&gt;"just because i am good looking, girls will fell for me. and no matter what i said to them, they will forgive me."&lt;/i&gt; well, yeah right. you think too much of yourself. people like you who only have the outer look disguest me most. i dont denied that you are good looking. but the way you present yourself is even more uglier than the person you have insulted. people like you dont deserve a good girl like her to fall for you. you should consider yourself to be even loved by her. and i really mean loved(with a past tense). i tell you what, your disgusting looks does not attracts me at all. so dont try too hard. and i think you are pretty pathetic. cause no one ever love you for who you are. they just fell for you because you are rich and with that good looks of your's. dont get too cocky yet. cause when you get old and lost your looks, you will be nothing at all. go for plastic surgery for all you want with your money. and still the same, people will only fall for your looks. you have done the most incorrect things to insult my friend like that. and i hope you get your just dessert. and please! respect the elderly even if they are just a tissue seller! you inhuman disguesting earth existence. your existence just make me feel uncomfortable. and just the thought of breathing the same air with you, disguest me even more. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7984185666451569902?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7984185666451569902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-make-me-feel-sick-just-by-looking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7984185666451569902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7984185666451569902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-make-me-feel-sick-just-by-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7933508283249528146</id><published>2008-10-20T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;ever since i started this job, my mind just went blank everytime i reach home. all i can think of is to rest. and on how to hit sales the next day. it's not just business bad. there is no poeple at all. and i mean, literally, no people for me to sell things to. if there are some poeple in the shopping mall, i dont mind jumping out to them like some squirrel who saw nuts, just to get them buy.cant possible ask me to go out of the shopping mall and hold people by their hair and drag them in right? &lt;i&gt;(oh well, maybe not dragging them by their hair.)&lt;/i&gt; hope i can work in place that can keep me busy with. just so hard to get by each day without much things to do. and yes! i am working now as i type this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7933508283249528146?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7933508283249528146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-since-i-started-this-job-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7933508283249528146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7933508283249528146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/10/ever-since-i-started-this-job-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4994514610769718916</id><published>2008-09-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;if you can get something yourself, dont ask other's to get it for you.&lt;br /&gt;if you ask other's to get it for you, dont hurry that someone.&lt;br /&gt;if you hurried that someone, dont expect him/her to face you with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;if you expect him/her to face you with a smile, dont be ungrateful to the things &lt;br /&gt;he/her did. cause THAT someone is not your errand boy. and he/her did not get paid to do all these stuff for you. receive it with thanks and not with a ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;face. no one owns you anything in this world and neither do we. so dont give me that&lt;br /&gt;attitude face of your's. i dont take it. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4994514610769718916?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4994514610769718916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-can-get-something-yourself-dont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4994514610769718916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4994514610769718916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-can-get-something-yourself-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6625221696862664244</id><published>2008-09-02T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;good bye the days of taking photo (photo photo photo~~~ &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;echo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)! *audrey yelling into the sky. i just cant seems to live without taking photo. i mean, taking photo of others and things. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;*audrey stalker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i dont like taking photo of myself(too ugly to be taken) but i love taking still objects and scenery, not to mention other human beings. maybe my perfect job will be stalker. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hur hur hur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; but recently(not too recent), my camera turn it's back against me.. throwing a temper? rebellious age?(hello? you are nothing but just a lousy 7.5 mega pixel old camera and nobody but the kind audrey bought you!) well,.. it's spoil for good. and at a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; timing too. after my beloved camera goes haywire, events after another event lines up.. my friends going ns and will be holding a small celebrations(?), friend's birthday party, gatherings and sentosa etc etc. my god~ i just cant remember events without my camera. guess i have to buy a new one soon. or shall i let my sister do the buying? hur hur hur~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in peace, camera, you will be remembered by me always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P&lt;br /&gt;here lies the body of audrey's camera&lt;br /&gt;year 2006~2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6625221696862664244?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6625221696862664244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bye-days-of-taking-photo-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6625221696862664244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6625221696862664244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bye-days-of-taking-photo-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6820540412023813246</id><published>2008-08-29T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;argh.. having a serious muscle ache. maybe i didnt stretch properly when i play badminton yesterday.. -.- die.. tommorow have to play with my sister again.. think you have to sacrifies something for the things that you like. same goes with everything in life. &lt;br /&gt;lack shopping, lack in nutritent, lack in time..&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6820540412023813246?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6820540412023813246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6820540412023813246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6820540412023813246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5174111252355723389</id><published>2008-08-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i redo-ing the whole of my blog. i know that i took a super long time to do it. cause i really really X 100 have no time to do it. argh! wish that i have 48 hours a day instead of 24. people who had been asking me to update my blog, ya, i'm sorry. *laugh. please give me sometime to finish this damn thing. i do it from scretch. all the cursor and border and colour and every other shit things. but.. i stole the picture from the net. *evil laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5174111252355723389?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5174111252355723389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5174111252355723389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5174111252355723389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1727041115966964269</id><published>2008-05-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;it is a horrible feeling to withness death. i just realise that death is fond of taking away life of people who value thenselves and other's.one who dont expect to die at a young age died. one who have a fabulous road ahead died.those who haven bid good bye to their loved one died. and yet, some people who dont value their own life failed in commiting suicide. is human life so vunarable? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1727041115966964269?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1727041115966964269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-horrible-feeling-to-withness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1727041115966964269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1727041115966964269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-horrible-feeling-to-withness.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2355207218051144316</id><published>2008-04-27T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;if love is a bless,&lt;br /&gt;why do all the people getting hurt from it?&lt;br /&gt;if love is a suffering,&lt;br /&gt;why do all people desire it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to be blessed and free of suffering is to be someone who dont need them.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2355207218051144316?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2355207218051144316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-love-is-bless-why-do-all-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2355207218051144316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2355207218051144316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-love-is-bless-why-do-all-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-9089971522144613546</id><published>2008-04-10T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;One must learn to forget about the pass. &lt;br /&gt;One must learn how to let go. &lt;br /&gt;One must learn how to move on. &lt;br /&gt;One must never let the past to bother you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden rules that i kept telling others. but why cant i do the same? i am tryin hard to move on. i feel like i am swimming in a sea of cement. i have to keep swimming so that i wont stuck in it. but as the time goes by, it started to be more and more tedious. no idea when will it dry up. should i stop swimming?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-9089971522144613546?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/9089971522144613546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-must-learn-to-forget-about-pass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9089971522144613546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9089971522144613546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-must-learn-to-forget-about-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2011158985234768092</id><published>2007-10-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really hate the life i am having right now. why cant i to be the one who are capable of controling everything? i realise when i turn back to the path i've walked, the people i thought i known, changed. people i thought i can rely on, turned their back. i am lost in my own world. unable to get out. i am lost in my dream. unable to wake up. i am not holding back my tears. just tired of tearing. i disparage others and think too higly of myself. thinking i can find the way myself. thinking i can do what others cant. apparantly, i am thinking too much. i am just someone that are insignificant and debilitated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2011158985234768092?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2011158985234768092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/really-hate-life-i-am-having-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2011158985234768092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2011158985234768092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/really-hate-life-i-am-having-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4108148360732725456</id><published>2007-10-24T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;how can i forget the things that you did when all you do is keep me reminded? why do you always appear infont of me when i decided to forget what i been through with you. i cant help but feel that i will be haunt by you forever. it is just like a curse that follow me wherever i go. i seriously didnt know you had such a impact. what an insult to me. always thought that i can handle everything but eventually when things link to you, i lose. totally lose to myself. and it's really an insult to admit you really &lt;strong&gt;meant&lt;/strong&gt;(notice: past tense) alot to me. and it's really a torture to even see you. to see you moving on in your live and here i am, stuck in a past and memories that i really hate. it really annoys me! fuck!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4108148360732725456?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4108148360732725456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-can-i-forget-things-that-you-did.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4108148360732725456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4108148360732725456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-can-i-forget-things-that-you-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1039516410717391628</id><published>2007-09-20T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;if i say that i dont miss those days, i am lying. there are too much things that i missed. badly. but one thing i learn from a friend, no matter how bad it is now, i still have to move on. and i think that i am bless with friends that i can fall back on. whereby you can trust them and they will never leave you in the middle of the dark. i just feel weird (or i am weird?)that all those people who truly my friend, does not end up the one which i had been thinking they were. and, yup, i am back to square one. thank the momo that hear me out when i cried. to bomb me smses to make me laugh. and thank those old friends who listen to my nagging. =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manage to recover two picture during my reformatting..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RvKhkB_ORwI/AAAAAAAAABE/0XNankCKcy0/s1600-h/archery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RvKhkB_ORwI/AAAAAAAAABE/0XNankCKcy0/s320/archery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112326167399909122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RvKh8R_ORxI/AAAAAAAAABM/u6Gd2VRDxiQ/s1600-h/archery1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RvKh8R_ORxI/AAAAAAAAABM/u6Gd2VRDxiQ/s320/archery1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112326584011736850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1039516410717391628?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1039516410717391628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-say-that-i-dont-miss-those-days-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1039516410717391628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1039516410717391628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-say-that-i-dont-miss-those-days-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RvKhkB_ORwI/AAAAAAAAABE/0XNankCKcy0/s72-c/archery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3227468260799133197</id><published>2007-09-04T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;the world abandon me or i abandon the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to savage this? is there really nothing i could do? or is there anything i CAN do? why is it draining off all my energy without me noticing? it is hard to savage. but it is harder to abandon it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate all this. really hated it. hate my mask, hate myself, hate to put on a smile to everyone, hate to put up a strong front, hate being optimistic, hate the cheerful me, hate the long hair me, hate mine everything. just hate it. ever waking up in the morning thinking who you really are? i am sick and tired of being what people wanted me to be. i just want to be myself for one second. just want to be my cry baby self. just want to cry out loud. just want to throw tantrum. i just need someone who are willing to listen to all this. someone who accept me for who i am. not who they want me to be. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3227468260799133197?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3227468260799133197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/world-abandon-me-or-i-abandon-world-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3227468260799133197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3227468260799133197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/09/world-abandon-me-or-i-abandon-world-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1555294653819591731</id><published>2007-08-08T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;when a friend doesnt treat you as friends, do you all still consider as friend anymore? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;answer: no..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is for someone who doest treat my beloved friend as friends. and for people who doest cherish what they have. people who dont behave like human doesnt fit to be treated like one.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1555294653819591731?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1555294653819591731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-friend-doesnt-treat-you-as-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1555294653819591731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1555294653819591731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-friend-doesnt-treat-you-as-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-261920898714643069</id><published>2007-08-03T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;never let go of someone that you love. never think that you will get him back again even though you let go of him. never regret something that you know you had done wrong. never to be too sure of yourself. never think too highly of yourself and think that he will forever stay beside you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;never say never again after what i had learn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-261920898714643069?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/261920898714643069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-let-go-of-someone-that-you-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/261920898714643069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/261920898714643069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/08/never-let-go-of-someone-that-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4953290896919924576</id><published>2007-07-18T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;okie.. whatever.. school had reopen and i cant get use to the life of getting up early for school. 6 in the morning is too much for me. i usually sleep 7 am in the holidays. a switch like this can easily kill me and my complexion. school is a torture and pe is hell. climbing up and down of the stairs and running round the stadium is not a very good idea of training the students up. well.. &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; is an opinion of a student (yea yea me!! that student). all these dumb training had cause a lot of student having muscle ache in the next morning. yea. that is what i am having &lt;b&gt;RIGHT NOW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4953290896919924576?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4953290896919924576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/07/okie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4953290896919924576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4953290896919924576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/07/okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6775636356616950836</id><published>2007-06-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.398-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my poor poor internet~~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My internet is freaking down again because i didnt pay the bills. the only time i can get to blog is to secretly use my neighbour's internet or blogging in school. yea, dont ask me why i never pay my bills because i got no money to pay. (like duh?!) got so many debts to clear before thinking of getting back my internet to work again. top of the list will be forking out 25 bucks for my up coming NUS shoot. think of not to join but i so wanted to.. second on my list is to pay back my fren the sum of money she loan me. third, will be payin my phone bills. ever heard of handphone spoiling the day line being disrupted? can anyone get any more unfortunate then me? so even if i get my line working, i may not be able to pick up calls. like wise.. oh ya, and 25 bucks for class chalet too.. &lt;i&gt;my god..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With so many things on my "paying list", when will i be able to get my internet up running again? so next time when you guys run into me, dont ask about my internet! *audrey laugh and walk away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6775636356616950836?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6775636356616950836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-internet-is-freaking-down-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6775636356616950836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6775636356616950836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-internet-is-freaking-down-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4661758197613060870</id><published>2007-05-02T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright.. i admit that i got very bad EQ can? i just cant seems to manage my friendship well(i think..). it seems like everyday i am getting everyone around me angry. without noticing it myself. &lt;i&gt;oh fuck..&lt;/i&gt; can you all just tell me what happen if i somehow got you angry? because this is so uncomfortable thinking that your good friend might be angry with you and you doesnt even know it!! i hope that what you say are true. &lt;i&gt;that you are not angry..&lt;/i&gt; because if you really are, i think i maybe suffering from some lag illness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh yea, this is some picture we took during our outing~! theCBG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059930119158462770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/Rjh7ony9eTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ul8th38k8bY/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4661758197613060870?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4661758197613060870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4661758197613060870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4661758197613060870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/Rjh7ony9eTI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Ul8th38k8bY/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-861995651819074523</id><published>2007-04-25T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;school had just reopen and i get myself into a mess.. changing a new look may seems like a good idea. but when changing look became spoiling your hair and making you look like some kinda idiot is not a good idea after all.. my perm is so bad that i nearly ask for a one month MC just to shut myself from the world. my hair is making me so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; that even when people was laughing, i think they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; at my hilarious hairdo. &lt;i&gt;my god!&lt;/i&gt; why am i getting myself into such humiliation? why do i have to make my own life so miserable? maybe i should look at a brighter side. now that i had perm my hair, i can have an extra cushioning to my head when sleeping.. or maybe i can tied my hair to whatever hair style i like now? great.. &lt;i&gt;roll eyes..&lt;/i&gt; i should start to rent that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Korea&lt;/span&gt; drama &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;goong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; and see how the female lead tied her hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;okie&lt;/span&gt;.. i have tried my best to be the miss nice-girl here but i just cant seems to walk out of the miss meanie name. damn it.. alright.. i admit that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; quite like "some people" in my class can? but cant expect me to like him/she all right? i had tried my best and it is starting to improve. although i may shoot them the i-hate-you look. but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; mean that i am mean can? it's just that, i cant really stand it already! and i am just being true to myself. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; roll eyes again&lt;/i&gt;. whatever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh ya! and i am so damn happy that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eli&lt;/span&gt; finally transfer to my class!! yea!! this is the most happy things that i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;encounter&lt;/span&gt; ever since school reopens. (anyway i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; bumping into lots of shit lately..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-861995651819074523?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/861995651819074523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-had-just-reopen-and-i-get-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/861995651819074523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/861995651819074523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/school-had-just-reopen-and-i-get-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6068204931159189414</id><published>2007-04-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.438-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='east coast park'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; i realise that it had been a long time before i went to east coast park today. still remember that secondary school, east coast use to be my second home. quite reluctant to go actually.. but end up to be fun. maybe it is time to dump the past behind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049260769262289842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RhKT6uIxw7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kf9X_JS6zHE/s320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;have you ever eaten 3 stick of satay for ten bucks? i do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6068204931159189414?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6068204931159189414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-realise-that-it-had-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6068204931159189414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6068204931159189414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-realise-that-it-had-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RhKT6uIxw7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Kf9X_JS6zHE/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7800138664454517885</id><published>2007-03-12T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='besties'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well well, some great and noble person said that study and play must happen at the same time right? (erm.. audrey, who is that noble people you are talking about?) ah! never mind who said that! but we sure had a lot of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041071610389205730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RfV768COEuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wK2WMs4OvxU/s320/cuppy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;in case you are not sure what are we doing, we are trying to snatch the food in front of us. and yes.. it is an empty cuo noodle.. -_- and poor kx and eli had to act greedy with me. lol! other then eating while study, we must do some exercise to wake ourself up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041076820184535794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RfWAqMCOEvI/AAAAAAAAAAU/rjQriezD0Tk/s320/jumpy.JPG" border="0" /&gt; okie.. we NG alot of time can? we cant help but bust out laughing at how many times we had NG. (my mum must be wondering how come she feel earthquake) and i admit that we had took a quite long break. and it's time to ... study!......(nothing to be happy about) &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041077885336425218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RfWBoMCOEwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/b3FX-o6rGVg/s320/CIMG3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and is a little(is very can!?) messy on the table. papers and all around. simplex.. duplex.. FM.. AM.. PM.. OSI.. arg..! oh fuck! cannot get in.. so gonna die.. well well.. did some noble man said that besties will tide you over whatever hardship you had? (alright.. i really want to meet that noble man..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041081012072616738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RfWEeMCOEyI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5DP91s5N5Ms/s320/CIMG3556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and hopefully we will remember the so call date in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7800138664454517885?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7800138664454517885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-well-some-great-and-noble-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7800138664454517885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7800138664454517885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-well-some-great-and-noble-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_drIdsBzb2pg/RfV768COEuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wK2WMs4OvxU/s72-c/cuppy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3342100081353573837</id><published>2007-03-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;teacher or "insulter"?&lt;u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who can be more hypocrite then our very own teacher? not to say all, but sad to sad, almost all. stop giving me that "i care for you" look when all i can see is "i care for my pay slip" face. stop telling us with your lame and un-interesting story of how you get up early in the morning and come to school even though you are tired. because THAT'S YOUR JOB. you are paid to do so, so stop complaining and nagging.  dont telling me how hard you tried to help us &lt;i&gt;even if we dont use our brain&lt;/i&gt;(quote word by word by someone who teaches me). and if we really know how to do the question, we dont need you. quit reminding us that we ARE already ite student, we should use more brain. if not, i have to remind you that you are JUST a ite teacher. and you will aways only a ite teacher. get it? sometimes i wonder, how could someone with a english standard like you be a teacher? i really wonder. or because they pity you? that's why they hired someone like you to be a teacher. &lt;i&gt;highly possible&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3342100081353573837?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3342100081353573837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/teacher-or-insulter-who-can-be-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3342100081353573837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3342100081353573837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/03/teacher-or-insulter-who-can-be-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5326250591341847715</id><published>2007-02-04T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for saying nice things to me. even though they are not from your heart. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;thanks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for trying your best to be nice to me although you dont feel like to. i wonder, since when did our friendship turn &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sour&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; is it because of me? or is it you? i am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;confuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. sometimes you seems so nice, but yet, sometimes, your words are so &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cruel&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; which of you should i believe in? i am confused by your words. which sentance should i believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all of you seems to be so different. so different that it scared me. cause it all happen in one day. is that what you all use to be? maybe i did not see clearly right from the start i knew all of you. but now i am seeing clearer and clearer. i choose not to believe what i see. i choose to act &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;ignorance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i choose to blind myself in laughter everytime i see the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;ugly sight&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; to stop myself for &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loathing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; something i adore most before. to stop the history for repeating.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;living in shadows and fear. living in sorrow. living in a cycle that keep repeating. even if it cost everything, i wont let you win. i wont let you take away things that is MINE. you are not me and you will never be able to be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5326250591341847715?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5326250591341847715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-for-saying-nice-things-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5326250591341847715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5326250591341847715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/02/thanks-for-saying-nice-things-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1478099515820715841</id><published>2007-01-24T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard to maintain the friendster between us? i never know maintaining this friendship is so hard and tiring. i feel like giving up. i tried and tried to do anything that can help. but it doesnt work. in fact, it is getting worse. damn it. i so piss off. i am giving up now. stop asking me why. whatever i do, it does not help at all. i feel like i sm the only side that are maintaining this. &lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;.. i am wasting my time. all this are only one sided. if he doesnt care, why should i? shut up and buzz off. i hate the sight of you and it is irritating me. just fuck off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1478099515820715841?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1478099515820715841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-it-so-hard-to-maintain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1478099515820715841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1478099515820715841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-is-it-so-hard-to-maintain.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5987698753943547037</id><published>2006-12-28T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Silently through all the days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my heart aches cause you are not here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took for granted you will be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never showed I cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you are only in my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the time could never heal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I have lost and what I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were taken far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now it’s just too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and fate has sealed my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sadness cuts my heart so deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a life it could’ve been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By myself in disbelief with misery and grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this never was supposed to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5987698753943547037?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5987698753943547037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/silently-through-all-days-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5987698753943547037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5987698753943547037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/silently-through-all-days-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1306265193716477815</id><published>2006-12-27T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;rain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it had been raining for ages and ages. i'm tucked cosily in my own bed with my lap top with me. don't really feel like blogging any entry as my right arm is aching again and my right knee is giving me problem this few days. i think i will be half-body paralyse soon.(all aches on the right side) but it just feel so good when i'm at home safely, watching all the people running to the nearest void deck for shelter. i remember all the days when me and friends were under the rain playing happily, didnt even realise that people can see through our wet uniform. (come to think of it, no wonder i fell sick easily in those days) i think all i want to do is to get home quick if it rains now. no besties to play punk in the rain with me, no buddies to play slapping-hand-hard games with me and no bitches to bitch around with me in the school. guess i'm still not use to the boring and no-life ITE school life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;disappointment&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my arm is aching badly now. and my shooting skill are failing me when the competition is just round the corner. i feel so down and disappointed with myself. i cant accept another failure again. i had lose and i am sure i dont like the feeling of losing. people kept telling me that life is bond to have lose and winning. and i really meant telling. if somebody lose, i will say the same thing to them. but if you are the one who really lose, will you think the same? i dont think so. &lt;i&gt;damn..&lt;/i&gt; it's aching again. i had let my friends down. i broke a promise that i promised. i had done something that i hate most. &lt;em&gt;breaking the god-damn promise. &lt;/em&gt;another disappointment. please dont make me promise any thing. and dont give me promises when you are going to break it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1306265193716477815?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1306265193716477815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-it-had-been-raining-for-ages-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1306265193716477815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1306265193716477815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/rain-it-had-been-raining-for-ages-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-9216210721950930466</id><published>2006-12-21T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;update&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/557833/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okie.. i am tired. let the photo do all e talking ya? we went to laguna and have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/489704/RECO0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is she fren? or is she trying to drown her?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/171254/RECO0630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;answer: best fren~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/25002/wing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;striaght out of the movie?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/729224/bdae.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;celebrating my birthday at changi and waraku!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/302420/sch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and of course, during my normal schooling days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2638/364/320/825942/out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;outing with my schoolmate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and damn it. it is already 5:13am in the morning. i had beed re-doing this blog for several times due to the poor connection of my neighbour. (shh.. i am stealing internet access from next door. hurhurhur~ *evil laghter)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-9216210721950930466?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/9216210721950930466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/update-okie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9216210721950930466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9216210721950930466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/12/update-okie.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5928538063421411143</id><published>2006-08-01T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;confuse..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;confuse.. do i like you? i am afraid that i might do the wrong decision again. and again, i all hurt myself. and again, i hurt someone. been telling myself that love grows. but apparently, it does not. why do people had to make decision? why cant i just slack around and let fate do all the decision making? i am tired. tired of being loved. tired of loving someone. tired of everything that had been and happening in my life. life does not suck. but it is just tiring. so tiring that sometimes, it just drain out all my energy. energy for me to love someone. energy for me to think. still remembering the first time that i fell in love. excited and it feels so good that i wanted to fall in love again. but why do i feel so suffocating now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5928538063421411143?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5928538063421411143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/confuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5928538063421411143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5928538063421411143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/08/confuse.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-317215983519594779</id><published>2006-06-12T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;out-of-job&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;officially out of job as a sales girl now. &lt;i&gt;damn it..&lt;/i&gt; how long have i been working in this line? i think i have turned rusty after i quitted silvertouch. or shall i say i dont have to handle the relationship between colleagues when working in silvertouch. i just couldnt get use to life sitting around in the shop doing nothing but gossiping about what a hunk the customer is or what a bitch his girlfriend is. just because i am a &lt;i&gt;new girl&lt;/i&gt; doesnt give 'em a chance to toss every of the hardwork to me. i am sick and tired of going to work everyday, talking to a butch of sickening boot-licker. i had no choice. i had to quit. i had to get the hell out of there asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sickening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-317215983519594779?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/317215983519594779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-job-officially-out-of-job-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/317215983519594779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/317215983519594779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-of-job-officially-out-of-job-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5370908427264851938</id><published>2006-06-01T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;i miss..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cant seems to catch up. everyone is moving forward except for me. i am so lack behind in studies that i wonder i should continue or not. i miss my old school. i miss my friends. i miss my teacher. i miss the laughter we use to have in the class. i regretted saying you crap too much, Ms Syafeena. Mrs Foo, i regretted saying your unpresentable armpit hair and refuse to attend your lesson. Mdm tami Mohan, i am sorry that i say you are a indian rapper. the teacher i have now is so much lousier then you all are. they are monotoned, retarded and so un-fun. what's worst? he is really suck at telling a joke. now i would love to have a teacher that raps, a teacher whom we can laugh at, a teacher that will crap with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dearest mingyueh, i am sorry that i always made fun of you when you speak perfect english. but though you speak perfect english, you will never laugh at me for being a neighbourhood school student and you taught me how to pronouce them well. chorpeng, jackson and gang, sorry for scolding you guys noisy. thanks for making our class full of laughter. guanjie, i regretted thinking you are nosey when you care so much more then anyone else for me. thanks for not forgetting the blur me and encourage me through my hardest time. so sorry weilong, for giving you so much trouble at studies. you never stop waking me up when i fell deep into a non-studying mood. yet in the past, i thought you always loved to force us study. you guys are so much more understanding then some of my friends here. you guys will never despise me just because i am from a neighbourhood school or just because i dont understand any of the thing that Mr yip says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the school is never so big in the past. i dont have to run from classes to classes to make it on time. i dont have to late for class just because the lift is full. and i dont have to look for seats in the canteen. &lt;i&gt;i miss you, bedok north sec!&lt;/i&gt; i regretted saying you a non-capable(wu neng) school. i regret hoping that you are bigger then what you are now. and i regretted think of suggesting lift in the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;one will only missed the thing when they lost it. &lt;i&gt;why?&lt;/i&gt; because we know we will never be able to get it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5370908427264851938?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5370908427264851938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5370908427264851938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5370908427264851938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3266109460876534203</id><published>2006-05-29T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;neighbourhood school&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what if you are from a really good girl's school? so what if you are well mannered at home but suck at attitude towards your classmate. dont bloody bullshit with me how "high class" your secondary school use to be as we all are now the same school. if your secondary school was so bloody damn good, why are you here in ite? just scram if you are so unhappy about sitting in a class of ex-neighbourhood secondary school. dont go around complaining we speak poor english act as if you know none of the mandarin we spoke. you are a chinese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3266109460876534203?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3266109460876534203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/neighbourhood-school-so-what-if-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3266109460876534203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3266109460876534203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/neighbourhood-school-so-what-if-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4151548527068741891</id><published>2006-05-20T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;article about the disease &lt;i&gt;boresome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;long long time ago, in the east side of singapore, lies the legendary NC0604D. people were often found death due to bore. at that point of time, &lt;i&gt;boresome&lt;/i&gt; are consider an incurable disease. the cause of this disease were mainly due to monotoned lecturer and un-understandable machines. picture below were taken by photographer: audrey, anggerek. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/S%3F%3Fy%20ch%3F%3F%3F%3Fs%3F%3F%28170%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/S%3F%3Fy%20ch%3F%3F%3F%3Fs%3F%3F%28164%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;there are some of the death's picture. picture below may bring indispose. children are advise to watch with their parents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/S%3F%3Fy%20ch%3F%3F%3F%3Fs%3F%3F%28158_2%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/S%3F%3Fy%20ch%3F%3F%3F%3Fs%3F%3F%28144_4%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but now, the cure of this disease had been found. with the help of sequence photo shot and a normal camera phone, people in NC0604D dare to step into the class even with Mr John Yip in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/400/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;reported by: audrey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4151548527068741891?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7332716949981201362</id><published>2006-05-11T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;raining day..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;open the window and let the cold wind blow in. feeling the rain drop on my palm. so cooling.. so calm.. i always does not have the chance to feel the rain like this. when it start to rain, i will run and seek shelter. didnt know that the rain feel like this. didnt know that the wind is so gentler. not until i sit down in my room to feel them. right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;slacking at home today after school.. tired and shag. got p.e to day and we gotta run the field &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; rounds. it had been quite sometimes before i run like this. &lt;i&gt;four months? or half a year. either one&lt;/i&gt;. dashing like there are a sale somewhere out there. first girl in class but last in boys. doesnt want to lose to those guys but, who can win a guy rite? &lt;i&gt;damn it..&lt;/i&gt; hope that i had been training in the long holidays. &lt;i&gt;regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walked home from bedok interchange make me feel that everytime i took a bus, the 65cents(adult fare) is worth the money. dash through the express way with cars horning at me. thanks to hongyun n gang. and you! yes you! anggerek! yes! dont hide! i know you are reading this~ forgetful and blur! never return me the money. i treat this as a slimming lesson in anggerek hood &amp;amp; hongyun center. cost per session? &lt;i&gt;o cents&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trying hard to undestand what the monotoned teacher is trying to say, i failed. again. okie, i admit i suck in physic. but why must we still take science in ITE!!??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7332716949981201362?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7332716949981201362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/raining-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7332716949981201362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7332716949981201362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/raining-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-8482588201201579620</id><published>2006-05-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;lessons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not really the first lesson but at least i learn something ever since i started school. but, circuit design rocks~! although i cannot really connect the wires correctly, but it is way too cool man~ love this course.. wonder why girls hate this course. but they are only five girls in my class. can you imagine that? i'm lucky that i am not the out casted girl. but seriously speaking, our guy are more hyper den the girls. and of course, more out going. the girls in my class were like so dead. feel like i am in the movie of &lt;i&gt;house of the living dead 5&lt;/i&gt;. one girl even looked like she is gonna cry out anytime, anywhere. girl 2: always with a nerdy guy. seriously speaking, i dont really remember much of our class people name. i remember the name, forget the face. or the other way round. &lt;i&gt;laugh&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-8482588201201579620?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8482588201201579620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1962477365886848867</id><published>2006-05-08T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;a trip to zoo&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00549.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;they were so tired that they slept through the whole mrt trip.doesnt care about wat the public sees. three sleep bugs and one book bug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00550.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we reached the entrance. a real one or..?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00551.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;snapped..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;just a reminder, peeing is not allow in pool..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00572.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;is there food for me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;baabaa~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;zzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00586.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;what is the different? the donkey or an ass? &lt;i&gt;answer: Donkey=ass&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00577.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;squirrel caught in act&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;resting time~!! me and mikey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my prince charming?? (bai me wang zi) =&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/DSC00598.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;how many human make up one polar bear??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1962477365886848867?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1962477365886848867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-zoo-they-were-so-tired-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1962477365886848867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1962477365886848867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/05/trip-to-zoo-they-were-so-tired-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7662220895795060851</id><published>2006-04-23T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;class chalet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thought after the graduation we can gather for reunion. but frankly speaking, the chalet was a total failure. the only stupid chinese girl who went to that fucking chalet were kitmun, clarissa and me. &lt;i&gt;and i really mean chinese girl..&lt;/i&gt; not being an anti-social over here, but we felt out-casted and used. i think the only reason and purpose they invite us was to help them shoulder the fee of the chalet. the whole chalet we were sitting there rotting like no people business. on top of that, we have people accusing us of stealing his lousy phone, N70. &lt;i&gt;dame it..&lt;/i&gt; just because we went out during the class chalet doesnt give them the excuse to treat us like thieves. if cannot drink so much, dont drink. and when you are drunk, dont say people stole your phone when you are drunk. &lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7662220895795060851?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7662220895795060851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/class-chalet-thought-after-graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7662220895795060851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7662220895795060851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/04/class-chalet-thought-after-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7435713819850553971</id><published>2006-01-19T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow or other, i felt that everyone around me had changed. including me. i hate to hear from people about how people change and how i had change using that damn stupid watery and dreamy eyes. &lt;i&gt;i had changed.. ya.. whatever.. *roll eyes..&lt;/i&gt; of course people changed. come on! it is not like i am going to stuck forever in my old and childish character and child like body right? imagine a 18 years old girl with a height of 1.65m (ya.. that's me) bothering her mother for bring her to school and buying her sweets. or running around in the neighbourhood block playing block catching. people DO grow up. dont speak to me about how i used to be cheerful and fun loving.. i am still cheerful and fun loving ya? it is just depending on who i am with. if you are not fun loving, then pardon me for not being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;being birth at 1988 december 14&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17 years old is a boring age. &lt;i&gt;why?&lt;/i&gt; cause unlike 16 years old which i get to watch nc 16 show, i cant watch m18 show. get it? (who will understand..) okie.. to put it simper, i cant watch m18 show yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to wait one more year (estimated) before i am 18 although i am born in 1988. damn.. if i had to sign my own starhub line or whatsoever, i had to wait like crazy.. what is the biggest regret? i had to wait till the end of year before i can go clubbing using my own i/c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but what is the good point about being born at the end of year? you wont get sabotage by friends in school and you dont have to go to school on your birthday. laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7435713819850553971?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7435713819850553971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/01/somehow-or-other-i-felt-that-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7435713819850553971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7435713819850553971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/01/somehow-or-other-i-felt-that-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-9045620159616707653</id><published>2006-01-08T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to fisherman and eat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/fisherman2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/fisherman2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking photo.. mikey and me.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/fisherman4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still taking photo.. kitmun and me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/fisherman6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;again.. weehong and me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/fisherman3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;end.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-9045620159616707653?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/9045620159616707653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-fisherman-and-eat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9045620159616707653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/9045620159616707653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2006/01/went-to-fisherman-and-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6306595331595719715</id><published>2006-01-03T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is already the fourth day of a new year. dont really have any goal set yet and i am the only one floating in the middle of nowhere in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had not been a nice girl for mum this year. instead of thanking her for bring me up and supplying me with lots of my favorite instant noodle and cash, i had let her down. coming home late and raising up my voice at her whenever i am feeling down. had a conflict with her just now and we ended up screaming at each other in the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rebellious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a new year&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cut a new hair to start a new year. hopefully everything will go well in this year especially my o level result and relationship with my mum. not forgetting my friendship with my precious friends and colleague(if i can).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6306595331595719715?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-8298197392717631178</id><published>2005-12-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;recalling the first day that i went to work at waraku. it use to be so enjoyable and looked forward to. now it seems to be a chore to even step out of house and travel there. when is it becoming like this? i wonder. i really missed those day when leah will say "tao yan~", tannie will speak to me with her fluent english, nang and phuy phuy will help me out whenever my pantry jammed. happiness and teamwork was what we had. it seems kinda weird to work without the presence of blenden, nang, phuy phuy, leah and tannie. incident about on-san add on to the resent towards watanabe-san and waraku.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the reason that i work lesser and lesser day? is because we are not as united as before. people do change i know. the feeling that i have now is beyond words can describe. not going for work for one month and what i see is new faces. is just like you were on a holiday to japan and came back to find that your family member had gone for plastic surgery. if i do have a chioce, i will rather not working in waraku. but do i have a chioce? &lt;i&gt;answer: NO!&lt;/i&gt; i need cash and i work for the sake of working. hoping the day will pass as soon as possible so that i dont have to suffer. suffering the torture that i have to smile to customer regardless whether am i in a good mood. suffering the torture that i have to put on a mask everytime i work to colleague that i loathe, or even detest. call me hypocrite if you want. to survive is to be hypocritical, whether or not he/she is the person that you hate so much that you almost going to kill him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-971820826950038785</id><published>2005-12-19T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;finally i'm 17! went to &lt;i&gt;the mind cafe&lt;/i&gt; on december 14. had so much fun playing "blackmail". &lt;i&gt;cause audrey like to black mail people. hur hur hur~&lt;/i&gt; hey people! if really had no place to slack with frens, can go the mind cafe. and slack and have a few rounds of board games. just 10 bucks from 2pm to 6pm and you get to eat a main dish, free flow of soft drinks and board game. cheap rite? the down hill? you have to book before going here as there are too many people going there. &lt;i&gt;hey audrey! are you advertising for them?&lt;/i&gt; "camping" at weehong place until 7 plus. so fun! cause i can see the "loon" (other word for nerdy) side of mikey and kitmun. whaha~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-971820826950038785?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/971820826950038785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-im-17-went-to-mind-cafe-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/971820826950038785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/971820826950038785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-im-17-went-to-mind-cafe-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2023074786894110530</id><published>2005-12-09T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;just come back from work.. damn.. very very tired today. not because there was alot of customer. it's the OPPOSITE! so little customer today! OMG! thanx to yukari i'm doing the station today which=nothing to do. third time working with the newbie, tim. so boring. he is not as fun as desiree, jokable as yonglin, crappy as yuexiang and sociable as jovi. but he have the things that all four of them doesnt have. intiative, hard working and really quiet. (im not saying e rest not hard working. but tim is extra hardworking etc.) the only thing that we chat about is "......." (not forgeting the sound of cricket as background) with tim around, i feel like a fool cum useless waitress whom boss paid 7 dollar per hour to do nothing. and i will scared by him when working together with him. one thing, speaking ill about him when he suddenly came in. &lt;em&gt;lolx&lt;/em&gt;. the major point? he floated instead of walking.. i CANT hear his footsteps!! this add on to the mystery and horror aura around him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with kitmun, weilong annd justin on wednesday. on the way home jason called and both justin and weilong started to make disguesting sound like "jason~ jason~" make me so embarrass. i hope jason wont get the wrong idea about me having strange frens and stop calling me to work. -_- if i lost this job, i will know who to bash. &lt;em&gt;*audrey mean it&lt;/em&gt; hur hur hur~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2023074786894110530?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2023074786894110530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-come-back-from-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2023074786894110530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2023074786894110530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-come-back-from-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4721469099325726874</id><published>2005-12-06T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i forget when and forget how,&lt;br /&gt;loving someone from my heart.&lt;br /&gt;to feel hollow,&lt;br /&gt;to feel emptiness in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;what did i missed&lt;br /&gt;what did i desire?&lt;br /&gt;the person whom i missed?&lt;br /&gt;or person that i once loved?&lt;br /&gt;maybe is the time that we first met.&lt;br /&gt;where the time cant go back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4721469099325726874?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4721469099325726874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-forget-when-and-forget-how-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4721469099325726874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4721469099325726874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-forget-when-and-forget-how-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-688742894722065648</id><published>2005-12-05T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;working like i had never been working before. i think i am crazy. yes i am. i work in The Legend's banquet on the 3rd of december and i found out that &lt;i&gt;waraku&lt;/i&gt; is the best job i had worked. minus off the irritating manager who keeps on messing up my ochà(green tea) order and someone who claim that we(the part timer) must respect her. -_-" i dont think that i weill respect someone who doesnt even noe how to respect herself and us. come to think of it, why my boss will hire someone like her? &lt;i&gt;pardon me for being cruel.. but that's the truth&lt;/i&gt; imagine she is doing the room but end up doing jovi's pantry(station where drinks and dessert are made) order and mess her up. i understand that she was trying to help but please tell the ppl i/c that you had done the order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other then the things mention on top, waraku is a great place to work and play in. i had to wear court shoes in banquet but not in waraku. that was the 1st time i try tt shoe on and it HURTS!! kitmun say because i did not "bite" e shoes tat's why it "bite" me. kinda rubbish but in some sense, ya.. -_-" i cant even concerntrate on my work because of that shoes. i hope tat's for the last time it "bite" me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks to the two jobs i mention, i got a fever and a sore throat today.. -_-" why i always fell sick? damn.. anyone can recommend a good doc for me tt cure throat bleeding??!! it HURTS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-688742894722065648?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/688742894722065648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-like-i-had-never-been-working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/688742894722065648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/688742894722065648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/12/working-like-i-had-never-been-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4407550544101239891</id><published>2005-11-22T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm afraid of the dark. especially when i'm alone. dont ever think of switching off the light in my bedroom when i'm awake. my mum had found a job recently that dont coordinate with my sleeping time. she went to bed at 1 smth but i only felt sleepy at 3.. she anti air condition but i'm the president of air condition fan club. how!? so wat we do is, we off the light and on the air condition. one stone kill two bird. then i realise something serious. i needed light more then air condition. i CANT fall alseep without light and darkness wake me up.. -_-" so in the end i went to bed at 3, i fall alseep at 4.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i tend to think alot of things when i cant see anything, lying on bed.. dwelling upon the past and wondering about my future. thinking about how me and my frens had change, thinking will we be back to wat we use to be, thinking will i be able to be in poly nxt year. shots of memories are flashing across my mind like movie film. drowning myself in tears. for the sake of? changing the fact? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3830552452765961228</id><published>2005-11-22T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;whaha~ FINALLY!! the day had come!! sick and tired of the old routine i had been taking for eleven years. getting up at as early as 6 in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;brush my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;maybe had a quick shower,&lt;br /&gt;iron my uniform,&lt;br /&gt;eat my breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;take a bus,&lt;br /&gt;stay in the hot classroom for 2h,&lt;br /&gt;recess,&lt;br /&gt;stay for two hours,&lt;br /&gt;go home,&lt;br /&gt;sleep..&lt;br /&gt;things as boring as this go on and on everyday and haunting me. i could even dream of myself waking up late and rush to school without taking my precious breakfast. &lt;i&gt;omg.. sick.. well, although i admited that i did not go to sch 1 or 2 days in a week..&lt;/i&gt; well, now all this nightmare is gone!! forever!! &lt;i&gt;unless i retain..-_- touch wood&lt;/i&gt; i can do whatever i want to my uniform. yes, anything!! this include burning them, tearing them etc. whaha!! &lt;i&gt;audrey with the evil look&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went to town just now. it's such a coincident to meet kelvin on the train. so i ask him along. we eat plastamania and triple chocolate. damn nice!! the ice cream is heavenly! and i change my clover keychain cause it broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3830552452765961228?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3830552452765961228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/whaha-finally-day-had-come-sick-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3830552452765961228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3830552452765961228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/whaha-finally-day-had-come-sick-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2376112793783385976</id><published>2005-11-11T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/farlaw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/200/farlaw.gif" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sri lanka.. conflicts.. venice.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 pie r.. sin rule.. vectors..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6x10 to the power of 23.. molecular mass..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moments.. faraday's law.. alpha particles..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;abc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crap.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;study have no use..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as if your boss will ask you to find out about triangle using sin rule.. wat's the use man? and does other country affect me? &lt;i&gt;answer: NO!&lt;/i&gt; so why are we studying abt venice and sri lanka? not as if i'm going to miagrate there.. &lt;i&gt;seriously speaking.. nobody would ever think of that..&lt;/i&gt; and wat the hell!? why does it start with my year but not my sister's year? social study is of no use man. and do i recall TAMI MOHAN telling us that sri lanka is taken out of the syallus? &lt;i&gt;answer: YES!&lt;/i&gt; but is it my illusion or the MOE mistaken that sri lanka is in the paper and worth 25 marks? yes! 25 marks! half of my paper! who says study everything abt venice like external and internal reason of fall except for trade? and is the question in the exam? sad to say but yes. wat's the use of scoring A1 for everything if i fail one?(i only have five sub)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope that 23 of november dun come so soon.. yap.. it's the first day of my holiday. but we still have to go bck school to check whether we had paid our school fee and library books not. which mean i had to pay 94 bucks.. and my bill is coming. maybe i should consider cutting off my line. to save $$. oh ya.. internet bill is due too. &lt;i&gt;AH~!!&lt;/i&gt; die die die.. how i wish i am a millionair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2376112793783385976?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2376112793783385976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/sri-lanka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2376112793783385976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2376112793783385976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/sri-lanka.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3744581499736503805</id><published>2005-11-02T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The same old storyline..&lt;br /&gt;The same old character..&lt;br /&gt;The same old lines..&lt;br /&gt;I used to think all these are boring!&lt;br /&gt;I used to think all these belonged to me.&lt;br /&gt;I used to take things for granted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the time were to flow back,&lt;br /&gt;I will think that all these are sweet..&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure the time more..&lt;br /&gt;I will hug you and say&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one will only treasure&lt;br /&gt;when things are gone.Why do I only realize it now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3744581499736503805?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3744581499736503805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/same-old-storyline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3744581499736503805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3744581499736503805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/11/same-old-storyline.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-946321430575218837</id><published>2005-10-31T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saturday bel ask me to go to a bbq gathering of her city harvest church. at first dun really want to go as someone also city harvest. heard that he is not going so i went. i used to thing that city harvest really sucky due to a large amount of people bombing my handphone last time. asking me to join city harvest. get really irritated by that. but then after going for that bbq, i thik that city harvest ppl can be really nice too! &lt;i&gt;provided they dun force me to join city harvest.&lt;/i&gt; exclude the throwing people down event, the whole party &lt;i&gt;or should i say gathering?&lt;/i&gt; went on smoothly. shar(the cell group leader) is nice and doesnt forcce me to join city harvest(out of expected for city harvest member). and they made me a card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/card.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the front view of the card. but actually is vertical de.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/card1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; this is the inside. written "&lt;i&gt;dear audrey, we're Happy to get to know you! Hope that you have lots of fun today and join us many more times again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;love, your happy friends of N289 &amp;  N235&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;interesting people.. well, but i wun get into city harvest. cause i dun like to have commitment. &lt;i&gt;no offent&lt;/i&gt; overall, i enjoy myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-946321430575218837?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/946321430575218837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-bel-ask-me-to-go-to-bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/946321430575218837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/946321430575218837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-bel-ask-me-to-go-to-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-410388323942848711</id><published>2005-10-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happily buying all those white skirt, shoes ect, thinking that i might look great in all those, or even look like snow white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/snow%20white4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;but instead of looking like the graceful famous disney character, snow white, i look more like a penguin skating across the hall or a duckling wobbling on earth..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/untitled1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pair of shoes i bought sure look great on my feet but fail in the comfort wise. why do women like to torture their feet so much? i rather stick with my comfortable sneakers or slipper. now my feet hurt like hell.. but ytd is fun and enjoyable minus off the pain on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to onan road and have our first and last time dinner with my classmate. but dont really eat much cause there are lots &lt;/i&gt;and i really mean a lot!&lt;/i&gt; of flying ant around us. and some even &lt;strong&gt;bold &lt;/strong&gt;enough to "sit" on my rice. you can oso see flying ants floating on top of the soup. &lt;i&gt;yikes!!~&lt;/i&gt; my hair on my hands, legs and watever, stand like it have never had. lihua, julia, kitmun and me just have to use "i'm full" as a excuse to leave the table. halfway through the strolling, mingyueh (who jux arrived) dragged kitmun back to the flying ant's nest. lolx! &lt;i&gt;poor thing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo session begin and all of us were taking pictures nope stop. tune in to my photo gallery for photoes nxt week! kitmun and jackson? cheewen appear in the picture he had not take? wat's going on?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;meet up weilong, justin, kitmun, guanjie and chengyi after weilong's work. unlucky follows kitmun as we walk under a tree. head shot by a bird. understand? woowoh! enjoyment the whole day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;conclusion: un-forgetable day! high and super mega fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-410388323942848711?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/410388323942848711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/happily-buying-all-those-white-skirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/410388323942848711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/410388323942848711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/happily-buying-all-those-white-skirt.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2204381154334950404</id><published>2005-10-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah!! finally last week is over! i had to live by five dollar last week. so pathetic. but finally, this week has come and i have $$ le! i get my tuition fee on sunday but i get it very difficultly. cause i am telling that china lady that day i'm surpose to get the pay as it is the 12th time i taght him already. but she replied in a very china tone (and of course in mandrian) "are you sure? really or not? i thought still have one more week to go?" hey.. come on larx.. will i want to cheat her money or not.. i just want to have what's belong to me.. so i take out my ca&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/whiteSkirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/whiteSkirt.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lender which stated which day i came to teacher him(that little china boy). then she said "oh.. ya.." with a sour face (maybe she tought i never note it down or something) then went to take money. phew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday i did not go to school. in the morning study my QA which started on this coming thursday. at abt 230, i meet up my frens and go shopping on the things for graduation night. i have no choice but to buy a new skirt because we(my sister and i) dont have a skirt that is over knee length. all extremly short. &lt;i&gt;my pay!! T_T it's gone again! &lt;/i&gt;bought a new white &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="107" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/heels.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;shoes on that day. i like it a lot. but i think that kind of shoes i will not often wear out. then on tuesday, i bought a KNEE LENGTH skirt from wisma orchard. finally get everything that i needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2204381154334950404?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2204381154334950404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-finally-last-week-is-over-i-had-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2204381154334950404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2204381154334950404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-finally-last-week-is-over-i-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4936631323639325121</id><published>2005-10-16T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/angelpix.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/angelpix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from time to time, i turned around. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/angel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; to see you once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;disappointment&lt;/i&gt; is what i get&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;i&gt;sadness&lt;/i&gt; is how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;heard&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/angelpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;miss&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;is you i &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;second by second,&lt;br /&gt;the time past.&lt;br /&gt;day by day,&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;i&gt;scar&lt;/i&gt; grows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/angelpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;month by month,&lt;br /&gt;my heart &lt;i&gt;dispirited&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i wait no more,&lt;br /&gt;and no more wait.&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;i&gt;grieved&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;begrudge&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/angelpix.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4936631323639325121?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4936631323639325121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-time-to-time-i-turned-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4936631323639325121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4936631323639325121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/from-time-to-time-i-turned-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7668790150468194247</id><published>2005-10-10T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. being "scolded" by my area manager on saturday.. partly thanks to somebody&lt;i&gt; let's name her "G"&lt;/i&gt; who nv turn up for work for two days.. -_- and partly her fault that my salary was deducted twenty bucks.. -_- cause i ask G to help me tell my manager that i am unable to work full shift for sat(8 oct) on sat(1 oct), also to help me check my shift. but ended up to&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; get my scehedule only on wed(5 oct) and full shift.. -_- so i called G to ask why she doesn&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t help me tell my manager that i cant work and i get the reply as "huh!? you NEVER ask me to tell LOR!" &lt;/i&gt;audrey.. dun emphasis the word larx.. -_-&lt;/i&gt; so i got no choice but to ask her to replace me. and of course, plan rejected.and so, my pay is deducted and i work for 5 hour for 4 bucks.. &lt;i&gt;poor thing&lt;/i&gt; well.. i'm at fault too for not asking her earlier when i didnt receive her sms.. it takes both hands to clap. but one should not lie too. you'll get what i meant. &lt;i&gt;for ppl who are clever enough&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7668790150468194247?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7668790150468194247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7668790150468194247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7668790150468194247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1598707429212540812</id><published>2005-10-07T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/Nokia_32306.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all right.. another blow to me.. i am unable to use my phone for a few days.. s&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/Nokia_32302.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o people who read this, dont bother to bomb my phone with tons of smses and calls when i did not reply. &lt;i&gt;no one will do that silly! or shall i say no one will remember you!(lame..)&lt;/i&gt; should i say i'm bless now or shall i say the bad luck is going to follow me forever?? the bless is that, i dont have to entertain those UNWELCOME strangers or even UNWELCOME "friends" who wont even give me a break by bombing my poor phone with average of 20 smses per day and 100 over calls per day!! come on! give me a break man! dont you get it? if a person doesnt answer ur call or even reply ur sms, it means that he/she doesnt want you to disturb him/her! and i mean FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;and all thanks to that SOMEBODY! i dont even dare to pick up private calls. so people who had called me using private number, i'm sorry for not picking up ya phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1598707429212540812?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1598707429212540812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1598707429212540812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1598707429212540812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6614059768663017623</id><published>2005-10-01T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday went to tampines mall and brought a jacket. yeah!! finally! cause i aimed for that jacket for a long time le. and i manage to grap the last piece. went to watch corpse bride on the same day. i think that the movie was great. not many people will like that,though, cause it was in musical form. went back to waraku(where i work) to eat. ordered spicy ramen and become super mega big size ramen. whaha! so i divided it into three portion for lin and xiang. (not really in equall portion as i eaten most of it. whaha!) den sabo 'em by adding chili powder in their portion while they are working. &lt;i&gt;evil audrey&lt;/i&gt; but they doesnt seems to notice it. plan failed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/jacko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/200/jacko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday got a big suprise from jackkson.. -_-" he cut his hair bald leaving his fridge and tail. like those little kid you see in china running around in the alley. so during the free period, a photo session is organised for him. lolx. feel like taking a scissors and cut off his fridge. whaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/jacko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/jacko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6614059768663017623?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6614059768663017623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-went-to-tampines-mall-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6614059768663017623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6614059768663017623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-went-to-tampines-mall-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-8251279417830438720</id><published>2005-09-27T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:43.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/undo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/200/undo1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/undo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to find back everything that I have lost?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to be like what I am in the past?&lt;br /&gt;Will i..?&lt;br /&gt;Time can heal almost everything but at the same time, changes almost everything. What had done can never be undone. Life is not like a game. We cant click on the undo button and replay it again. Neither can we save our life and replay again if anything get wrong. We cant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-8251279417830438720?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8251279417830438720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-i-be-able-to-find-back-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8251279417830438720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8251279417830438720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/will-i-be-able-to-find-back-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6969470811247778877</id><published>2005-09-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Cocktail" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061574058_pcocktail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6969470811247778877?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6969470811247778877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/cocktail-which-alcoholic-drink-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6969470811247778877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6969470811247778877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/cocktail-which-alcoholic-drink-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1281133691794335975</id><published>2005-09-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;have been studying for math this few days. hmm.. it seems like yesterday is maths day. cause even in sch, i had three hours of math and extra two hour after sch of math. boring.. if i dun pass my o level math, i will hate myself for wasting all my time on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;been teaching a primary one kid for english. &lt;i&gt;dun ask me how do i get tis job even though i am poor in my english&lt;/i&gt; he came from china and NEVER touch english before. so i have to teach him all from ABC.. he cant even recognize them well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1281133691794335975?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1281133691794335975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-been-studying-for-math-this-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1281133691794335975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1281133691794335975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/have-been-studying-for-math-this-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6145807798649322783</id><published>2005-09-19T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/1600/HeartSha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2638/364/320/HeartSha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. yesterday was mooncake festival. i often spend this day with my sworn sisters. a bit disappointed as it is the second year we miss this gathering. so fast it is the tenth year we are together as sworn sisters le. all these seems like yesterday to me. and what's the best part of the story? i spend my mooncake festival with two very impossible ppl. lolx.( normally is either i spend it with my sworn sister, or i spend the day through alone.) but it end up to be very enjoyable as we tried to burn down my friend's house. lolx. this is a heart shape make up by candles. nice rite?&lt;br /&gt;today suppose to go school. but end up going to a doctor.. &lt;i&gt;i thought you plan it yesterday le?&lt;/i&gt; dun feel like going to school + having slight fever. &lt;i&gt;+ alittle bit bon dang larx&lt;/i&gt; sleep for the whole day like a pig, friends call oso dunnoe how to wake up.. diaox... now i think the medicine is acting up again. feel like sleeping le.. ZzZz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6145807798649322783?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6145807798649322783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6145807798649322783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6145807798649322783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1828197133537830702</id><published>2005-09-17T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;sick....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;damn..&lt;/i&gt; having a serious headache.. waited for so long before i get mine resting day yesterday, but i FELL SICK! &lt;i&gt;kelian~&lt;/i&gt; serious sore throat and serious cold. &lt;i&gt;exactly how serious?&lt;/i&gt; i have been feeling the fever coming up this few days. but WHY DUN IT COME UP??!! the feeling is horrible when you noe that a fever is coming up but it just dun. (pls note: the feeling of headache is there but u cant take medicine cause no fever.) so PEOPLE!! but take good care of urself worx. dun end up like me den die.. expecially those who are taking their Os and Ns tis year. dun get dengue and repeat one more year.&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. staying at home for the whole 48 hour seems like forever.. started to rot off le. WHO CAN PULL ME OUT OF THIS ROTTING HOUSE?? &lt;i&gt;stop shouting audrey.. dun you noe how to walk out of the damn house urself?? stupid girl..&lt;/i&gt; ya hur.. never thought of that. okay! i swear i must go out tmr. go and find friends now. hur hur hur!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1828197133537830702?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1828197133537830702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1828197133537830702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1828197133537830702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7885488638389781277</id><published>2005-09-15T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.. dunnoe why tis few days i get so tired so easily. i even fall asleep during exam!! can u believe that?? &lt;i&gt;OMG! audrey..&lt;/i&gt; i went home immediatly after school ytd. and i took a nap. well, i am suprise because i dun normally take a nap you see. and i sleep for 1 hour yesterday and &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; hour today! wow.. not going to fall asleep tonite.. -_- fortunately, i dun have school for tmr. Cheers~!&lt;br /&gt;today a lot of things happen. weird things i shall say. a guy came and take number from me.(we were under a block) but  wat's the weird part? he kept on asking me and crystal a lot of things like "your school allow students to dye hair meh?" to crystal. so crystal doesnt seems to like wat he ask and reply "bnss teacher ask you to spy us issit? ask so much for wat." cool huh. den tis guy kept on saying smth like "i today shld go to ns de. but i quarrel wid the sir." hello? i didnt ask you that.. he add "i really doesnt have the mood ytd lorx. den i scold him bck.." &lt;i&gt;please note: it's the first day i met tis guy.&lt;/i&gt; y was him telling us so much abt how he is feeling and what so ever. i dun really care you noe? he ask me too much things that i cant help but to say "hello~? are you doing some kind of survey thingy?  why are you asking so much?" he even tell us a story abt how a cat sleep in the exhust pipe of the super mega big truck(he say) and when they start the engine, the cat got burn. &lt;i&gt;gross...&lt;/i&gt; (we were playing the cat when he say that. so we go &lt;i&gt;eh..&lt;/i&gt; and move away frm the cat.)  he leave with a stupid reason like "i have to go home and cook. my dad's luch time." &lt;i&gt;are you sure u are doing all the cooking?&lt;/i&gt; i didnt ask him to stay and CHAT with me either..&lt;br /&gt;den a while more, an old men at his sixties with a chubby grandson came to sit with us. &lt;i&gt;remember? we were under a block.&lt;/i&gt; den he kept on telling us story abt allah(god of his religion). smth like god doesnt have a figure and the story of a man who met with the god and make this conclusion. boring.. but i dun dare to say out. well, he is an elderly after all. so we jux listen to wat he have to say. he oso tell us to study hard. his child(got 6) all in big business cause they study hard. at least i learn smth. crystal came out with a  reason and get us out of his conversation. i think that place is a chatting cafe. lolx. cause everyone likes to chat over there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7885488638389781277?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7885488638389781277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7885488638389781277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7885488638389781277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/hmm_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2274250451122841177</id><published>2005-09-13T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>having an exam today.. dun feel like going to sch at first. i have no choice but to go. damn.. today the physic was so hard that tt i leave quite alot of blanks. i hope that's not the standard of o level. &lt;i&gt; wake up audrey.. THAT's the standard of o level..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2274250451122841177?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2274250451122841177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/having-exam-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2274250451122841177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2274250451122841177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/having-exam-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3649334552664098205</id><published>2005-09-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>final get my computer up and running. and what's the most exciting part?? it's a unlimited use boardband! yeah! end of happiness and back to realistic. this feww days i'm having my prelims. it is not that my paper is hard so i'm worring. i know how to do all the question but i always run out of time. die.. not going to make it.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;just now as i'm checking my mail, i get a few updates from frenster about my fren's blog. out of curiousity, i went to look. after i read his blog, my point of view towards him changes. i use to think that he is a irritating person and i find him a nusience of bragging abt how he look and how great he did for his exam(when he is not even the top ten). well, i admit that i kind of jealous abt how he goes on in his life. he seems to be "problemless" and happy go lucky. but things change when i read his blog. he is writing smth abt his ex and the word he use to describe his feeling are great. i can really feel how he feels. i admire his usage of words. a few days ago i'm feeling how he feels. and as one of my gal-friend said, time will heal everything. i tend to forget abt those sad past and get on with my life. i hope that he can do the same things too although i still dislike him.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;time to catch some sleep. still have my exam tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3649334552664098205?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3649334552664098205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-get-my-computer-up-and-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3649334552664098205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3649334552664098205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/09/final-get-my-computer-up-and-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2569475712286770807</id><published>2005-07-26T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally today i change a new skin for my blog. but it is still a little bit under construction. hope u all dont mind. anyway, dont you all think that tis skin is cute? i love this skin. yesterday i never go to school. lolx. i kinda sprain my leg so i take a leave for one day. today is freexing! i nearly turn into a frozen air pork. luckily i bought my adidas jacket to sch as the english lesson was at ava room. nowadays my vision is failing. i wonder if i'm gettin old or i wore the wrong degree.  wat does that tells? &lt;i&gt;must measure your degree before buying the contact lenses&lt;/i&gt; anyway, that's all for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2569475712286770807?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2569475712286770807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-today-i-change-new-skin-for-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2569475712286770807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2569475712286770807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally-today-i-change-new-skin-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6742737179097072356</id><published>2005-07-01T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix.. long time never blog in. last mth i have been busy with my work and studies. actually only work larx.. lolx. anyway, i finally bought a new phone liao. ppl who read tis blog, please msg me!! cause i lost all the contact number when i lost the phone. &lt;i&gt;ke lian~&lt;/i&gt; ..the police haven return me my adidas sling bag. kind of miss it already(and my sister is nagging me abt the bag already..) last sunday i went to the hospital and visit guanjie. i saw tubes poking in his wriast.. my mind go, "oh my god!". i didnt know that his situatin is that bad until i see it with my own eyes. after we go visit him, i suddenly feel alot. time flies and i'm in secondary five now. secondary one seems like yesterday and n level seems like a minute ago. (hmm.. why do i feel so much out of no where..) i'm stress both abt my work and academic. the quiting and change of attitude in my fren make me feel scare abt going to sch. i do not know whether i am thinking too much or that's the truth. i dun feel belonged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6742737179097072356?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6742737179097072356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/07/haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6742737179097072356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6742737179097072356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/07/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2310051503895100631</id><published>2005-05-10T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix.. damn. why my image did not work again? having mid year now. i think i will fail all the paper badly. all tis while happened lotsa things.. like i have been dreaming and i finally woke up to find all the things untrue. how i hope tat i never wake up. how i hope that the dreams will go on. but as everyone know, dream is a dream.. &lt;i&gt;what am i talking about??&lt;/i&gt; stress and tired.. hope i can rest. been working like crazy girl tis few weeks. i'm shage. think i need a long rest. emotionly and physically..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2310051503895100631?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2310051503895100631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/05/haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2310051503895100631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2310051503895100631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/05/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2514253956498892967</id><published>2005-04-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey guys, tis is a new skin. not so pretty though. lolx. but less problem~! okay.. still dun haf a tagboard and link yet. but will keep on updating de. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2514253956498892967?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2514253956498892967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-guys-tis-is-new-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2514253956498892967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2514253956498892967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/04/hey-guys-tis-is-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-8173630017613488314</id><published>2005-01-11T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/640/TheGang.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/200/TheGang.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gang!! oppx.. the couple behind..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-8173630017613488314?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/8173630017613488314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/gang-oppx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8173630017613488314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/8173630017613488314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/gang-oppx.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-6394306486896513505</id><published>2005-01-11T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/640/Me%26Lin.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/200/Me%26Lin.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lin~!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-6394306486896513505?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/6394306486896513505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-and-lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6394306486896513505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/6394306486896513505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/me-and-lin.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4404024091650953033</id><published>2005-01-11T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/640/Dale%26Me(01).jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/187/2932/200/Dale%26Me(01).jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dale and me!! see the different between the chiobu and ugly guy. (j.k only okay?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4404024091650953033?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4404024091650953033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/dale-and-me-see-different-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4404024091650953033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4404024091650953033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/dale-and-me-see-different-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7847257434900811239</id><published>2005-01-09T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Morpheus" src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1061401756_topdreams2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/??"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7847257434900811239?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7847257434900811239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/morpheus-which-of-greek-gods-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7847257434900811239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7847257434900811239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/morpheus-which-of-greek-gods-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1813603223385152200</id><published>2005-01-05T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyox! a real long time never blog in. whahaha! tis year going to take o level liao. stress! but clever me will pass(bahx). tis year had been admit to a class that i dun like so much. cause some of the 4g students such as liyun and maybeline not in our class le. no ppl for me to bully in fnn class le. (may) haha. *evil audrey* tis year some of the 4h student come to our class and study so our class a bit weird.. not as fun as 4g le. (and of cause not as team work as last time.) kinda sad. but will learn to get use to the class.. (maybe in one year time.. lolx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1813603223385152200?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1813603223385152200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/yoyox-real-long-time-never-blog-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1813603223385152200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1813603223385152200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2005/01/yoyox-real-long-time-never-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7339437995250549945</id><published>2004-05-30T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whatever u all want to belief.. the person in the tag not mi. i didnt say all those things. the person who immitate me.. stop it liao lorx. u are so childish to think out all those thing to harm me. u are NOT FIt to immitate my name. and whoever who did that, let me tell you, i WONT BE DEFEATED by all the things that u did. and i rather spend the time on those more important hings and not on this kind of chidlish and unimportant thing that you do. it's just too bad that your mum have you as her child. hahahah!! if u want to challenge me, chanllenge me face to face. dun use tis kind of xia san lan method lorx. you just afraid to face me rite? hahah! so in conclusion, you are just a coward and wont face thing when it happen. this kind of person sure will lose in any fighting or quarraling. haha! let mi tell ou. ya! so wat if i am being isolate? i rather to be by myself if i were to be with so many hypocrite frens and frens that are not true to you. i isolate them. not they isolate me. so wat if that's not the truth? i rather think like that to give myself more confidents. rather then dying infont of the enemies. haha!! now i just content with just puiluan and xiaowei lorx! who noes that if one day they will oso isolate mi? i just pass one day like that and wait till the day it comes. anyway to me, being isolate is not a big deal. is's only fren mah! thanx to SOMEONE that tells me fren wont be forever and fren is for betraying and to be make use of. now i learn it by heart. this mes below is to kitmun: haha! ya! so wat if i just kill someone and say sorry? anyway die de ren is not me mah! who care rite? at least i more manner den you. i bother to say sorry to someone that i hurt. not like you.. and who are you to let me say sorry? the fault doesnt lie with mi now. it's you. those who hate me may say "see! she is denied it now" but tell you, it's the truth. there's no way i can onvinced you all and i am going to save my own breathe. those who belief mi may just belief. yu amy say now no one will belief u. but who cares! i believe in myself and you ur self noe the truth. ask yourself whether you are in wrong before you say anything. to someone that stole my handphone once, do you have any right to say me? haha! well, you ppl listen up! she stolen alot of thing lorx! can ask gek etc de. KITMUN! you force me to say all this out. u have piss me off! i never say u, u come and insult me in my blog. you ask for it. i just cant count how many things you have stolen and how much money you have cheated from the guys that loves you. i just feel sorry for whoever loves you deeply but in the end, being make use by you. i hope jun an wont be next horx! and oso! forget ee yang larx! focus on ur jun an. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7339437995250549945?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7339437995250549945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/05/whatever-u-all-want-to-belief.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7339437995250549945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7339437995250549945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/05/whatever-u-all-want-to-belief.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-1054520788132608268</id><published>2004-05-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yox! after that sucky incident i finally recover from all those ppl's hurtful words. and sorry for taking so long to post another blog.hmm.. let see.. this few day had happen alot of unhappy atuff. and u saw wat i wrote..... really unhappy.. my pet rabbit, maomao was dead on the 25 of may 2004 at 0515. it already had the symtom of dying in the past few days. everytime i touch it, i seems to be touching her bone. she has decrease in her weight in such a way that it doesnt look any similiar like my furry and fat maomao.. and how i regret that i didnt hug her more when she is still alive and take good care of her more. how i miss the days when i wake up in the morning and she lick my leg when i am cookin noodles.. and she will hop to me whenever i open the fridge or get near her. sometimes when i get home, i will start to miss her when i didnt heard the noise that she make run here and there and the noise she make by tearing always her newspaper. i still cant accept the fact that the furry thing is gone forever and i wont get the chance to touch, hug and feed her bread any more.. well, she does leave a very huge impact in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-1054520788132608268?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/1054520788132608268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/05/yox-after-that-sucky-incident-i-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1054520788132608268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/1054520788132608268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/05/yox-after-that-sucky-incident-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7503718099303025818</id><published>2004-04-30T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, thanx for the people who care abt mi. :P anyway, tues i find out who spreaded it liao. actually is peipei say but not she spread de larx. but i still dun get it y she must add the sentence "aud and ben hold hand".. i often tot tat the relation between her okay liao. but i never expected to be her. one thing i can be glad abt is tt, the person who spread not kitmun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed, someone spreaded tt i told towhong tt the person who hold hand with ben is xiaowei not me. den i nearly jue jiao with her.. hate tt person who's doing it. if i find out who started it first, hehe.. (evil audrey) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaowei and puiluan is tose frenx tt i cant lose. cause they really are good frens. in the past seok oso de.. haix. nvm. although smt xiaowei can be quite irritating and if got new fren will forget old fren de.. but in total wise, she's quite okay. lolx. (dun hit me xiaowei~!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tues when i am finding out who spread the hold hand thingy, i called guanjie. i ask him whether he belief the rumours anot his answer was, "if dun belief, i could have slaped u liao." i hate his answer and everything. cause i noe he believe. he doesnt have to lie. and on tt nite, he said many things tt i really dun wish to see his face and be fren with him anymore. i maybe childish but to those ppl who actually heard wat he said, u will think tt his de one who should be slap. tt's my personal comment. anyway, i think tt the most regretful thing i ever done in my whole life is steading with him. and how i'm glad tt we broke off le. if u see tis, gaunjie, i tell u, u are the worse guy i ever met before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7503718099303025818?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7503718099303025818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-thanx-for-people-who-care-abt-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7503718099303025818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7503718099303025818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-thanx-for-people-who-care-abt-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4239663538622752042</id><published>2004-04-24T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thursday, we didnt go for the chinese enrichment. dunnoe wat happen to ber ber. worried for her. wish that she and her classmate will be okay especially TT eugene. anyway, tt day xiaowei(potato), puiluan, ben, kenneth, jeremy and i was playing water in the school. and i remember someone saying, no wonder singapore no water. lolx. school was fill with the water tt we played. and i took the strawberry drink and pour on ben. half guilty and half thinking tt he deserve it for pouring water right into my face at the begining. but i still get my punishment for "dyeing" his uniform into half red. he pour me back with ice lemon tea. not so bad lar. luckily not green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, actually i want to go open another line de. but my sis got a paper until eight smt. den i went for a movie with puiluan, ben and xiaowei. 50 first date was a very funny movie. lolx. never regret watching tis movie. but THAT ben kept scaring mi with the picture of dawn of the dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!! to day going to open line!! bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4239663538622752042?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4239663538622752042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/thursday-we-didnt-go-for-chinese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4239663538622752042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4239663538622752042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/thursday-we-didnt-go-for-chinese.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-7535992333029508321</id><published>2004-04-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so happy! sunday just brought a new 3200. although 3200 not very good but i fufill the dream of having a camera phone. today damn tired.. just after the NAFA test. my sit and reach sure fail liao. cause only 22cm! how!! (panick audrey) never mind. let moi show off a bit. finally in my whole sec sch life, i get 172cm. (happy and excited audrey) but den i only got 1 for moi incline pull up. haix.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i very tired but i still wanna complete tis entry. i had not been toking to guanjie for about three day le. think tt we are breaking AGAIN. so much trouble in just two mths. if i noe tt time i wont stead with him. now like make until my fault like tt. lotsa stuff to complain. but no ppl to heard moi complain le. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i saw liyun came back to school. happy that she is back again. oso found out tt maybe she wont be expelled. but i think i got no right to be happy for her. cause now she think i was the one who cause her nearly expell, although she jolly well know tt it isnt me.... well, never mind.. just let her think wat ever  she want lorx. anyway, i hope tt she wont be expell again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-7535992333029508321?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/7535992333029508321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-happy-sunday-just-brought-new-3200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7535992333029508321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/7535992333029508321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/so-happy-sunday-just-brought-new-3200.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3660541126284257393</id><published>2004-04-17T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/carmabell/1076893047_ctureswind.jpg" border="0" alt="wind"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Elemant is Wind. 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(PICTURES)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3660541126284257393?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3660541126284257393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/element-youre-elemant-is-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3660541126284257393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3660541126284257393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/element-youre-elemant-is-wind.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2942212975619869201</id><published>2004-04-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another day~~ quite sian. cause my mother quarral with dunnoe who on the phone. i dun like to hear her voice when she is quarreling with someone. it irritates me. just say mi unfillial for saying things like tt. hmm.. just add eeyang's testimonial. den i realise tt the testimonial can only write such few words. wat to say? i finally make up a decision towards seok matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunnoe y i everytime heard my handphone's "hua duo kai hao le" i very excited. whaha! cause must be xm de ppl call. den when heard the bring me to life is dangerous ppl call like cheewen. hahah. better not let him heard wat i say. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2942212975619869201?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2942212975619869201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-day-quite-sian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2942212975619869201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2942212975619869201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-day-quite-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-4391244602928692889</id><published>2004-04-14T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038270865_PicsHeaven.jpg" border="0" alt="Heaven"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You come from Heaven.  You're the purest of pure, a&lt;br&gt;saint.  You're probably an angel sent directly&lt;br&gt;from Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Did Your Soul Originate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-4391244602928692889?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/4391244602928692889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-come-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4391244602928692889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/4391244602928692889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/you-come-from-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5799911163335890727</id><published>2004-04-14T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoyox~ yesterday never go to sch. relax for one day to straight things out of moi mind. but it doesnt seems to be of any help. tok to seok on the msn today. depression now. haha. cause still dunnoe y she angry with me. sua.. never mind. one day and sometime, she will tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to the food court and have my dinner with my sister. looking at the stall where the superstar song use to be playing and the long and comfortable old place where xiongmei use to sit, sadden me. wat have become of us? still think of any hope tt it can be reform but the truth is obvious. looking at just the state mi and seok is. just wanna concertrate on my studies and think nothing. hopefully the time can heal anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haix.. dun really noe who is looking at my blog.. dun even dare to say what's in my heart now. wat is the  world becoming to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5799911163335890727?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5799911163335890727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/yoyox-yesterday-never-go-to-sch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5799911163335890727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5799911163335890727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/yoyox-yesterday-never-go-to-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-2078004524659591483</id><published>2004-04-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haix. long time never write again. still hope someone will continue come and check out this pathetic webby of mine. in this few mth happen alot of things. hayy and sad. quarrel with alot of frens lorx. now den i noe why in the past i think tt no one is to be trusted. just remember some sad thingy in the past. haix.. thought tt it will be all over but still, it happen again. kit mun kit mun. fight with her again. because of a idiotic fan. she move her table all the way to the back just becase she want to use the fan. make all of us at the back suffer in silnt. i so angry tt i ask her to move behind den she dun want. i said " you hot behind cramp lehx!" den she angry le. up till now she still angry. i should be the one more angry okay. now ecome my fault lorx! at first everyone say hot so i take the initiative to ask. now kit mun angry all blame me for telling her. seok is another one. she ownself say she hate peipei till like shit like tt. now she and pei so gd. dunnoe waht she is up to. still say me hypocrite. look at urself first before you say me lar seok. dun think u everytime is rite de. i noe u will read so i sae de lorx. dun dare to pick up my phone and mes mi back. coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-2078004524659591483?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/2078004524659591483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/haix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2078004524659591483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/2078004524659591483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/04/haix.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-5252867662999545907</id><published>2004-03-14T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/arcticglow/1059481244_sPSPicepic.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x86e5de4)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are ice. You have a cold exterior but a warm&lt;br&gt;heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/arcticglow/quizzes/What%20element%20is%20your%20soul%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What element is your soul?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-5252867662999545907?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/5252867662999545907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-ice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5252867662999545907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/5252867662999545907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-ice.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1652325281300565027.post-3718783146916415108</id><published>2004-03-14T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:40:44.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hihi~ tis is my new website! i can ensure you that the same old problem would not occur in this site any more. and i hope that you all can continue support my site as you all did to my last webby. the layout is still the same as i have feeling to my layout already. hehe~ but when i found another layout, i will change. check back soon~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1652325281300565027-3718783146916415108?l=a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/feeds/3718783146916415108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/03/hihi-tis-is-my-new-website-i-can-ensure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3718783146916415108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1652325281300565027/posts/default/3718783146916415108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-never-ending-story.blogspot.com/2004/03/hihi-tis-is-my-new-website-i-can-ensure.html' title=''/><author><name>Momo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08385929387644307255</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
