<?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-11623030</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:08:49.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeAvEn N eArTh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-5990649025013643334</id><published>2007-10-15T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:26:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last post!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwUq4nSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tj91s6BBPOs/s1600-h/bin,+joc,+jeremy%27s+present+n+mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449026548964642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwUq4nSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tj91s6BBPOs/s320/bin,+joc,+jeremy%27s+present+n+mi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwUq4nTI/AAAAAAAAADE/247ecJ2GUDQ/s1600-h/char,+mi+n+beng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449026548964658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwUq4nTI/AAAAAAAAADE/247ecJ2GUDQ/s320/char,+mi+n+beng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwkq4nUI/AAAAAAAAADM/XoSrHnjaI6M/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449030843931970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwkq4nUI/AAAAAAAAADM/XoSrHnjaI6M/s320/DSC04677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKxEq4nVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-WtJ48wsRM4/s1600-h/DSC04713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449039433866578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKxEq4nVI/AAAAAAAAADU/-WtJ48wsRM4/s320/DSC04713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKxUq4nWI/AAAAAAAAADc/oxxUCKuRGqA/s1600-h/john+n+mi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121449043728833890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKxUq4nWI/AAAAAAAAADc/oxxUCKuRGqA/s320/john+n+mi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wahaha. Yuan lai this post has being hidding among my drafts! Okies. This should be my last post on this blog. I'm moving!!! Ask me if you want to view. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do visit my blogshops at:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daroyalgarage.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.daroyalgarage.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; or&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://highstreetchic.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://highstreetchic.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keke. ciaos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-5990649025013643334?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/5990649025013643334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=5990649025013643334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5990649025013643334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5990649025013643334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-post.html' title='Last post!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RxMKwUq4nSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tj91s6BBPOs/s72-c/bin,+joc,+jeremy%27s+present+n+mi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-3779700785762054864</id><published>2007-09-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T22:36:30.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9.1.1,  You dono how much it meant to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RuanvXEP2nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FNBHXPDUgHE/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RuanvXEP2nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FNBHXPDUgHE/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108955259385928306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-3779700785762054864?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/3779700785762054864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=3779700785762054864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/3779700785762054864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/3779700785762054864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/09/911-you-dono-how-much-it-meant-to-me.html' title='9.1.1,  You dono how much it meant to me'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/RuanvXEP2nI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FNBHXPDUgHE/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-1207286578813681707</id><published>2007-09-10T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:13:02.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique Iglesias - Somebody's me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/--YIeC0zvA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/--YIeC0zvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, do you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;Like, I remember you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend your life, going back in your mind to that time?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I, I walk the streets alone&lt;br /&gt;I hate being on my own,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone can see that,&lt;br /&gt;I really fell, and I'm going through hell.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about you with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cant breathe, without you its lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see,&lt;br /&gt;that somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, how did we go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;It was so good, and now its gone&lt;br /&gt;And i pray at night, that our path's soon will cross.&lt;br /&gt;What we had, isn't lost.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are always right here in my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cant breathe, without you its lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see,&lt;br /&gt;that somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be in my life, even if im not in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're in my memory...&lt;br /&gt;You, when you remember me?&lt;br /&gt;...And before you set me free, oh listen please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody wants you,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needs you.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody dreams about you every single night.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody cant breathe, without you its lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody hopes that one day you will see,&lt;br /&gt;that somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;That somebody's me.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's me...&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's me...&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-1207286578813681707?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/1207286578813681707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=1207286578813681707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/1207286578813681707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/1207286578813681707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/09/enrique-iglesias-somebodys-me.html' title='Enrique Iglesias - Somebody&apos;s me'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-4712719582604340283</id><published>2007-09-02T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T10:58:44.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To all the bastard bros in da world</title><content type='html'>Shit You!!! Who do you think you are? King? Like fuck! This idiot 11-years-old boy named HAN XING JIAN just dono what is call respect. What he did is totally shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HXJ throw those twisted wires(what appear is totally junk ) at da shoe area for 2 FULL DAYS. Then my grandma thought it is another piece of junk he collect from outside n twisted it to keep it. In case you dono, HXJ is well-known in my family to collect pieces n pieces of junk and bring home. He is da potential Junk Collector. He saw it and he start to throw a tantrum, saying how important it is and demand my grandma to compensate him $100 for his loss. What shit. Which idiot will throw their important things there? Obviously he don't use his brain. Then he start to scold my grandma.. all those C n B words. Totally no respect at all. He cant even make a cup of milo. All he know is "Grandma.. milo"... "Grandma.. I want to eat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally cannot stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like.. hello.... bossing our grandma around like that is already unforgiven.. and now you're verbally abusing her..? Is that even half right? Of course my mom side my grandma and get scoldings from HXJ as well. Argh.. it is not da first time dat he treat them like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to reason with him. But realised later that it is totally of no use. Because reasoning with someone who don't even use his brain is totally a waste of time. Can he even spell 'reasoning'? I slapped him twice. Shiok. And get lotsa scratches on my arm from him. Argh. It's bleeding. I wonder if i will get infection because he is a dirty junk collector who don't bath everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can he learn. Firstly, he cant study. Secondly, he only know how to sit in front of da computer or TV everyday. Thirdly, he show no respect to da elderly at all. So what is he good for..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-4712719582604340283?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/4712719582604340283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=4712719582604340283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/4712719582604340283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/4712719582604340283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/09/to-all-bastard-bros-in-da-world.html' title='To all the bastard bros in da world'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-6119620807705375302</id><published>2007-06-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:11:57.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry- Rihanna</title><content type='html'>Sharing this song by Rihanna. Quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never leave my heart open&lt;br /&gt;Never hurts me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Relationships don't get deep to me&lt;br /&gt;Never got the whole in love thing&lt;br /&gt;And someone can say they love me truely&lt;br /&gt;But at the time it didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, i'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, my tears i'll drown&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hurting me to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we spent so much time&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda never let you hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe why i'm sad to see us apart&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, i'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, my tears i'll drown&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here with you, i'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to let it get so, personal&lt;br /&gt;After all I tried to do, stay away from loving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let it show&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-6119620807705375302?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/6119620807705375302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=6119620807705375302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/6119620807705375302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/6119620807705375302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/06/cry-rihanna.html' title='Cry- Rihanna'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-1684219028987793026</id><published>2007-06-13T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:56:00.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody would understand how much it hurt inside. It's stupid.. im da one who initiate the break-up.. I'm da one who suggest the one month cool down period. But now... I don have the right to say him.. just like when he say he don't have the right to object me from going out with other guys. But it just feel so bad, real bad. Jealousy and more jealousy!  I hate it. I hate those photos! Hate the fact that we don't even have a single photo like that.. no.. it's not even a single normal photo together. Issit so shameful to have me as ya girlfriend that you want to hide me? Just so heartbroken... I thought you would miss me, I thought you would at least feel that something is missing from ya life... That's what I hoped to see. But it's not the case. Totally disappointing. I guess you can live just as well without me. It's stupid to be saying that you miss me and yet you want to refrain yourself from calling me. It's simply stupid. I don't buy that... All I know is that my absence doesnt make a difference to ya. I don't care if that's your friend or what. If ya really gonna treat ya friends better than ya gf.. den I rather be ya friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-1684219028987793026?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/1684219028987793026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=1684219028987793026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/1684219028987793026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/1684219028987793026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/06/nobody-would-understand-how-much-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-860225802516359955</id><published>2007-05-29T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:06:38.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>Having my paper in less den 11 hours but I only studied 1.5/8 of the book and 0% of my notes. Sobz. Just cant concentrate. Just cant concentrate. Mummy give me a bottle of ji jing please. I spent more time thinking of what to wear later then studying. Oh my goodness. Cant set my priorities right. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-860225802516359955?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/860225802516359955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=860225802516359955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/860225802516359955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/860225802516359955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-5326694378051516812</id><published>2007-05-22T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T08:02:25.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O</title><content type='html'>So terrible. The moment I reach home I could hear them quarreling. Reluctant to return home to see them fight, I sat at the staircase, hoping that they would soon calm down and leave the house. However, the argument got rather serious because I could hear my grandma screaming. Hai. All I can do is to go home to stop them. So shocked. The moment I step into the kitchen I saw my father sticking his body into the space where the window panels are already broken. My grandma was trying to pull him back. He's trying to reach my mother who's inside the other side of the kitchen. I shouted for him to stop, shouted for him to go to the living room, but he just won't listen. He's drunk. Very drunk. Drank more den 1 bottle of hard liquor. Heard from my mom that he started drinking since last night. That's so terrible. Tins of milo and milk powder etc etc are scattered on the floor. He kept crying. Saying that my mom want him dead. That upsets mi. He hit the top part of the window panel with his hand. Blood just spurt out like that. Yes. He's hand jus started to bleed profusely. The kitchen floor, living room and myself are covered with his blood. You know the feeling of blood just dripping on you? So fresh that you can even feel the warmth of the blood. There's really no empty space for us to walk, because no matter what you will step onto the blood stains. The workers called the ambulance. But he just cant calm down. In the end the medics gotta call the police to settle it. I hate it. Hate my mother's guts. Very angry. Why is it that she only tell her side of the story? Why didn't she tell the police how she accuses him of sleeping with the workers? Why act and say that you don't wanna pursue the matter and later add on that if you pursue he would give you trouble? Why is it that you just sound like those bad woman who are so hypocrite in those tv shows? I'm so upset. I don't feel like talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really heartbroken at the hospital just now. The policemen use those belts to attach his hands and legs to the bed. Even when he need the loo, the leg belts are not undone. Seeing how weak and haggard his back view look when he move slowly in the direction of the toilet affects me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up like them... I don't want to have a broken marriage... a broken family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-5326694378051516812?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/5326694378051516812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=5326694378051516812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5326694378051516812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5326694378051516812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/05/oo.html' title='O_O'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-5626519883715109125</id><published>2007-05-03T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T03:07:28.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored. Bored. Bored. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now it's photo sharing time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg2x3XenI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h1BX1-SQNXk/s1600-h/DSC00694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060041413053872754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg2x3XenI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h1BX1-SQNXk/s320/DSC00694.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg2x3XeoI/AAAAAAAAACA/v9dY0Ox-BWw/s1600-h/DSC00696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060041413053872770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg2x3XeoI/AAAAAAAAACA/v9dY0Ox-BWw/s320/DSC00696.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;We decided we want to look really miserable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg3B3XepI/AAAAAAAAACI/DKDPyMebd5E/s1600-h/Image(709).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060041417348840082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg3B3XepI/AAAAAAAAACI/DKDPyMebd5E/s320/Image(709).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-5626519883715109125?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/5626519883715109125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=5626519883715109125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5626519883715109125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/5626519883715109125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-while.html' title='Being a while...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/Rjjg2x3XenI/AAAAAAAAAB4/h1BX1-SQNXk/s72-c/DSC00694.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-115150675098908631</id><published>2006-06-28T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:59:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg!! stop calling me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Thanks for all your help...I will try to return you asap.. )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OMG!!! Got some bangla by the name of 'william' kept calling  and messaging me since yesterday!! OMG!! Sobz.. Stupid me.. Why i donno how to hang up on people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday on my way home, i saw a miss call from a unfamiliar no. At first i thought its yw using his friend's phone to call me. Because he is in NS already, and he's phone sock already. So i called back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: hello..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: erm.. did anyone call me at this no. juz now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: Oh... yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: Sorry... may i know who called me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;w: who's this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: huh..? you mean you don't know.. erm.. den i think its okay.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;w: wat's ur name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: if you know me... you should know my name? if not i think i should hang up now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: are you a christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: (very blur) huh? no????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: are you a muslim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ:????????????????no????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: are you a hindu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: y would u want to know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: no la.. juz asking... are you a christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: Huh..? tot you asked already.... sorry i m hanging up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: why? you don like to talk to me...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: I donno who are you.. and i don't talk to strangers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: Are u a singaporean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LQ: Sorry...i am hanging up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: oh.. okay....Are u a indonesian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: Are you a malay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;W: Are you a chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(He go on and on with his nonsense and completely ignore what i am saying... then i just hang up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;About 1 hour after I hanged up.. he sms me these...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"den mens"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"madam dont think rongly i am also dont want girl frind but i like to make a frindship because your way of talking is very soft i dont like to see you but with your permision i can improve my knowladge"  (notice: its not my typo... this is according to the smses)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"why you dont like to replay me" ( i think he meant why i don't want to reply him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then he called me 10 times today!! Because i forget to bring my hp... so by the time i reached home. I already got 14 miss calls, and 10 are from him!! OMG!! And also 5 smses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;He is cunning lo... he used a private number to call again. And i stupidly pick up!! He keep asking me the same questions again and again!! I told him that i dont wanna make friend with him but he juz say "oh.. okay..." and continue with his questions!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Are you working?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Are you studying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Are you in primary, secondary, colleage or polytechnic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Are you married?" (Why? You wanna marry me issit.. arghhhhhhhh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wait till friday.. then you die liao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-115150675098908631?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/115150675098908631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=115150675098908631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/115150675098908631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/115150675098908631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-stop-calling-me.html' title='omg!! stop calling me!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114499709215734913</id><published>2006-04-14T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:55:39.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Encounter!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Tuesday after my RC meeting at one of the zones, I went to the bus stop to wait for Yw. Then there is this weird man, half naked, lying on the 'curb' in the middle of the road. At first I thought he is another poor homeless guy... who expects that he actually went around disturbing people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Firstly, he went over to the bus stop opposite my mine, and walk towards the family at the bus stop. One of the kid cried, that scare him away. He stay at one corner for a while. He made "monkey sounds" and keep scratching his body like a monkey. That man went back to the bus stop after that family left. He sat there and shouted in fraustration. His behaviour is just like those babarian in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remain there for a while before crossing the road to the bus stop where I am at. He stood real close to me, speaking in a weird language (not any that I known of) and making hand signals. I can't really think because my head is at his stomach level and he is quite smelly. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luckily there are people at the bus stop, the bus came and a guy offer to escort me on board. But I didn't board the bus because I am waiting for Yw. I went to sit at one corner of the bus stop. That man sat too, some distance away from me. Then he walk towards me again. I quickly stood up, another couple at the bus stop went off quickly. He walked behind me and stepped on my pants! Because my pants are too long.. =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am quite scare until 2 guys came to the bus stop. Because I know that if there are other people... I would be safer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some consideration, I went to the police post and alert the police. I am quite upset because that policeman look at me and laugh. He only ask me how do I derive that he is a crazy man, then said that he would ask his colleagues to check it out later. What I think is that, that guy should be at least a little more enthu right? Even if it's just to entertain me? I left the police post feeling quite disappointed. From what I know, they didn't went to check like what that policeman promise me, this is because I stayed at that bus stop for like 1/2 hour more. I sat alone at the bus stop, feeling quite helpless and cried for a while. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I emailed the RC chairman the next day because I wanna alert him. He is very kind and apologised for not escorting me to the bus stop. He informed the police at that zone and they say that they would look out for that man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114499709215734913?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114499709215734913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114499709215734913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114499709215734913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114499709215734913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/04/scary-encounter.html' title='Scary Encounter!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114124135935742454</id><published>2006-03-02T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:29:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid molestor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Idiot!! Stupid molestor... touched mi!! By the shoulder.... so angry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then still turn and stick up his thumb... WHAT PIANGGGGGGGGGGGGZZZZZZZ!! Go eat shit lah...=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114124135935742454?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114124135935742454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114124135935742454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114124135935742454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114124135935742454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-molestor.html' title='stupid molestor'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114092975627949768</id><published>2006-02-26T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T12:58:04.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoOoOo sWeEt</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wah!! So sweet... please sing to me more often. =) Hor..? Hao ren? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wah... I haven't start on my IEF! Man! Always slack and slack... then start to regret after exams.. What's the use of regreting? Haix... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114092975627949768?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114092975627949768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114092975627949768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114092975627949768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114092975627949768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/02/sooooo-sweet.html' title='SoOoOo sWeEt'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114051596809936220</id><published>2006-02-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:59:28.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not forgetting you!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This post is for my dearest Pei Wen!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No matter what people says about us!! You're still my best friend, best ex-classmate, best schoolmate-to-be, best gossiping partner/shopping partner... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aren't ya gonna thank you parents and sista for receiving so many titles?? =X Hehex! Yeah... finally don't need to face you le~~ kidding! Study hard girl! Don't let people look down on us... I will try to study too =D. Promise! And I appreciates what you wrote in your love letter... but I am taken! Haha. Lalala~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here's some pictures of this self recognised L** J** L**** look-alike... lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/minpw2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/minpw5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/minpw6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/minpw8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love ya lots!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114051596809936220?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114051596809936220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114051596809936220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114051596809936220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114051596809936220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-forgetting-you.html' title='Not forgetting you!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114051497970476526</id><published>2006-02-21T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:47:29.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was browsing thru my previous post when I came upon the Aya post. I really admired her spirit to live on though her life changed totally. She tried to continue to study even though she had difficulties reaching class in time, have difficulties writing therefore cannot get down notes in time and many more. She refused to give up even though she is faced with so many obstacles. Sadly, I am quite the opposite. First paper of the final exam is on the 24th of Feb. But I am still slacking around playing Gunbound, maple and surfing internet. Slacking have never being easier before the exams. Why? =( I want to study but just won't get started... why? Please enlightens me. I even learnt to watch Kids Central after 6,00 p.m. on weekdays and after 1.00 p.m. on weekends. SobZ!! What the hell am I thinking!!!??? Please let me start studying!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay... here are the neoprints that we took yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/happymi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay!! I am supposed to be posing in front and Yw acting to be curious at the back. LolZ. My big face covers everything. =X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Now... its his turn!! Bleah!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/watrudoing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/minyw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I look much smaller in this one. My dear... look at the camera!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/mYfACE1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That was one cruel act!!! You evil ass!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We got married!!! Here's our wedding photo... I look so pretty!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114051497970476526?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114051497970476526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114051497970476526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114051497970476526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114051497970476526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post_21.html' title='.....'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-114045475288849667</id><published>2006-02-21T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T00:59:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our first neoprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yw came today and bring me to Yishun to watch movie, =D so happy. "I not stupid too" is not a bad show. Reminds me of my parents... who never listen to us but want us to listen to them only; who ask us not to do something and do it themselves; who thinks that what they do/ what they do for us is always right; who always scold me whether I do wrong/ didn't do wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then we took our first neoprint together. Nice! Posting it soon~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"If you don't believe me... then why bother asking me..." =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-114045475288849667?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/114045475288849667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=114045475288849667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114045475288849667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/114045475288849667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/02/our-first-neoprint.html' title='our first neoprint'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113708563652468663</id><published>2006-01-13T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T01:07:16.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Woo~ New year is coming... and I got quite a few things to do. Beside trying to do those sucky projects on hand... I want to "da shao chu"... I want to buy new year goodies... shop for new year clothes/shoes/socks etc. =P &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went shopping today with PW.. Haha we talk quite a bit, and gossip quite a bit too. But I'd fun doing so... Gossip-Monger..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Miss Muffet sat on a Tuffet... correct or not huH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113708563652468663?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113708563652468663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113708563652468663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113708563652468663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113708563652468663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113673316378135308</id><published>2006-01-08T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:34:12.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm.. yummy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wee woo wee~ Tried to bake cookies friday. Man!! Considered a diaster ba. Lolz. It taste nice, but the bottom looks like charcoal and the inside like muffin. Plus! The cookie stick to the baking tray and so most of it didn't come out in a piece. It was wu ma fen shi by Ed. Haha =X so funny. But a little guilty la... Because I was the one who suggested baking cookies. When it turn out to be a diaster... he had to clear all the mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then on saturday! Ta da~ we made our own Cheese Fondue! It got a strong wine taste when its not supposed to, just can't figure out why. But I enjoyed it... hahaha. Yummy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/cheesefondue.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By the way... I just finished watching "Tears". A real story... About this 15 years old girl (Aya) who got 脊椎小腦子變性症. A disease that cannot be cured, and would only worsen each day. Aya lost her ability to walk, speak, eat, breath properly, move as she like because her brain cells are dying and can't send the signals to the other part of her body. The most scary part of the show is that because the brain can't send signals to her body properly, she would lose her balance and just fall head first. Her body would not react like normal people (Using hands to cushion the fall). And twice in the show, Aya fall like that, once landed on her chin and another time on her forehead. So scary lor. "Tears" really made me cry a lot. Especially when the characters in the show say so many touching and meaningful de words. Aye aye.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113673316378135308?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113673316378135308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113673316378135308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113673316378135308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113673316378135308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm-yummy.html' title='hmm.. yummy!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113596952895749409</id><published>2005-12-31T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T03:07:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If that's how you see me, then I got nothing more to say to you. I know I've let you down, and you can scold me for that. But please don insult me by taking me as a materialistic girl. I didn't break up with you because you don't drive, I didn't go out with them because they got a car. I don't care about what your friends say "crap"... I know my reason for break up may sound like a crap, yes it is a crap. I am totally upset now. I know you won't be reading this... Haha. I crap so that I can leave you without worries. Without worrying that you might hurt yourself, give up on the many things in life. So many times that I've asked for a break up, and so many times you threaten me with death, with your studies etc. But that's not the way to keep someone. Yes, and for that many times, I stayed. But it's not because of anything else, it's just because I'm scare. I don't want you to hurt yourself, I don't want anything to happen to you, just because of my selfish decision. Sorry. But I am really not a perfect person. I wanna be with my friends sometimes, I wanna stay out late sometimes, I wanna wear skirts, I wanna be freed... But you wanna take all that away from me. You want me to be a normal girl, someone who only got you in the eyes. I'm sorry, you can't control me like that. I feel suffocated. I loved you, but it's all gone now... I've gone to live my new life, I hoped you will too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113596952895749409?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113596952895749409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113596952895749409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113596952895749409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113596952895749409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-gone.html' title='i am gone...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113457379827387083</id><published>2005-12-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:28:02.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>issit really true? all issit all a lie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey... do I look like someone who gave birth before? =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113457379827387083?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113457379827387083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113457379827387083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113457379827387083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113457379827387083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/12/issit-really-true-all-issit-all-lie.html' title='issit really true? all issit all a lie?'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113061144408951390</id><published>2005-10-30T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T02:44:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aiya... work again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Super tired now... sleep at about 4 a.m. each day and wake up at 9.30 a.m. like that... hmm... scully 17 years old (Muhahaha...=X) den look like 70 years old le. Sobz sobz.. my parents still ask mi sleep more... lolz. Sheng jing bing, my eye bag become school le la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113061144408951390?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113061144408951390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113061144408951390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113061144408951390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113061144408951390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/10/aiya-work-again.html' title='aiya... work again..'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-113044194644038727</id><published>2005-10-28T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T03:39:06.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aye aye... so long since my last blog. These 3 days being working.. so tired wor... got many funny things happen though. Got this very scary guy... took some samples of the "thai shark fins" den stand beside mi n say "tai guo yu chi"... the face must b very sincere like tat. Hmm... den i "huh"... he walked back to the stall and took more samples, finished it up and come in front of mi and wave "hi".. !!!! SO SCARY!!! (For more... please visit ah nei's blog...=P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm... Poor me... tmr need to wake up at 9.30 a.m. tmr morning... cos gotta help parents work. This time the location is at Serengoon. Woo.. the previous time i went there... quite interesting. So hard to earn money... but i need to. Hoped to save as much as possible by next semester holidays. Aye aye... hmm... =( PMS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-113044194644038727?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/113044194644038727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=113044194644038727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113044194644038727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/113044194644038727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/10/super-tired.html' title='super tired'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-112870593146781500</id><published>2005-10-08T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:25:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai ren jing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:( What have i done... i hurt you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why am i crying... isnt breaking up what i want..? Why am i aching.. why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-112870593146781500?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/112870593146781500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=112870593146781500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112870593146781500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112870593146781500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/10/hai-ren-jing.html' title='hai ren jing!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-112118312860025735</id><published>2005-07-12T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T23:45:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm hmm... Went to school today for CMA revision lecture. I was totally lost! Maybe it is because i was 28 minutes late for the lecture. Lolz. I got valid reason. =P I went to optical shop to collect my specs. Hmm... I think i regret getting the specs because I feel a bit giddy wearing it!!! =P That means buy wrong degree le ba... Spent about $180 today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After school I meet my sista to go Bugis. I wanted to buy a MP3 for his 21st birthday ma. Then went around the shops. Man!! Then I saw one very nice de!! $350-378 like that. After that we went to BK for lunch. Lolz. Neh bu neh say she nearly slipped, then sprained her back. Lolz. Lao le... Got home at 7 plus... So tired... "The negoitator" very nice... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*yawn* Orh orh le....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-112118312860025735?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/112118312860025735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=112118312860025735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112118312860025735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112118312860025735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/07/long-day.html' title='Long day...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-112027649089729110</id><published>2005-07-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:17:04.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i m not selfish.....i'm just being fair to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wee wee~~ Its being a long time since my last blog. A lot of things had happened lately... a bit out of control. But I am glad that I am not there alone. =) Last saturday, we went to mel's place to celebrate her birthday. Her "kisses" so cute!! My hands and legs there all got her saliva. Lolz. Got one occasion she turned her head and look at mi, then pee!!! After that she looked at mi again then ran off. Lolz. ArGH!!! Dirty girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/Picture17.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/Picture32.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/Picture37.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then when we went back to school on monday, its battling time with the projects again. Hmmm... managed to finish ECD, but was really struggling for our Fmgt. Pw and I stayed back in school till 11p.m. on thursday. But still getting no where because we don't know the actual requirements of the project. After that we went to pw place to do research then take a cab to my place to do project. Because I can't connect to the internet then. So we battle throughout, in the end we fell asleep and slept fo 1 hour. Lolz. But we still couldn't finish!! We're late for Fmgt tutorial even though we took a cab to school. Aye aye aye!!! What is sickening is that we can't print our report and couldn't hand in! Man... We're asked to hand in on monday but i think our marks will get deducted. Sianz... we work till vomitting blood and then still get deducted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thursday's event management meeting was like a torturing session to mi. It is the first time I got any terrible feelings for event management regardless of all the sleep that I've forgone. I am not selfish... I'm just trying to be fair to myself. I don't know what I should do next, so lost and pressurized. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-112027649089729110?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/112027649089729110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=112027649089729110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112027649089729110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/112027649089729110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-m-not-selfishim-just-being-fair-to.html' title='i m not selfish.....i&apos;m just being fair to myself'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111798780432171577</id><published>2005-06-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:10:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i m tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yoz! Things are getting better i think. Although i still don't get good sleep. Bleh... I used to sleep for at least, AT LEAST 10 hours per day. Usually it would be 12 hours. But now... 6 hours per day? Then its really hard for mi to try getting use to it. I am so busy! But i am enjoying every bit of it! This weekend very busy too. I stayed up till about 2 am+ to do some stuffs. What is it? Secret... to be revealed soon. Whahaha! =X I don't know why but I am rather poor lately. Maybe it's because of all the good food that i've been having these few days. Woo~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday evening I went to help up my papa at his stall. Hmm... I think i began to like my family le! I got talk to my papa and mama, really unlike last time. What changed mi! =X Sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My papa says that he support the idea of mi going to Australia to study. Sia la! =X I only say i feel like going overseas to study after poly then he suggested Australia. Lolz. Okay... Then i asked him if he can "sponsor" mi to go overseas for a holiday this september. Too bad he said that must wait and see if he got money then. At least it's something! I asked my mama and she pretend she never hear! How cunning! =P But i will ask again. Haha! I also asked my papa about my uncle. Because i got no idea what kinda business is he doing now. I am interested! From what i know, my uncle actually look for "opportunities" (eg. Those very expensive metal thingy) in China then export those to Indonesia to my grand-uncle. My grand-uncle rich sia... don't play play. But i am poor. Broke! I really want to see how my uncle's company runs. Sounds so interesting lor. Okay...time to catch some sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111798780432171577?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111798780432171577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111798780432171577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111798780432171577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111798780432171577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-m-tired.html' title='i m tired'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111781646285931680</id><published>2005-06-04T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T00:34:22.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hmm... It wasn't a very good day at school. Because i got splitting headaches... argh. Besides that I keep feeling very "heaty". I think it's because of a lack of sleep. I reached school before 9 today for our first financial management tutorial. Haha. I think the tutor hates us. =X Because we didn't do tutorial, and didn't know how to answer his question. The problem is not that we don't want to do. It's that we don't even have the textbook you see... +_+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway, after that we went to Business Law lecture. Quite lost! Because i didn't bring notes for the last lecture. Haha. =X Then mi and Yuan yuan were sitting there copying blindly. =.= Oh gosh! Yuan yuan say that I've became hard working. Really? If so, I would defintely celebrate. Kekez. Because I just don't work hard, so I don't like people to be hardworking. Okay a bit confusing. ECD lecture was quite boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We waited at canteen 1 from about 3 plus until 6 when we finally leave for Holland Village. My headache is still there. We went there to chill. But i didn't know that chou Ernest they all went to eat and dump us dumb dumb sit there. Lolz. Anyway we chatted? I think? Forget le. Too tired. Then we dump Jian Ming and 2 girl girl there also. Haha. Too hungry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay... We went to the BK. Seriously I really think that my jokes are quite funny. =/ Don't ya think so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After everyone finally met... we play this game by the name of don't know what. Okay... drinking game? After that they play truth or dare. I think we all got so excited and loud that one of the waiter actually come and tell us to "shhh!"  a bit because we're disturbing the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Time to sleep... headache... tummy pain also... =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111781646285931680?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111781646285931680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111781646285931680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111781646285931680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111781646285931680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-nite.html' title='Friday nite'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111762377238417610</id><published>2005-05-30T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T19:02:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week of sch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went out at about 9.30 a.m. today and walked very quickly to the bus stop because I can sense the bus coming. Lolz. Sia la... Anyway, on my way to the bus stop, something very bad happened. Apparently, a crow, or should I say a pair of crows was flying under the block, and one of them knocked on the ceiling and landed right in front of mi. That totally shocked mi. It was still alive but it was lying there with tummy facing up, but its beaks are still moving. I think it is semi-conscious. That is a fine example of flying accident. I couldn’t stop to help it (I was rushing to the bus stop), or should I say that I don’t know how to help it.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t understand anything about the tutorial and the lecture today because I am typically dozing off I guessed ( at least my brain is shut off). After that I stayed back to do my I&amp;E project until about 8 p.m. Then shen came to accompany mi home. He also bought mi a very sweet bracelet. Anyway, we took a cab home, but the journey isn’t good at all. This was because, the seat is wet!! I was feeling so uncomfortable seating there, especially when the water could be the pee of young children. Oh my goodness!! However the taxi-driver reassured us that it was the doings of two girls.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t do my tutorial again. I am too tired! Okay. Time to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111762377238417610?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111762377238417610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111762377238417610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111762377238417610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111762377238417610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/2nd-week-of-sch.html' title='2nd week of sch'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111747045513827471</id><published>2005-05-30T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:27:35.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expo and jia wa wa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to Expo today for the food fair with Ah boy (thanks arh). Sia la... When I reached the entrance I nearly faint, because the entrance is totally packed with people. Everyone is trying to squeeze their way in. I felt quite irritated by some aunties there. They keep on pushing and pushing as if fighting for freebies like that. Can you imagine the auntie behind you (can say) was totally sticks onto your back and pushing you forward? But there are people in front too. It is so dangerous, especially when the person in front is an elderly or parents with kids. I think they should be more considerate.&lt;br /&gt;When we get into the Expo hall things got a tiny winy better. It was still very crowded, so it took us much time to move around. I tried many different things and mostly which I’ve never eat before. Most important thing is that we managed to take some photos of the food fair. But no freebies to show my classmates ( Mr Lam said there is). Anyway, we went to the book fair for awhile too. I will post more pictures when they are ready. =P&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Bugis Junction there to “jia wa wa”. Lolz. We got the “never say die” spirit. =X Anyway Ah boy got a big teddy bear! So good! But my tinker bell just won’t move (too heavy), or else... After more attempts, we realized that the machines are out to cheat people’s money. So we left Bugis for Marina. Lolz. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;We went back the to the old place and play the UFO catcher. Then I got my Hello Kitty Japanese wedding doll. Lolz. Thanks arh. Then we found out that there are new Scotland bears!! Woo hoo... Anyway, we got them. Whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Toa payoh because I promised to let Ah boy try my mama’s takoyaki. After that I helped my mama a bit then go home sleep le. My legs are still aching from all the walking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/scotlandboy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the bear Ah boy got.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/scotlandcouplebear.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The one on the left is Ah boy caught one &amp; the right one from Ernest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/japweddingdoll.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Japanese wedding doll... so nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/bkfair.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is Ah boy pretending to read a book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/foodfair.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Take a look at how crowded it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111747045513827471?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111747045513827471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111747045513827471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111747045513827471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111747045513827471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/expo-and-jia-wa-wa.html' title='Expo and jia wa wa!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111730476974932948</id><published>2005-05-27T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:20:25.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scotland afterglow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday I lie on the bed from 8 plus p.m. to 11 p.m. but I just can’t get myself to sleep. Sometimes sleeping takes a lot of effort too. Maybe it is because I am overly excited about the dinner today that’s why images just keep on racing through my mind. Anyway I finally slept at about 5 in the morning then woke up at 8 and couldn’t sleep after that. =.= Then I watched “ Hong dou nu zhi lian” then went online. Well I thought I can at least sleep for 12 hours that day! But in the end....really shiity... I am really not good at falling asleep I guess. I skipped the Blaw and Fmgt lecture today. Feeling a bit guilty that I am not trying to work hard. Sia la... when I meet them at school I realized that most of them are wearing the Scotland t-shirt. Haha. Then after that we all go to Clementi to meet the rest before going to Marina together. On the way to Clementi Jian Ming and Ah boy keep saying that it’s the girls’ fault that we are late... P.S. “you all don’t know what is call pai sei arh!” =X&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... when we reached Marina the first thing we do is bargaining. Lolz. Ah boy, chubby they all really good at bargaining I can say. Haha. But too bad the Korean Steamboat doesn’t have ice-cream. So sad!!! I was eyeing the ice cream next stall!! Our table... quite pathetic one. Because we’re all not skilled I guessed. That’s why we gotta change the aluminum foil after only the 2nd round. Moreover the food not really edible. Haha. Then we looked more like playing then steam-boating. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;After eating Steamboat we went to the arcade there. Then the guys play the “jia wa wa” machine. Lolz. They spent a lot on it... I also spent a few bucks. What I can say is... ”tian yi arh!!” Because some of the toys available are Scotland bears. Lolz. Then must thank Ernest for giving me his Scotland bear. Lolz. Sia la... I must bring the bear to “Yun nam hair care” because the bear bear’s fur keep coming off. =.=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/Picture19.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken when we are eating steamboat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111730476974932948?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111730476974932948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111730476974932948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111730476974932948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111730476974932948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/scotland-afterglow.html' title='scotland afterglow'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111704366203624639</id><published>2005-05-26T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T01:54:22.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy tired mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Got woken up by my mama at about 9 o'clock this morning. To mi it is damn early lor... because i slept at about 1.30 a.m. last night. Hmm... then i gotta find something to do, that is going online, watching "hong dou nu zhi lian" before leaving for school. Sorta waste of time because the lecture today starts at 3 and ends at 5. After that i went to Tampines to help out my mama. Then we went to 888 at about 1.00 a.m. for supper. Well i didn't eat anything because the horoscope book says that i should avoid eating supper this year. Lolz. =X Supersitious. Well, i drank beer though. My papa let mi drink de! Haha. Gotta go sleep le... zZzZzZzZzZz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111704366203624639?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111704366203624639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111704366203624639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111704366203624639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111704366203624639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/sleepy-tired-mi.html' title='sleepy tired mi'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111695226469921414</id><published>2005-05-24T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:31:04.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went to school for a less-then-2-hour lecture( human resource management). Then after that we went to Takashimaya to have Mos burger! Yum yum! It's been a long time since i had my favourite teriyaki chicken burger. =P~~~ Quite a lot of us... all scotland people! Haha. Where's the pictures we took today? Hmm... after which we watched "Are we there yet?" (is the title correct?) Anyway... the show is quite lame. Bleh.... Okay...at least i wasn't left to go home alone today. Hmm...  I was quite happy until i reached home and receive a msn message from my ex- boyfriend. Man... what he said i won't say here......but he really spoilt my day. I was happy the whole day and just that one message made mi cried. You sucks......face it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111695226469921414?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111695226469921414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111695226469921414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111695226469921414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111695226469921414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/mixed-feelings.html' title='mixed feelings'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111677986646799209</id><published>2005-05-23T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:32:10.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scotland rox</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I had so much fun the past few days! Didn't know that i actually enjoyed "working" so much. Although tiring... but i guessed all is worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;1st day of orientation: Slept at 2.30 a.m. last night and woke up at about 6 a.m. Such a very noisy day! Lolz. Hmm... guessed what... i actually cheered too. =X But a bit sad at the end, because we gotta tear down all the decorations. Really can't bear to... But we had to and in the process i cut my wrist. Very pain! I didn't realise that i hurt myself until i went to wash my hands, also got bruise on my arm too. Lolz. So careless. Hmm... anyway... got home real late, but luckily before my parents! Opps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2nd day of orientation: I tried to sleep early! But again... i reached home real late. I woke up at 5 a.m. this morning. Barely 4 hours of sleep. Man... Anyway, i sweat a lot today! Running around... joining in the games... cheering! I did cheer okay! =P Wasn't feeling so well today. Nevertheless, i really enjoyed myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;3rd day of orientation: Hmm... watching performance is never so relaxing. Maybe it's due to all the hard work the past few days that we all finally get to relax ourselves! Yipee! Donno why got the "bu she de" feeling. Hmm... After we left school we went to orchard for dinner. Then we went to the youth park to play. Lolz. Really is called play! Thanks guys....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/Scotlandsbscs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111677986646799209?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111677986646799209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111677986646799209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111677986646799209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111677986646799209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/scotland-rox.html' title='scotland rox'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111634783924092455</id><published>2005-05-18T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:37:19.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haiyo!! So busy so busy! Yesterday spent the whole day in school preparing for the orientation. The thingy dragged till so late then I reached home at about 11.45 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p.m.!! Then this mornng woke up at 9.30 a.m. Actually i very shiok le. Because the rest mostly reached at 9 a.m.. =.='' But donno if it's a coincidence or what, because on both days when i reached they are on their way for lunch. =.=...my goodness.... Lolz. We are all so artistic today because we "dirty" the castle wall with chacoal. Then we messed around a bit. Joc, jie bin and some others got chacoal on their face too. So funny. Luckily i didn't kenna by them. Oh... I use my dirty hands to rub on Ernest face. Lolz. Then his face "black black". =X. Anyway, we had fun. Time to sleep. Tomorrow gotta wake up at 7.30 a.m. Ke lian de wor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111634783924092455?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111634783924092455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111634783924092455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111634783924092455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111634783924092455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/busy-busy-sia.html' title='busy busy sia'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111557320447746982</id><published>2005-05-09T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T01:37:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures taken on sista bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the pictures we took on that day. I suddenly realised that there is something wrong with my camera because the pictures looked so blur. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/collage10.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111557320447746982?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111557320447746982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111557320447746982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111557320447746982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111557320447746982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/pictures-taken-on-sista-bday.html' title='Pictures taken on sista bday'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111539968714302178</id><published>2005-05-07T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T02:24:08.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo...busy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am so busy today! Heehee! Because it's my sista's birthday today. Woo... i gotta do my IS module enrolment during the period 12p.m. to 1.30p.m.. I got into event management wor. I wonder if it is fun. Anyway, after that mi and my brother got ready and went to meet my sista (neh bu neh) at marsiling. Because she went to see doctor for her pimples! The doctor gave her three month of supply of antibiotics! Lolz. Her friend told her that she should just eat the 3-month supply in one day and tomorrow go for another appointment. Lolz. Sheng jing bing! I helped my brother buy a new school bag. His old one got two hole at the bottom. Lolz. I told him that he should hold both holes of the bag with his hands and walk like that. So funny wor! But the children bag don't know why so expensive! Hmm... after that we went to Causeway Point to buy present for my sista. We buy a "curtain". You know why? Because we can use also. Whahhaa =X. Then we went home and put our stuffs first.&lt;br /&gt;After that mi and neh bu neh bring my brother to the nearby hair salong for a hair cut. He said that he wanna keep his side burn. Lolz. Same as you sia! Two ben dan! Then i reassure him that i will ask the auntie to keep his side burn. Haha. =X After the hair cut we went to 883 to buy cake. We chose one with lotsa strawberries because we all love strawberries! =P~~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And by 7p.m., we are all so hungry! Because we didn't have lunch. =P~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wah... my sista they all so greedy! Wanna eat the cake without mi! Haha =X But i keep on asking them to wait. Haha. Saying that we haven't take photo. Hehe. Well, i did take some photos. But i should only post it tomorrow! Hehez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Neh bu neh and mi bought a "curtain" for my sista. Because we're thinking we can use it as well since it should be hang in our bedroom. Haha =X Pro sia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111539968714302178?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111539968714302178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111539968714302178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111539968714302178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111539968714302178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/woobusy-day.html' title='woo...busy day!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111535110859573665</id><published>2005-05-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:45:08.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sista birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today is my younger sista's birthday. Hmm...yi zha yang jiu zhang da le! Looks like i took very long to blink. Haha =X Opps! Today gonna be a busy day. Later going to sembawang to buy contact lenses and needa bring my brother to meet my sista to buy bag, cut his hair, take our photos. Of course...not forgetting to get a present and birthday for our fan tong sista! Haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She is so thick skin! Keep reminding us that its her birthday today. But i told her yesterday that if she want any present from us... then give us the money. That means she gotta pay for her own present! So funny sia!( at least i think so =P) Think we should be celebrating it in the evening, watch the 7 p.m. show and eat cake at the same time. Haha. =P Didn't really celebrate... but think that's the best we can do for her without our parents ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Choosing my IS module in 17 minutes and i haven't decide which to choose! Oh my god!! Think i should pick one at random since Jenna said it's based on personal interest. And... by the way... what can an IS module do? Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111535110859573665?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111535110859573665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111535110859573665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111535110859573665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111535110859573665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/sista-birthday.html' title='sista birthday'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111504616743112459</id><published>2005-05-02T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:02:47.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the bedroom i "designed" by putting all the many different funitures and parts together. That's my dream room i supposed. Because i liked the colour contrast and also the way the stuffs are placed. Hehez. Many carpets and rug, a chair which i can actually "move" to the other end of the room...Haha stuffs like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/dreamroom.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111504616743112459?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111504616743112459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111504616743112459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111504616743112459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111504616743112459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-dream-room.html' title='My dream room.'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111504583275306777</id><published>2005-05-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:57:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot ah ma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The following is a picture of a hot ah ma. HeheZ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/hotahma.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yeah... i am bored!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111504583275306777?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111504583275306777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111504583275306777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111504583275306777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111504583275306777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/hot-ah-ma.html' title='Hot ah ma'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111496020438868430</id><published>2005-05-01T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T23:10:04.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling of being neglected</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Have anyone of you try talking to a person and the only replies you get are "okay" "huh" "why" etc etc. Because i did, and the feeling isn't good at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sissy: You don't wanna talk to mi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend: No, i wanna talk arh. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sissy: Nothing, i thought you don't wanna talk to mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend: okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then this friend called mi on the phone and i talked to him about many things that happened to mi. But he either reply mi with a laughter, okaysSs or even silence. I really don't know who i am talking to. So i really don't have the mood to talk anymore. So i said i wanna sleep already and hang up. Because i am still online that time, i messaged this friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sissy: If you don't wanna talk to mi you can tell mi directly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;friend: i wanna talk arh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(Then he called mi, but i didn't pick up because i don't wanna disturb my sleeping sista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually, i am quite upset. Because although this friend seemed to enjoy talking to mi, but he isn't talking much. I don't like this feeling, i might as well talk to wall. Suddenly i got the feeling that, actually little people is listening to mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111496020438868430?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111496020438868430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111496020438868430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111496020438868430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111496020438868430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/05/feeling-of-being-neglected.html' title='the feeling of being neglected'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111469637539439972</id><published>2005-04-28T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T21:52:55.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Soooooooooooooo angry! Just now play a new game then got killed by one of the players. Sobx! I must level faster, one day i can kill him! REVENGE is the word!!!!! Phew... while i was browsing through some of my files, i found the set-up file for msn 6.20! Yahoo! Now i can use msn again! Finally wor...=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These few days slack at home, eat, slp and sweat. Because the weather is just too humid. Anyway, i know my results le. A sad case. I should start working hard next semester. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway... take a look at my master piece! My sense of fashion... =X (May be weird to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/style.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111469637539439972?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111469637539439972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111469637539439972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111469637539439972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111469637539439972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day.html' title='another day....'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111436190992494973</id><published>2005-04-25T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T01:38:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no msn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Man man man! I can't log in my msn! NOooooooOooo! I got to use e-messenger instead. Not nice to use at all. =( I download the msn 7.0 then i also don't know why i cant sign in. Argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today i watched a vcd called...erm... i forgot. But it's a story about 42 students sent to an deserted island and forced to kill to become the only survivor. Shiok man. It shows how all the 42 students die, abit disgusting but damn exciting. Especially when the friends turn against each other just to survive. They can trust nobody when they cannot trust! There got to be only 1 survivor at the end of the three day game. If there is more then one, the device around their neck will explode and they should all die. So it's either die together or be the only survivor. But think only one guy and one girl in the game is considered dangerous because they enjoyed killing. Got one part where one of the student got a bullet proof vest as weapon quite disgusting. Because one student with gun shot him and he pretended to be dead. However when he thought that he is safe and started laughing, the guy appeared behind of him and chop his head off. Wooo~! That's for cheating! In the end there is actually two survivor. Two survivor weak in nature. =X Haha. The girl survived because there is always someone there to protect her. Hmm... two of the girls tried to communicate with the rest with a loudspeaker. Saying that they don't have the intention to play this game, and that as long as they work together they can all survive. But that only expose their whereabouts and so they got killed by one guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am trying to get my hands on a terrorist vcd... hoped i can watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111436190992494973?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111436190992494973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111436190992494973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111436190992494973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111436190992494973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-msn.html' title='no msn!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111418457432274821</id><published>2005-04-22T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:42:54.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;These 2 days quite happy, because i am so relax! Besides the fact that i am so sleepy. =/ Hmm hmm... My leg got one blister thingy, so irritating sia. It just won't heal! Moreover the colour is quite nauseating, because it is so bloody red! Haha =X But not say pain la....more of itchy. Yucks! Wee! I get to watch "zai sheng yuan"! Haha! That's why these 2 days so happy ba. =X if got the vcds then more shiok! Or should i say if i get to own them! Whaha. Hmmm... I can see some change in mi le... I wonder if you notice... Kekez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh when i need you... you are almost here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and i know that's not enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh when i'm with you... i'm close to tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cos you're only almost here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111418457432274821?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111418457432274821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111418457432274821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111418457432274821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111418457432274821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-mi.html' title='Happy mi!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111400944923450412</id><published>2005-04-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:04:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai... Yesterday night my uncle called mi and talk to mi about my parents' problem. He can't come to our place to settle the problem with them, but he called both my parents. My uncle said a lot of things, but i know what he is trying to say. He want mi to talk to my father. But it is quite difficult for mi. Because i've not being talking much to him since secondary three. I don't know it is because of my stubborness or is it because of his "i am your father" attitude or even because of the fact that he break up mi and my boyfriend(last time). All i know that i don't like him, so i don't like to talk to him. Moreover he and my mama are always quarreling and my mama always appears to be the innocent party. I really can't help by hating him! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;If they can don't quarrel, i don't want them to divorce too. But they just won't stop quarreling! Even my father said that they quarrel at least once in a few days(I even thought it is once every two week!). How can they live together like this? I can't stand it! Nobody can stand this kind of family! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So i tried very hard not to appear infront of him or should i say not to be seen by him. Because i don't know what to say to him. I don't even call him father. We don't chat. Not even a simple chat. Because i can't stand talking to him... i will feel very akward. I can't talk to a man who beat my mama. My parents seldom show any concern to mi. Actually only my mama somehow did. I only know that it took her many days to ask mi to see doctor when i got a fever or flu. Really many days... and after asking that once... no more... =( Sometimes i really am so jealous of my brother. Because my mama will be very concern even if it is only a sore throat. Maybe it is the "zhong nan qing nu" thingy again. Haha... Quite pathetic. Then whenever i go to a friends' place, i will really envy them. Because their parents communicates very well with them and also treat them very good. Sometimes i just wished they are my parents. I know it is stupid... but when you are the one who is left unconcerned... see whether you would feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All i want is a complete family. Is it too much to ask for? My mother likes to lie so much. Or should i say she got the "skill of denying". Always denying anything that is not in favour of her. But i got eyes to see, my sista got eyes to see, all of us got eyes to see! Whether she is in the wrong or not we all can see. Seriously i felt so stupid. When i heard some of the things from my sista about my parents. Felt so cheated. My mama had being lying for quite some time. Always trying to make us think that she is the innocent party. Why is she doing this? I hate the fact that she is lying to us! Making mi hate my papa. All this while i only know that he beat my mama, and that's all i know whenever they quarrel and fight. She told us that she did nothing and my father just beat her. She  said my father got a bad temper and beat her up whenever he drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But is it really so? All these years i've been only listening to my mama's one-sided story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yesterday, we all had a talk about their problem. All of us, my father, mama, my sista and mi. Only then i really get the chance to know more about their problem. After listening to them, i really can't help but siding my father. I know that my mama likes to lie to gain favour, but i didn't know that she is hiding so much things! And all the problems seemed to start from her. Her attitude, her stubborness, her thinking that "her friends are always right". My father on the other hand, his pride, his inability to control his temper. Seriously during the conversation, my sista and i were siding with my father most of the time. This is because we are only saying the truth. Now they are alright, for the time being. I don't know how long this can last before the next quarrel. Seriously!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111400944923450412?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111400944923450412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111400944923450412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111400944923450412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111400944923450412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/hai.html' title='hai'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111367371940727230</id><published>2005-04-17T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T01:48:39.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY CANT YOU ALL SHUT UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So late already still fighting. What the hell... What kind of parents are they. I want to call the police. Because i want him in jail, it is stated that if he fight once more with my mama... then he will go directly to jail. Shit them. FUCKING HELL! Shiit! They never spare a thought for us. NEVER! Whether they got a job or not, it won't affect mi. Because they never give us allowance. WHAT THE FUCK! STILL FIGHTING! SHIIT THEM. WHAT THE FUCK! I just call the police... haha. "Come arrest my parents, they are killing soon".... haha. What a big joke. FUCK YOU TWO! SHIIT YOU! QUARREL SOME MORE LA. FIGHT SOME MORE LA. WHY BOTHER TO FIGHT? JUST TAKE A CHOPPER AND CHOP YOUR HEAD OFF. STAB PEN INTO YOUR EYE SOCKET. SHIIT YOU. GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE GO AND DIE! SHIIT YOU! SPEND YOUR DAYS IN JAIL THEN! BECAUSE I JUST CALLED THE POLICE. HAHA. GOT PARENTS LIKE NO PARENTS. BETTER OFF WITHOUT YOU ALL. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON. HAHA WHAT DID WE DO WRONG? WHAT HAVE I DONE IN THE PREVIOUS LIFE... I MUST HAVE KILLED SOMEONE... I MUST HAVE DONE MANY ILL DEEDS. THAT'S WHY I AM HERE IN THIS FAMILY. HAHAHA. MAYBE IT IS ALL RETRIBUTIONS. ALL MAN ARE SHIIT. ALL PARENTS ARE SHIIT. SHIIT YOU ALL. MAY YOU ALL DIE! SHIIT YOU! JUST GO AND DIE! SHUT UP! I DON'T WANNA LISTEN ANYMORE! JUST SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!! WHY HASN'T THE POLICE COME YET? SHIIT YOU ALL! SKIN YOU ALIVE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111367371940727230?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111367371940727230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111367371940727230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111367371940727230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111367371940727230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-cant-you-all-shut-up.html' title='WHY CANT YOU ALL SHUT UP'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111366840324710440</id><published>2005-04-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T00:20:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck off!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What the hell is wrong with this family! I just walk to the living room and he accused mi of slamming the door. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! Don't lecture mi if you cant play the role of a father!!! What's wrong with this family! I don't even get allowance nor transportation fee to go to school. What do you think we are?! You think we can fly to school? Shiit you!! Don't give birth to us if you don't intend to raise us well!! DON'T GIVE BIRTH TO MI IF YOU DON'T WANT MI IN YOUR FAMILY! Shitt you! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! You are a bastard! I hate you! I FELT SO ASHAMED TO BE IN THIS FAMILY! I HATE YOU! SO DO EVERYONE ELSE. BUNCH OF SELFISH FREAKS. I WILL BE BETTER OFF WITHOUT A USELESS FATHER LIKE YOU! WHY DON'T YOU GO AND DIE! One day i might just take a chopper and chop you into pieces before feeding the dog! GO AND DIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111366840324710440?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111366840324710440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111366840324710440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111366840324710440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111366840324710440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/fuck-off.html' title='Fuck off!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111354058220653355</id><published>2005-04-15T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T12:49:42.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>365 bedtime stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Follow-my-leader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dolly, Molly and Holly liked playing follow-my-leader. They played it on the way home from school, through the park and up the garden path. They played follow-my-leader through the back door and across the kitchen floor, where they made threww sets of muddy footmarks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Right!" said their mother. "You can play follow-my-leader with a mop and bucket until my floor is clean once more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-The End-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Haha. End of story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111354058220653355?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111354058220653355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111354058220653355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111354058220653355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111354058220653355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/365-bedtime-stories.html' title='365 bedtime stories'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111348381311949719</id><published>2005-04-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:03:33.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection problemz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai! These few days like no connection. Just got online for awhile and got disconnected, so i couldn't even blog or do anything. Nearly bored to death! Tomorrow going to school for SC meeting, in the banner-making group... should be fun! Hmm... Lately cant sleep well, maybe it is because of the bed. =.= I can wake up several times in the middle of the night. Not enough sleep! zZzZzZzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Think my neighbour is cooking something nice this afternoon because i can smell "gao dian" the whole afternoon. Although i don't feel hungry, but i just can't help but crave for the "gao dian"s. Actually it is both mi and nei bu nei. But none of us wanna go out buy. Lolz. Simply lazy! =P~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111348381311949719?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111348381311949719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111348381311949719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111348381311949719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111348381311949719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/connection-problemz.html' title='Connection problemz'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111321624876920107</id><published>2005-04-11T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:44:08.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So bored! Ever since holiday starts there is this one big word in my dictionary. That is "boredom". Think i want to get a job, afterall this is gonna be a long holiday. I shouldn't waste it by sitting at home everyday right? Besides, i need money to shop! Hehez. But then, come to think of it, a bit lazy to go buy newspaper lei. Wee hehehe. Because i don't get any allowance, so i think i really got no choice but to get a job. Erm... otherwise how am i gonna pay for my phone bills. That day mi and my sista were talking about how we should fully utilise our plan. Lolz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last night, i watched the "100 tales of Horror". With my sista of course. Because i am growing up to be a timid and useless people. LolZ. Erm... But then i think i liked that Snow ghost. One thing is that she is very pretty, another thing is that i think those greedy people just deserve to die. =X Opps! Hei hei hei...When the show is about to end, my parents reached home and then my papa was going on and on about the show as if we know nothing. =.= Here's the scenario that i did this afternoon. I am real bored!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/skincontent.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111321624876920107?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111321624876920107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111321624876920107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111321624876920107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111321624876920107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-boring-day.html' title='Another boring day!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111311175478280871</id><published>2005-04-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:42:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;There is simply nothing better to do. Even nei bu nei is studying some ethics book. Maybe i should do just that too. =.= Man... Boring and humid day. Argh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I look through my pictures folder and found this interesting picture i've made about a few months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/zhugouburu.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What happened? To protect the rights of mi and my friend, i've decided to tell this story in some language that you may not have come across before. But still, when i type this, it is full of feelings... so please read with respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:$&amp;*#&amp;amp;$*#&amp;%*#&amp;amp;%#*&amp;@$*&amp;amp;#(%&amp;(*#&amp;amp;%(*#&amp;%(*&amp;amp;#%(*&amp;#%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;$&amp;amp;*#&amp;$*#&amp;amp;%*#&amp;%#*&amp;amp;@$*&amp;#(%&amp;amp; (*#&amp;%(*#&amp;amp;%(*&amp;#%(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;amp;#%BLackheartedahpek&amp;*#@$&amp;amp;(*#@&amp;$(*#&amp;amp;$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&amp;#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLackheartedahpek&amp;amp;*#@$&amp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:*#@&amp;amp;$(*#&amp;$(*"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*#@&amp;amp;$(*#&amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(* #&amp;amp;%*&amp;#%* &amp;amp;#(%&amp;#(&amp;amp;%(#&amp;%(#%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(*#curseandswear!!!!@$&amp;amp;#*$&amp;#(*&amp;amp;%(&amp;$#%*(&amp;amp;#*$(%#*$&amp;#@($*)(#$urteethandhairandurliangxinall@$*#&amp;amp;*%($&amp;#*%U(*#U%(*#U%*#beigouchi!!!!@*$&amp;amp;*@&amp;$#(&amp;amp;%(*#&amp;$*(@&amp;amp;$(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$urteethandhairandurliangxinall@$*#&amp;*%($&amp;amp;#*%U(*#U%(*#U%*#beigouchi!!!!@*$&amp;*@&amp;amp;$#(&amp;%(*#&amp;amp;$*(@&amp;$(*&amp;amp;@(*$&amp;(@$&amp;amp;(@&amp;$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*&amp;amp;@(*$&amp;(@$&amp;amp;(@&amp;$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;cry#$&amp;amp;*#(&amp;%(#&amp;amp;%#&amp;(%cry#@($&amp;amp;#($&amp;#*&amp;amp;%*#$#&amp;$(#*stupid@$(#($*#(%*#$oldass$(#*$)(#*$)(#stupid(@$*)(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@*$)(#crampledass#($(#*$)#*$)#*$"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#@*$)(#crampledass#($(#*$)#*$)#*$)#(norights"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;#@*$)(#crampledass#($(#*$)#*$)#*$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;)#(norights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Phew! End of story... =) Good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111311175478280871?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111311175478280871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111311175478280871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111311175478280871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111311175478280871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111306220048930622</id><published>2005-04-09T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:56:40.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another box of vcds</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I meet shen today and we started on a new show. Another "ou xiang ju". By Yang chen ling and Li wei. Hmm... not really that nice because i don't like the characters in this show. Abit fickle-minded especially the girl, just cannot decide who she want to be with. Or let's say she've decided to be with Xiao feng, yet still cannot have a clean cut between another guy and herself. Hmm... We watched the whole volume I plus 2 vcd from volume II for the past 12 hours. lolZ Its really watching non-stop. =.='' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I wondered for all the time that we are together, how many shows have we watched together. Most of the time we had nothing to say to each other. So i am glad that there are such things as vcds. I know it's quite bad. But i think i've changed. No longer am i the one who can share with anyone about anything. I realised that i prefer to keep things to myself or just like what i am doing now... It's getting harder and harder to face people. Sometimes i just hate the crowd, hate the way they might look at mi. I am no longer mi. The one that don't care a damn about what other people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I've learnt to be hypocrite sometimes. It's easier to get by being hypocrite. Because sometimes people like to hear lies rather then  the truth. This is where white lies comes in. What have i done for the past 18 years? Nothing meaningful or anything special that people remember. I guess many secondary friends don't remember how i look like already. Haha. I knew that some do... Because we are still keeping in contact. But i donno about the majority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I regreted many things that i've done in the past. Some regrets are actually getting to know someone... ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Think there's someone getting married until my block. Argh... i can smell the food... =P~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111306220048930622?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111306220048930622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111306220048930622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111306220048930622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111306220048930622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-box-of-vcds.html' title='Another box of vcds'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111297858308841234</id><published>2005-04-09T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T01:21:43.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love money</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/coins004.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y150/sissymi/coins014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow wow.... Look at that! Yes, that is money!!! But it's not mine! Aww...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Today help my mama count her money and mi and my brother make these just for fun. Haha! 20cent coins all lined up into a heart. Worth $278.40! Haha =X Each dot represents $1. Woo... In the end all my fingers turn "greyish". Afterall the coins are "dirty". As in really dirty since it actually donno past how many person's hands. Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What does the money in heart shape represents? Well it isn't simply "I love money"! It is "I love 20cent coins". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Enough of the money talk. Had a normal day. As in really normal. Because I just wake up brush teeth, drink milk, online, ate lunch, watched television programmes, dinner, more television programmes, count money, and now online again. Life is so meaningless. =( Please add some colours to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111297858308841234?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111297858308841234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111297858308841234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111297858308841234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111297858308841234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-money.html' title='I love money'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111285418033067023</id><published>2005-04-07T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:45:26.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all is well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well everything turned up to be okay! i decided to give both of us a chance to start all over again. yes... start afresh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wee... yesterday went to help up my mama. Man the uncle opposite so noisy =X keep making the "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" sound. haha then my sista say he sounded like duck... "quacking" haha! actually very "chi er" i don't like it. so does the customers. they always turn to stare at him with the irritated look. I think if he don't make so much noise, he would have much better business. by the way, i don't like my papa. He is so hao lian. like want all of us to follow exactly what he does. =.= hello~ my iq not 0! i got a thinking of my own, and most of the things he want us to do is like... so common sense! =.= gosh... i think he is a bit deaf lei! because everytime we talk to him he cannot hear, then customer repeat order so many times le then he can hear. =.= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think i need a spring mattress. =( my back hurts badly. argh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i wanna change to a new skin again! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111285418033067023?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111285418033067023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111285418033067023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111285418033067023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111285418033067023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-is-well.html' title='all is well...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111277030118184574</id><published>2005-04-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:51:41.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;feeling so bored... i need something to spend my time. &gt;_&lt; games ="("&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i want zai sheng yuan vcd. i want zai sheng yuan vcd. i wan zai sheng yuan vcd. i missed 4 ephisodes le. so sad =( *sobz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111277030118184574?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111277030118184574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111277030118184574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111277030118184574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111277030118184574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title='bored....'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111250101847934214</id><published>2005-04-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T12:03:38.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i hate myself! we broken up... i hurt him... i know i did. but what can i do to make it up to you? Just make sure you live well okay. =( i don't want to lie to you. and breaking up is the only possible option. I don't want to lie to you whenever i stay out late, i don't want to lie to you!whenever i did... i felt so guilty. I've never lied so many times in my life. Nothing but a stupid liar... i  lifted you high and let you go... i feel the pain...just like e way you want mi too. you  want mi to be guilty for the rest of my life... tell you...i will. i hate myself for breaking up with you. But i don't want to wait until we all end up like my parents then regret. everything will be too late by then. you're really nice. but i don't deserve it. I know one day i might regret, for giving up someone like you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;nobody loved mi the way like you did. they all sux! but the better the reality is... the more i wonder if its true. What if you turned out to be like them? i hate myself... i hate to be here hurting you. why did you loved mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111250101847934214?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111250101847934214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111250101847934214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111250101847934214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111250101847934214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-myself.html' title='i hate myself'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111249552802956495</id><published>2005-04-03T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T10:32:08.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i sux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;totally fed up with myself! argh...idiotic mi...stupid mi! can't even learn to care for a people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but am i really not ready for a relationship or is it because i don't  love him? i am really confused. i don't want to hurt anybody... but i am already doing so! everything is just out of control. i want to go out with friends, i want to have fun, i want my freedom no restrictions!! love mi if you can do that... leave mi if you can't... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;argh... please don't pressurize mi by saying that you'll give up on your study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111249552802956495?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111249552802956495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111249552802956495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111249552802956495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111249552802956495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-sux.html' title='i sux'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111246509395559617</id><published>2005-04-03T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T02:04:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;just came back home from bbq. lolz. another outing for woodlanders. but this time quite a lot of people. although many didn't turn up like they said they would. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;man...play swing also! its being so long since i last play swing. lolz. i play until my leg feel so "suan" =X too long never exercise le. Play swing also feel tired. hahaz. moreover we waited so long for the swing. cos got many kids ma. then  we feel so "pai seh" to actually fighting over a swing with them. haha. so we waited until night then we go and have fun. but really waited for so long, until i feel like chasing them away lor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;heng i never bbq anything. or else that thing confirm chao da! haha =X i only helped in  eating hehez. i know lazy but better then mi going there and dao luan right! =X muahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111246509395559617?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111246509395559617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111246509395559617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111246509395559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111246509395559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111237106897704053</id><published>2005-04-01T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:57:48.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>april fool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it marks the end of my final exam this semester at 4p.m. woot~~ today is april fool...man got "fooled" by yuan yuan quite a number of times today. wow...i actually went out for a whole day with my panda eyes. =.= argh..... suddenly feel like there's nothing to do after exam. Lolz so weird &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111237106897704053?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111237106897704053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111237106897704053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111237106897704053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111237106897704053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fool.html' title='april fool!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111224293271605630</id><published>2005-03-31T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:07:55.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mi n sista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/640/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;neoprints i took with nei bu nei! i bth la...take neoprint frm long hair den drop drop drop until left only short hair &gt;_&lt; etc ="X"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111224293271605630?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111224293271605630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111224293271605630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111224293271605630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111224293271605630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/mi-n-sista.html' title='mi n sista'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111222739712385194</id><published>2005-03-31T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:47:20.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid ass u got!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;argh...woke up so early to study! Am i just as hardworking! =P Finally got to the mid-part of chapter 3. Idiot mediacorps...all beccause of their nice nice programmes that i spent all my time the day before and 2 days before just sitting there and watching tv. =.= Gosh... mediacorps please dao bi!!! &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a long lost enemy: *#&amp;$(&lt;a href="mailto:*@&amp;amp;$(#&amp;%(#%*#(&amp;amp;%(#&amp;%(*#&amp;amp;%#&amp;%(*#HIHFWIAHIFOWI$&amp;amp;*#(&amp;%(*#&amp;amp;%*#Y%(*Y#(%Y#(%"&gt;*@&amp;$(#&amp;amp;%(#%*#(&amp;%(#&amp;amp;%(*#&amp;%#&amp;amp;%(*#HIHFWIAHIFOWI$&amp;*#(&amp;amp;%(*#&amp;amp;%*#Y%(*Y#(%Y#(%&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;phew~ feel great to let out my feeling! now gotta go study revision slides! stil got many chapters to go. By the way, i can agar agar sing the "eternal happiness" already! yippee!!! but think my sis they all quite poor thingy must listen to mi mumble everytime...lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Jia you! good luck to those having cip paper today! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111222739712385194?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111222739712385194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111222739712385194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111222739712385194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111222739712385194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/stupid-ass-u-got.html' title='stupid ass u got!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111215091818376856</id><published>2005-03-30T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:48:38.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my goodness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ARgh!! Just now i wrote a blog, then got lotsa feelings. Who knows when i post then the page got problem... All my feelings gone now!! Mei gan jue le!!! Qi si wor!! Next time must copy first. Man... update later when i got the feelings back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Go watch cartoon le... Little KC DC!! wahoo~ =X [Young at heart] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Set my alarm at 5.30p.m. for every week days...Zai sheng yuan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;7.00p.m. ...Shao nian da qin chai no more le...good or baD? Cos that means i can watch the 7.30p.m. show at U channel le...hahaZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;By the way, I just found out that i'm a visual learner and am a left brainy( based on many many tests). WooT~I can remember about 90% of the stuffs i see. Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IQ for an average people is around 100. IQ ranging from 122-144 are extremely above average. Where am i standing? =/ I am quite stupid &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My EQ is only about 122, pretty average i guessed. Hai...I will try other tests again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But i think i really don't know how to pioritise. My CIP paper is on thursday and Bstats on Friday. But i'm doing anything but studying. Actually i really wished i can be hardworking, but i don't have the will to sit there and study. Life shouldn't be wasted? Or is it just that i only discover all the interesting things during exam period? Maybe i would do well for exam if i just put in a little effort. Why am i not doing it... Argh... It's really "anything but study" before exam! I think only Janet can understand how i feel right now. I know many people may think that i "studied but say didn't". But it's really up to you? Hahaz There are really a lot more interesting things besides studying. Kids central got many nice nice cartoons; channel U &amp; 8 have many nice nice tv serials; nice games like zone.com, kiss+tell with Dr. Ian Kerner, maplestory? I wanna settle down and study... I really want to... But ... Studying is too stressful for mi... yet i still want good result! Argh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111215091818376856?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111215091818376856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111215091818376856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111215091818376856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111215091818376856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-goodness.html' title='my goodness...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111214926556871151</id><published>2005-03-30T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T14:44:47.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog? wat's a blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai! These few days don know why forgot i got a blog. Lolz. Watching tv, sleeping late, waking up late. So relaxed! =X Spent most of time doing tests on tickle.com. Lolz especially personality tests, IQ tests etc. So nice. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111214926556871151?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111214926556871151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111214926556871151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111214926556871151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111214926556871151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-wats-blog.html' title='blog? wat&apos;s a blog'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111192947269948783</id><published>2005-03-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:17:52.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very nice song...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who can translate for mi the lyrics of the song "Eternal Happiness" by Raymond Lam?? Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111192947269948783?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111192947269948783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111192947269948783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111192947269948783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111192947269948783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-nice-song.html' title='Very nice song...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111189861277229331</id><published>2005-03-27T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:43:32.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling lonely...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hai...My sister went out to study with friends le. My brother playing with the neighbour's kids. I am so bored. So hungry...since last night. I also want to study with friends but think all still struggling ba... Better don't disturb. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I can't concentrate on my studies le. Stupid family, can hear them quarrel early in the morning. I haven study for my micro-economics lor...How to do well? All they know is to ask for mi to do well. But did they even give a word of encouragement? NO! All they know is to quarrel all day long. No mood to study! Haha. Don't care le. I go out eat alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111189861277229331?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111189861277229331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111189861277229331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111189861277229331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111189861277229331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-lonely.html' title='Feeling lonely...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111185521993907861</id><published>2005-03-27T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T01:01:59.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitty family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I created a new blog although i already got about 5 other accounts which i forgot all the passwords...Hahaz....So stupid..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I spent the whole day making this new blog. From 9+am to 5+pm..lolz around there i think. Because i cannot decide what skin to choose.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Stupid parents, forever quarrelling. They never spare a thought for the kids. Or at least for my younger brother. I hate them. I hate my mother, hate my father. My mother is a stupid liar who can lie without a sense of guilt. I really don't know what they are up to. At least quarrel once a week. Don't they ever feel tired of quarrelling? If they don't, i am sick of seeing them quarrelling!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My sis told mi that she saw dried blood at the corner of my mother's lips and dried blood at one side of my papa's nose. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Don't they have a brain? Divorce. Just divorce. Why hang on to this broken marriage? It's meaningless. I don't need a broken family. I don't. &lt;a href="mailto:*@&amp;#*@&amp;amp;amp;(*$&amp;(@$"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*@&amp;amp;amp;amp;#*@&amp;(*$&amp;amp;(@$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They quarreled again just now. I am totally disgusted. Maybe marriage is really a disaster. I really feel like taking a chopper and chop them into pieces before feeding the dog. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;They never spare a thought for our feelings. They like to force us to do things we don't like. WTH! I am born in the wrong family. I don't want them to be my parents. I never want to. I hate them! I feel no love. I hate them. My friends' parent care more then they did. What a joke...hah! I know they will fight again tonight. Just don't ever let mi know...=( I hate them. I hate them!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111185521993907861?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111185521993907861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111185521993907861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111185521993907861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111185521993907861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/shitty-family.html' title='Shitty family...'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111174787234331152</id><published>2005-03-25T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T14:52:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pheW!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Luckily nothing was wrong with my lappy. But why can't I on it yesterday?? O_o weird... I think someone pour water over it. Bcos i found a glass of water beside my lappy ma. hmmm....don let mi find out is which idiot or  else i will kick his/her ass. Bleh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I lost my final exam article....=( donno how sia. Although i read once but...hmm... I wasn't sure what's the market structure yet. I wanted to photocopy yuan yuan's one but i wanna rush home watch "zai sheng yuan"... haha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[Tiemuer married Kuozhen le. Although he is not willing but like that abit dui bu qi Kuozhen. I thought he should just accept her. Haha. Cos i want Xiao char char and lijun to be together ma. =X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111174787234331152?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111174787234331152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111174787234331152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111174787234331152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111174787234331152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/phew.html' title='pheW!!'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111174287841147767</id><published>2005-03-24T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:27:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I woke up at abt 8 today...so tired...JUST TO STUDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;But too bad there is no breakfast and I can't study with an empty stomach. In the end I drank 2 cups of coffee, 1 cup of cereal, 1 cup of milo. Lolx I still feel hungry. =( So ke lian. A bit like "tian yi". The first time I got the "feeling" to work hard, this sucha things happen to mi. Moreover, I don't know why I can't on my lap top! So idiotic de... In the end nei bu nei lend mi her lappy. Lucky or unlucky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111174287841147767?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111174287841147767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111174287841147767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111174287841147767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111174287841147767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111162341665345006</id><published>2005-03-24T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T08:16:56.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam starts tOday &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I woke up at 8am which is now to study,especially for OB. I am soOooo hardworking. =D heheZ But I don't think I can finish all the topics by 11.15am. Feeling the stress already... I need coffee and bao zi now. =( Too hungry and sleepy to study!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I bet with Tutu that if I get at least a 'B' I will have a treat from him. Haha. I want ice-cream. Woo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111162341665345006?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111162341665345006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111162341665345006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111162341665345006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111162341665345006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/exam-starts-today.html' title='exam starts tOday &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111155764780095490</id><published>2005-03-23T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T12:45:18.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/640/collage11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/320/collage11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PiCs i took for jieBin, Jenna, LeeLing N yuan yuan at donno which canteen in sch. happY memories =D But their happy memories li mei you wo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111155764780095490?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111155764780095490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111155764780095490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155764780095490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155764780095490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/pics-i-took-for-jiebin-jenna-leeling-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111155756404265266</id><published>2005-03-23T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:04:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/640/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mY bro's bDay =D having a great time while my parents are overseas! He said its his best birthday bcos its the first time he no need to spend with those uncle n aunties. woo hoot~ =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111155756404265266?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111155756404265266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111155756404265266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155756404265266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155756404265266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-bros-bday-d-having-great-time-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111155745532054646</id><published>2005-03-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:05:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;tOok these pics with shen on his bday last yr =P! mY piNkpepper long time nv play le =.= cos i got new acc! wahhaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111155745532054646?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111155745532054646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111155745532054646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155745532054646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155745532054646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/took-these-pics-with-shen-on-his-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111155595037420470</id><published>2005-03-23T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:05:50.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/640/DSCI0078_edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660066 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660066 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660066 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/4292/320/DSCI0078_edited1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sis, Bro N mi! ko ai ko ai ma? hmm toOk tiS quite lOng agO =D bUt OuR faCe hAvEn chAnGe nia ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111155595037420470?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111155595037420470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111155595037420470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155595037420470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111155595037420470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/sis-bro-n-mi-ko-ai-ko-ai-ma-hmm-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11623030.post-111150853578220161</id><published>2005-03-23T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:10:50.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eXam feVer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Man! It's so terrible! It's my final exam this thurs and I haven't get down to studying yet. But OB how to study? Like all theories... I will start studying soon. =D&lt;br /&gt;My eyes...poor eyes. =~~( My right eye just recover then now it's my left eye's turn. Just hoped it will recover soon. Because I can't face people with my eyes like that. AwWwW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11623030-111150853578220161?l=sissymi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/feeds/111150853578220161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11623030&amp;postID=111150853578220161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111150853578220161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11623030/posts/default/111150853578220161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sissymi.blogspot.com/2005/03/exam-fever.html' title='eXam feVer'/><author><name>Da Royal Garage</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PV1t3MJdRnY/SLFNVx6SKaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/xh-tWX4tqOc/S220/DRGlogowithC1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
