<?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-8519862043256707755</id><updated>2012-01-22T09:29:32.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home Sweet Home</title><subtitle type='html'>Little Love, Little Warm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-967934039148286978</id><published>2008-08-09T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:49:50.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;woops. super long din post here d. lol. cause of some reasons, im addicted to pixnet. and created an account there. lol. will seldom blog here d i guess. hehe. by the way, 1 more day till my piano exam. scared wey!! haha. this week non stop practising. god bless me. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tomorrow will start the etika's intensive course adi. 3 months. every weekend have to attend classes in segi college. sigh. trial as well coming. and soon SPM!! got the timetable for SPM adi. it doesnt look upset, in fact we are quite comfortable with it. and i counted! its actually only 9 days for us. truly cant wait till then. i'll &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;totally go crazy. hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;btw, tomorrow will be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;going for movie after class. accompany pek~~ sobb sobb. im &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gona be light bulb there. aiks aiks. what to do. since im a good goood friend. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hehes. good nite :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-967934039148286978?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/967934039148286978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=967934039148286978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/967934039148286978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/967934039148286978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/08/woops.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7297356847147599608</id><published>2008-07-28T15:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:23:45.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures with JYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11K1OUPlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i3g3-zatfMo/s1600-h/1217169779.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227963571393281618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11K1OUPlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i3g3-zatfMo/s320/1217169779.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMKSU 学生与 JYM 的大合照 ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LZsWpyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e-7X8ju79uQ/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227963581182945058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LZsWpyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/e-7X8ju79uQ/s320/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JYM 和两位 MC 在台上...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227967022476221218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14Ttgm2yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/_U_nnW60cKg/s320/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JYM在唱歌~ 跟台下的观众互动...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TUs239I/AAAAAAAAAFc/-m4nYRxWIUc/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227967015816716242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TUs239I/AAAAAAAAAFc/-m4nYRxWIUc/s320/Picture+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;粉丝们纷纷排队取得JYM的签名与合照&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LIg48TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/snYBef04CEA/s1600-h/Picture+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227963576571457842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LIg48TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/snYBef04CEA/s320/Picture+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;华文学会筹委与JYM的合照&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TfGQTvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NNzvpDbV_B0/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227967018607595250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TfGQTvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/NNzvpDbV_B0/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JYM被学记访问过程中...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TqUxh9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cAd2pL2WfN0/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227967021621282770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14TqUxh9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/cAd2pL2WfN0/s320/Picture+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME AND JYM!! HEEHEE ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LX2KAGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sarUEknMBMQ/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227963580687188066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11LX2KAGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sarUEknMBMQ/s320/Picture+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JAZZ AND ME WITH JYM ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11K9BrfSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s2boVc5MlSE/s1600-h/1217169780.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227963573487762722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11K9BrfSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/s2boVc5MlSE/s320/1217169780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAY CHEESSsE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14T83Hx8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PsNtCz6Ehtw/s1600-h/1217169781.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227967026597185474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI14T83Hx8I/AAAAAAAAAF8/PsNtCz6Ehtw/s320/1217169781.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE CARD FOR JYM =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7297356847147599608?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7297356847147599608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=7297356847147599608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7297356847147599608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7297356847147599608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-with-jym.html' title='Pictures with JYM'/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SI11K1OUPlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/i3g3-zatfMo/s72-c/1217169779.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-9059465122397508081</id><published>2008-07-27T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:53:23.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally it's over! woke up so early in the morning today to prepare for this activity. truly exhausted now. super excited when i met Jym. he's really nice and friendly in person. hehe. we took some pics with him. will upload later =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im relieved. although this activity didnt really work like whatever super big performance. but at least, it went fine throughout. not as bad as what i expected. now is time for me to really concentrate on my studies adi! T.T &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, yesterday i watched Astro 新秀大赛 Final! for sure. lol. and wan qian got first place! applause~~ was so nervous when the judges were deciding to vote for anyone of them. haha. anyhow, i favour wan qian more. hehe. and she won! *winks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im super duper hungry!! sob sob. havent eat since 6 in the morning. aww, im smart enough to tell my parents not to ta bau for me :) lol. go and find food now lu! tata!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-9059465122397508081?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/9059465122397508081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=9059465122397508081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/9059465122397508081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/9059465122397508081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally-its-over-woke-up-so-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-8466280282583349181</id><published>2008-07-26T00:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T01:12:58.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoH8YAjrDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cxdOYMeNRJc/s1600-h/Photo-1613-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226999051335216178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoH8YAjrDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/cxdOYMeNRJc/s400/Photo-1613-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The old violin and the new violin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226995166110480450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoEaOay-EI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SXrQbL0k3t4/s400/Photo-1610-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The brand new one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoFigsyUBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IKVz9vnvCzI/s1600-h/Photo-1605-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226996407968354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoFigsyUBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/IKVz9vnvCzI/s400/Photo-1605-1.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Webcam-ing with my dearest sister in Australia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226998440034086786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIoHYyvAr4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/T1SyvGHXNZ0/s400/Photo-1606-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; The brown little cute doggy locked in the cage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s281.photobucket.com/albums/kk221/appleyanz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Photo-1613-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-8466280282583349181?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8466280282583349181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=8466280282583349181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-2544561529131534521</id><published>2008-07-23T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:00:13.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;due to the replacement of school day on this saturday, our talent competition is delayed to sunday, 10am to 1.30pm. but it looks like there are still many problems that we havent solve yet. date and time are moved at last minute. so we have to annouce all once again. the flyers have to change and stuff. everything is going messy. but there's still a good news, we had successed to invite Jym 庄靖毅, an artist, as the guest of this activity. but now, just received a call from kz, the PA system that we wanted earlier, has failed. cause of the changes. it's a sunday and the price will be 3 times more expensive than the initial one. omg, that's too much man. for sure it has been rejected, as we will not be able to afford rm1200 for it. kz will try hard to rent from CF, but i guess it might not be a success. and the last and only choice is, rent from the school, which is not an easy job too. and worrying that it might not be a good one. anyhow, we must sell Jym's albums in these few days time. let's make it a success! gogogo :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-2544561529131534521?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/2544561529131534521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=2544561529131534521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/2544561529131534521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/2544561529131534521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/due-to-replacement-of-school-day-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7961526091594274125</id><published>2008-07-23T21:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:09:45.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Top Crazy Fun Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc45g2Zp_I/AAAAAAAAADY/zXVr61qjopM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226208453308557298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc45g2Zp_I/AAAAAAAAADY/zXVr61qjopM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Observe carefully, it's a place of games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226206672315965218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc3R2IrXyI/AAAAAAAAACw/5uTseSZT79w/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; This is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226206845441683122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc3b7FELrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hij8DmsxskI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;looks scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226208203113020082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc4q8zIurI/AAAAAAAAADQ/g8cDiIgxWRk/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;or fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226207126317536450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc3sRbFlMI/AAAAAAAAADI/RLVshB4UqI0/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you dare to sit on it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm willing to try, it looks exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7961526091594274125?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7961526091594274125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=7961526091594274125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7961526091594274125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7961526091594274125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/world-top-crazy-game.html' title='World&apos;s Top Crazy Fun Fair'/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SIc45g2Zp_I/AAAAAAAAADY/zXVr61qjopM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-3053702312507826493</id><published>2008-07-22T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:13:57.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all the actitivities, life's soon getting bored again. so unhappening days of mine. wanted to post but i found nothing to write. everyday is like same routine. keep repeating and repeating, what a never ending story. life. this saturday will be the talent competition adi. tickets are selling at rm5. i really hope, it may not be a very good one, but at least, a fine one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i start to care for his existence. wth? always looking for him. errgg.... this feeling is making me super uncomfortable. im not used to it, at all. seriously, weird, weird, and weird...!! how could i? i wonder.. and i even start to feel something stupid whenever i see her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it comes so sudden. i guess it's not a real one. it's just an illusion.. illusion huh? or.. it's probably just a.. ah.. friends or whatever. but definitely, never, never be more than that!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-3053702312507826493?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3053702312507826493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=3053702312507826493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3053702312507826493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3053702312507826493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/after-all-actitivities-lifes-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7496232074730482533</id><published>2008-07-18T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:43:53.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;not that happy in school today. cause of that thingy, i felt quite sad about the condition at that moment. actually i almost cried too. lol, funny. somehow things are getting better i guess. got my new violin just today. hehe. gona take super good care of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;another thing, i feel damn weird after those activities. oh gosh, seriously, it's like weird feelings between us. im not sure whether he feels that way too. but i can sense that, something is growing inside me. impossible man. things are not going right. it feels comfortable, but it doesnt feel right. wait for some time, everything will be swept away soon. yeah? but im afraid, if the feeling's getting stronger. normally it wouldnt be like this rite. yeap... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;trial is just around the corner!! super scared wey. sob sob..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7496232074730482533?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7496232074730482533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=7496232074730482533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7496232074730482533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7496232074730482533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-that-happy-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-4431507539346587275</id><published>2008-07-13T08:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:48:55.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;wa, very long didnt post adi eh. these few weeks super busy. worrying about my studies, trial is coming very soon, yet im still busy with other activities. sigh. last few days keep practising badminton with yz they all. actually it was quite fun. cause i seldom have friends to play badminton with. and it is my only favourite sport. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;aiks, should be a lot to write about last week. but i didnt find any free time to blog, now i forgot everything. swts. never mind, not wasting time here already. there are still a lot to do. tired.. wake up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-4431507539346587275?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4431507539346587275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=4431507539346587275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/4431507539346587275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/4431507539346587275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/wa-very-long-didnt-post-adi-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7421441197720077234</id><published>2008-07-09T21:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:10:13.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SHTFXFXp_QI/AAAAAAAAACg/Q9KngNotC3E/s1600-h/1_369693036l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221014868398308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SHTFXFXp_QI/AAAAAAAAACg/Q9KngNotC3E/s400/1_369693036l.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;第一次相遇……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;他和她没有任何交触&lt;br /&gt;也没有注意对方存在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;第二次相遇……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;他和她巧合之下 开始聊天玩笑&lt;br /&gt;偶尔眼神交触&lt;br /&gt;彼此不禁笑了起来 也不知怎么回事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;第三次相遇……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她认定了他 只要点他帮忙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们只是每两三个月见一次面&lt;br /&gt;但还是觉得这种感觉很特别&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她开始偶尔想他&lt;br /&gt;再暗地里笑自己傻瓜&lt;br /&gt;竟在这种情况下心里突然多了个他&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;虽然只是个很小很小的位置&lt;br /&gt;但还是觉得她与他的相遇很奇妙&lt;br /&gt;偶尔更会猜想他会不会想起她&lt;br /&gt;还是根本没把她摆在心上&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许身为这种职业&lt;br /&gt;这或许只是他工作的一份子&lt;br /&gt;每天这么多不一样的顾客&lt;br /&gt;他也许对每个人都一视同仁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是对于她&lt;br /&gt;却希望对于他&lt;br /&gt;自己是众多里最特别的一位&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如今的她&lt;br /&gt;期待着两个月后&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;第四次的相遇……&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7421441197720077234?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7421441197720077234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=7421441197720077234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7421441197720077234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7421441197720077234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SHTFXFXp_QI/AAAAAAAAACg/Q9KngNotC3E/s72-c/1_369693036l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-4894738618878612947</id><published>2008-07-06T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:11:42.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;johor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jie's&lt;/span&gt; baby girl was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; cute! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. i went to saloon as usual, treatment and cut as usual, chatting with him as usual, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting in love with it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know whether &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the one over sensitive or what. too much to say, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not going to mention them here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. he's just so observant, and cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. okay, 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;october&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; always like this. naa, forget it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to eat the famous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;kajang&lt;/span&gt; satay when we were on the way back. i remember there was where he brought me to. suddenly a kind of feeling rushed into my mind. and i felt that, i was so insane. those days, i din know how could i be such an innocent girl. what a bad memories in my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;aniway&lt;/span&gt;, its over. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what happen to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt;. simply send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; some stupid link. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;hrm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. this time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really quite sure about it, about my feelings. i know what is that happening. and i find that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; never what i used to be. in some way, i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; changed. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure, it's never a bad thing. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-4894738618878612947?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/4894738618878612947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=4894738618878612947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/4894738618878612947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/4894738618878612947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo-im-back-from-johor.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-870220863377491155</id><published>2008-06-30T16:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:10:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know why i was so angry last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like the feeling and the way he behaved. yeah, obviously i knew he was unhappy. but i think he was just too sensitive. by the way this is not the main problem. its like, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; la, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; show your anger if u want to follow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; follow if u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; feel like it. rite? i was angry either. till yesterday night, we debated about it. i was so angry when we were in this topic. but my mind keep reminding me that, it was not a big matter. in addition, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; find any good reason for myself to be that angry, or to complain about anything. nothing at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not supposed to feel that way. yea rite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;phew, everything has settled somehow. forget it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;now this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really worried that things could not go well. i think it's meaningless to let it remain in this condition and continue going. it went well every year. somehow i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dare to imagine how will it be for this year. really will be like super weird if the whole thing left only singing category. cant be possible rite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;somemore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the participants are so few. can u imagine how's the scene, having so big place, having nice decorations, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; looks wow. and then.... things later on, cant even think of it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still saying want to invite idol? if can of course everyone wishes, but sometimes we just have to be more logic and rational rite. if the condition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; allow, then forget it. if everyone is so cooperate and willing to do their part more responsible, what's the problem man, go for it! but now, see what? sad to say that, no, not at all. we are totally not prepared. it will just end up embarrassing. i know my words might be too harsh, but i cant deny, this is the fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tinggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. the new born baby is one month old! so fast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. will be meeting the big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;happy family again! and of course, saloon!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;owh&lt;/span&gt; ya. i saw my damn super old friend yesterday at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;bm&lt;/span&gt; seminar in UM. really super shocked when she suddenly appeared to say hi. i hesitated for a short second, recalling this familiar fair girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mind. shocked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. we used to be quite good friend in primary school eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;syuen&lt;/span&gt;, haven seen her for 5 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kiu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. she's still the same old face, the only change is her long hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. what a good feeling to meet an old friend. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-870220863377491155?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/870220863377491155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=870220863377491155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/870220863377491155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/870220863377491155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-didnt-know-why-i-was-so-angry-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-594054777361723267</id><published>2008-06-23T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:38:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a real contented weekend. cause of the school's talent quest audition. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; society was responsible for the decoration of the stage. everyone was blaming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yz&lt;/span&gt; for choosing this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! cause it was a super hard work. we stayed in school since morning till evening. just to prepare all those decoration stuff. but i went home a bit earlier cause had piano lesson. actually it was quite fun to do stuff together as a group. we joke, we play, we do. figuring out things together. then at night i went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yc's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt; eh. my first step into his house. i stunted. in my mind, this house is kind of... weird. there was a pond inside the house. a super weird pond. the shape of this house was special. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to describe. then super many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;buddha&lt;/span&gt; stuff around. i shocked. his family follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fengshui&lt;/span&gt; i guess. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. later on the few of us started to talk about ghost stories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt;. stories non stop. damn scary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. these two days i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; dare to switch off the light at night man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;swts&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;so lets move on to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;. i woke up at 6.30am. i reached school at 7am. o my god! it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; u know?! even on normal school days i usually reach school at 7.30am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lor! fine then, when we &lt;/span&gt;just wanted to start working, we realised we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; open the door of the store beside the stage. and our things were all kept inside. trying to climb in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. but realised it was too dangerous. quite high. after bout an hour, finally! we opened up the door by using sharp equipment to unlock it. phew. now work starts. everyone helping each other to put up those decorations on the board and wall. climbing up and down. spent us almost 4 hrs. all of us super hungry. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;yz's&lt;/span&gt; mum bought us pizzas and we went out to buy cold drinks. we ate like we had never eaten for few days. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. teachers praised us for doing a good job. they said the deco was very nice. though we all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think so. we felt there were still many places which were imperfect. anyway, we had tried our best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;then, another o my god. never thought that this talent quest thingy will take so long period to end. we all waited like crazy. almost fell asleep. keep complaining to each other about the singing part was too long and its getting super boring. keep counting how many participants left. super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. took about 6 hrs for singing. and finally! dancing! the only moment we waited for whole day long like stupid. many groups were actually quite good. super high. the audience keep cheering and screaming all the way. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; ended at 8.30pm. and as the crew, we had to clear up stuff and all. super tired &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. first time i stayed in school till night. remember i'd never wanted to be in school at night. cause i knew there were many 'things' around. heard too many stories happening. but never thought it was that dark and scary. luckily there were bunch of friends walking together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;just heard a super big news. mother told me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;chunwei&lt;/span&gt;, my cousin, was sent into hospital. high fever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; recover for few days. and now, predicting it might be leukemia. i shocked. damn in a sudden. he's younger than me u know. just 16 if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not wrong. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt; his family is like some sort of problem family. sigh, just hope it will not be real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-594054777361723267?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/594054777361723267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=594054777361723267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/594054777361723267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/594054777361723267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-had-real-contented-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-3305764823775326427</id><published>2008-06-18T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:45:49.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;never know that, i actually care that much for friendship. tears nearly dropped when i was talking to him about it. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; try what he taught me to do. i guess i really cant make the move. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; tried really hard in other ways &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. though things are getting better, but i know it will never be as before. as i know, violence can result in broken bones, perhaps leaving a scar or two. or at worst, physical disability. however a wounded heart may never heal. physical injuries can be seen, but not so with a wounded heart. it is unseen. and if it is unresolved, it might become worse. anyhow, if she feels better like this, so be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;recently i always think about some stuff. i cant read his mind. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how to describe my feelings towards him. definitely not those special ones. though we seem much more than normal friends. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; see there is any thing that could really happen in future. the weird one is, i can feel something when i always see Q in school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; sure it's not a good one. we actually did smile to each other a little last time. yet we act as if we never see each other now. or perhaps &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; over sensitive? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. no matter how, it's not important rite. something real funny, these few days i keep thinking about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; with K after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;. what is going to happen next, and even guessing will he be my future husband. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! damn stupid man. maybe brain too free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. by the way, studies still stand first by now. today chatted a lot with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;kei&lt;/span&gt;. when we discussed about those thingy, we made up a conclusion. we want the next one to be the last and stable one. that is why we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; easily make any decision now, but we think twice. the most important is, of course it must be after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;there are many speeches and career talks in school this week. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting even blur about my future as the time gets nearer and nearer. almost lost. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what is my interest. what actually suits me. which decision should i make. too many things to worry and think about. there are so many options. and about that thingy, it's also quite interrupting me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hrm&lt;/span&gt;. never mind. study hard now, and aim for good results in trials and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; first. right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-3305764823775326427?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3305764823775326427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=3305764823775326427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3305764823775326427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3305764823775326427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-know-that-i-actually-care-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7063244026390896545</id><published>2008-06-14T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:01:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;. went for a meeting early in the morning. phew, it's time for the juniors to replace the seniors, in august. after lunch, daddy brought me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monash&lt;/span&gt; university to look around for the open day. the brand new building. there were students leading us for campus tour. then looked for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;information&lt;/span&gt; about the courses. was quite attracted to medical courses after the tour around the medicine building. saw those equipments. fake patients, checking the heartbeats and all. it seemed so interesting. first time i had the thought of studying doctor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. but then the course duration is super long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. all together need 9 yrs. and the fees also damn expensive. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hrm&lt;/span&gt;, seems like parents kind of want me to study in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;monash&lt;/span&gt;. they think that it will be better there. as my brother also studying in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;monash&lt;/span&gt; currently. anyway, it's still early for me to think about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;actually wanted to meet 'chi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ji&lt;/span&gt;' with pk and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yz&lt;/span&gt; today. then this morning pk said it had been canceled cause of some reasons. around 3pm suddenly he called and asked whether i can go now. i was like, huh? he said it was a sudden change. but then i was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;monash&lt;/span&gt; that moment. and there was piano lesson later on. so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; make it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. sigh, never mind. sister has sent home a cake and roses for father's day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but u know what, the cake became like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;weirdy&lt;/span&gt; shape. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;kemek&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. heard from mummy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; had a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt; baby girl. looking forward to meet this little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cuzzy's&lt;/span&gt; daughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;li&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; is pregnant also. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;jie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;, going to get married in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sarawak&lt;/span&gt; this coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt;. wow, good news in one shot huh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7063244026390896545?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7063244026390896545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=7063244026390896545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7063244026390896545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/7063244026390896545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-787919350092035698</id><published>2008-06-13T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T00:26:23.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;not that happy in school today. cause of some reasons. that i actually cared a lot, yet she never realised. by the way not going to mention bout it. after school, there was a meeting again. about the talent competition. another sad case. everything was like not well prepared. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;committees&lt;/span&gt; were not cooperate. and there had a big fight again. then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dw&lt;/span&gt; smashed on the table, scolded like hell, stood up and straight out from the class. everyone was like, stunted. later on, jazz, too, frustrated. and the meeting ended up. left the few of us, discussing about this thingy. she cried. i can understand the feelings, remember i was once like her too. it's really super stress. when things are not going right, and you're the one controlling the whole program. damn stress and worried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. especially when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;committees&lt;/span&gt; are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cooperating&lt;/span&gt;. as if you're the only one who is carrying the whole thing. sigh. actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really worried about it also. i think it's really too hard for us to do this super big program. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have much experience also. when she cried, i felt so too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, hope it could turn better later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; class. here the exam papers were distributed. starting to press on my calculator, again and again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. to double check. cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; believe the marks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; got. first time since form4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. some more thought my essay was quite bad. but it came out not too bad. teacher also quite smart. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. she asked whether the essay was real about myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;yeap&lt;/span&gt;. she says she can see that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. then back home. as usual, violin lesson, then practised piano and singing. had singing lesson, ended quite late today. just reached home only. tired. something funny. he suddenly asked me, know what's my name? i hesitated for a short while. feeling weird that why he asks this question not in the first class but months later. lol. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;... jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;liang&lt;/span&gt;? his reaction was like, huh?! shocked. then i huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. only i know, people usually calls him jimmy i guess. teacher jimmy will do, he says. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. okay. then what interesting was, i tried to sing an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; art song today. he just wanted to give me a little try. then he taught me to pronounce those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;italian&lt;/span&gt; words. like attending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;language&lt;/span&gt; class only. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. but then it was quite fun. phew, sleepy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-787919350092035698?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/787919350092035698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=787919350092035698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/787919350092035698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/787919350092035698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-that-happy-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-731842662184585569</id><published>2008-06-12T23:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:30:49.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;phew. now even busier before the holidays. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; getting my engine started, study mood. rarely touch the computer nowadays. it's like, wow. how could i stand not to touch even the mouse for one day?! haha. nothing is impossible yea? actually should be sleeping by now, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stand not blogging for like few days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. normally almost everyday i post. but hardly find a little free time to blog, so here my sleeping time is sacrificed. okay, results were out, exam papers were back. except for physics and mathematics. border line. not to say very super bad, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like the results. these results are not what i wished for the coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;. now i start to study everyday. though after school and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tuitions&lt;/span&gt; it left not much time for a day, at least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; gone through something. then everyday spend 1 hour to practise my piano exam pieces. then sometimes a little nap in the afternoon. time is like 'zoom' in a click. sigh, super worry about the trials and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt;. i got not enough time to prepare. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;. regret regret. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;, start now better than never start. some more it's like many stuffs and activities in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;. cry man. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;okay okay, switch topic. lets talk about K. he called yesterday. i think we are better like this, friends. normal conversation. talk about things happening around us. some advices and stuffs. and then, that thingy about P, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; actually thought about what he said. though P might be like what we have discussed. but maybe i feel like, no harm if it's true also. cause i never expect anything to happen between us. it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; just a slightly different way of keeping in touch. yup. or maybe to say that, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not that stupid either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. damn sleepy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;yawnss&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-731842662184585569?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/731842662184585569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=731842662184585569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/731842662184585569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/731842662184585569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-8359645906484260011</id><published>2008-06-09T17:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:52:22.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;i started to play with the second piece, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; practised repeatedly. just the first 2 pages. i was like, so many wrongs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt; and stopped. and i had 7 pages to go. okay, after the first 2 pages, i stopped. i knew what miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; wanted to say. i thought she would say that i was bad. "okay, here tell me your problems." i shocked. tears started to roll into my eyes. i felt so guilty. "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know.. i did practise.. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why, i just cant play well.. there are still many mistakes.." that i was actually trying hard to hide my tears. then she continued, "did you practise page by page, and emphasize on your weaknesses?" hard feelings suddenly ran in. my face went red, holding back my tears even harder. how would i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know, that was the only way to practise and to play better. i felt depressed because my answer was a yes. sigh. then she told me i left not much time till the exam. she even predicted my results. i was like, seriously wanted to cry. what should i do. i guess i really have to practice like hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; says she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; figure out why teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt; wanted me to play this piece. it is considered as a diploma piece. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; handle it well as it's not my standard yet, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still far behind. cause of some reasons, she thinks that teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt; is not a good teacher at all, it's even like, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; want me to pass. if it's miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt;, she will never choose this piece, it's damn long, super fast and hard. i wonder why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; during teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;winnie's&lt;/span&gt; lessons, she can be like so damn enjoying and relaxing herself, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; care at all. while miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;leong&lt;/span&gt; teaches &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; like so damn difficult. she gives her best to teach me. i should have replaced a more responsible piano teacher at the beginning. sigh. but i know, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;shouldnt&lt;/span&gt; have blame on teacher. i have to rely on myself still. 2 more months to go. wipe off my tears. i believe practice makes perfect, right?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-8359645906484260011?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/8359645906484260011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=8359645906484260011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/8359645906484260011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/8359645906484260011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-started-to-play-with-second-piece.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-3493162722117821891</id><published>2008-06-08T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:55:04.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went to subang parade this afternoon, to watch some magic show. sat there wait like super long, with teng. that mc really damn a lot to say. keep saying gona start gona start but still, havent yet. till finally, it started. was quite nice, and funny at times. there were magicians from all over the world. some magics were really amazing. didnt know how they worked. but still, i dont believe in magic. i believe there are still tricks, just that we dont know. haha. there was this hongkong magician. super yeng, playing with those cds. and the korean one. his robotic dance, walau, everyone applauded. hehe. especially i love to see guys dance, super attractive one. haha. then had dinner with my family. brother spent us today, haha. actually he wanted to spend us during daddy's birthday. but cause of some reasons, dragged till today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;very tired. today have to sleep earlier. tomorrow will be school day again. sigh. holidays at last ended. cry man. everything will be like back to normal. busy and tiring days, hardly can rest. im sick of those days. okay, never mind, there are just 6 more months to go. suffer now, enjoy later. yea? blah, gona pack my messy books already. sob sob.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-3493162722117821891?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3493162722117821891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=3493162722117821891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3493162722117821891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3493162722117821891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-to-subang-parade-this-afternoon-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-370317078770290873</id><published>2008-06-07T23:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:38:50.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SE0UME3r-fI/AAAAAAAAACI/3zWQhZtTv24/s1600-h/1_673578439l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209842541635828210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SE0UME3r-fI/AAAAAAAAACI/3zWQhZtTv24/s320/1_673578439l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;回忆当年&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;懵懵懂懂的我 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;傻傻的看上了你 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;只是个小小的招呼 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;点点的笑容&lt;br /&gt;像个疯子似的&lt;br /&gt;兴奋得不得了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;直到那天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;很突然的来到我班&lt;br /&gt;惊讶的我，不知所措&lt;br /&gt;就这样为我们掀开了第一段漫长的故事&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事拖了两年之多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;却再也没想到&lt;br /&gt;之间挫折重重&lt;br /&gt;分分合合&lt;br /&gt;太多理由&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;如今&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事最终还是得画上个顿点&lt;br /&gt;至于以后是否会有何变化&lt;br /&gt;已不在掌控之中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听说过吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要在对的时候遇上对的人&lt;br /&gt;才会是一对最幸福的恋人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-370317078770290873?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/370317078770290873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=370317078770290873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/370317078770290873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/370317078770290873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4dW3AcGA4VU/SE0UME3r-fI/AAAAAAAAACI/3zWQhZtTv24/s72-c/1_673578439l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-7540710855425255399</id><published>2008-06-07T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:43:26.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;phew, just back from pyramid. super crowded today, cause of the summer splash thingy at lagoon. many young people gathered around there. this morning daddy came into my room and asked whether i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; follow them as they're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;california&lt;/span&gt;. thought of wanting to go to popular, so i went. stayed at popular for about one and a half hours, bought some books. though &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;there are more variety of books at popular, but the condition is not that good to read as compared to parade's mph. it's kind of messy and noisy. after parents finished doing gym, we went for a little shopping, i bought a bag, a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;v&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ery&lt;/span&gt; normal one. was thinking to use for tuition. and a cheap watch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. weird eh. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wear watch actually, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even have one for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how many years already. mummy always asks me to buy a good one, and it can last longer. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wear expensive watches. simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like it. i would rather buy a cheaper one, nice still, and i can always renew when it stops working. cheap watches always spoil easily. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. then we went for dinner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;korean&lt;/span&gt; again. still super full now, and quite tired actually.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-7540710855425255399?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/7540710855425255399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-6395568466710818793</id><published>2008-06-06T15:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:39:13.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what? today i woke up at 6.45am! damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt; rite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. daddy knew i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; wake up, as i had to go out at 8. so he disturbed my sweet dream before he's out for work. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;zhong's&lt;/span&gt; house for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; discussion. supposedly 5 persons in a group, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pek&lt;/span&gt; cant make it, so left 4 of us. but at last, i reached there the earliest, although half an hour late. and then only got to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;phuah&lt;/span&gt; not coming, whereas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kei&lt;/span&gt;... came for the ending half an hour... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, okay, at least she came. actually we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; really discuss much. we haven started anything yet. and you know what? the dateline is on the 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;july&lt;/span&gt;, which is we have to hand up this stupid thingy by next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. in order to get our 10 marks in the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; paper, and a free regular pan pizza which is not important at all. phew, it's compulsory to do this project every year. just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why, meaningless plus time consuming. 3 posters have to be done, and the theme is "going green". what a boring title. i remember last year's theme was visit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; 2007. it was much more interesting and there were more ideas we could relate about. by the way, every year's free pan pizza coupon is a waste for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; never use any of them. even lost it or been thrown to somewhere else. and it's impossible for me to win this competition as well. in conclusion, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt; is totally useless. but still, we are forced to complete it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grrr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;discussion ended at about 10. i was totally exhausted, took a little nap immediately before my piano lesson. and... here, i dreamed something... weird. it was short yet contented. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, the dream was quite messy. but, the thing that made it special was.. he's there in the dream. and it was my very first time ever to dream about him. it was like just a few minutes i guess. but that was the most memorable part of all. although it's a bit weird, we were like so close to each other. the scene was quite sweet, his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kiddy&lt;/span&gt; actions were adorable. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, it was just a dream, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; dream. and "ding dong~" here comes teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt;. she bought a new piano book for me. which it's composer is J.S. Bach. she says later will be the Beethoven's one. and that is what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; more interested in. practised the two songs that jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;liang&lt;/span&gt; requested. home karaoke, as usual. following by violin lesson. i played quite okay for today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt; night, went singing class as usual, what different was jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;liang's&lt;/span&gt; pretty girlfriend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; come today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. after finished teaching, chatted with him quite long in the room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hrm&lt;/span&gt;, he talked a lot about his background and stuff. and told me about my future thingy. he was trying to lead me and explaining stuff like a big brother. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. and he's definitely a good one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. actually today should be the last day of lesson. as next week school starts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. but then, might have a little changes. i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; still continue the lesson. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; start a serious class with him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. that is, next class maybe will go to his house or his music school to learn. but not the usual old place already. cause that place is actually not suitable for me, he says. i like him as a vocal teacher. he's really a good one. friendly and polite. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. today saw his wearing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt;. i think he always goes gym one. muscles damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;geng&lt;/span&gt;. got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;longkang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;. better than me eh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! after that, me and mummy went to pick up daddy at pyramid, and then we went for supper at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mc'd&lt;/span&gt; till 12 plus. off home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-6395568466710818793?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6395568466710818793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=6395568466710818793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6395568466710818793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6395568466710818793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-what-today-i-woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-5741032714697231571</id><published>2008-06-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:54:43.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is passing super fast, zoom! one week gone. zoom! two weeks gone. feel like very meaningless, i do nothing. planned to study, end up relaxing. his words suddenly appear in my mind. sigh. another boring day, very tired. even though adi slept for bout 2 hours this evening. actually since that day, E gave me a bad image adi. dont know y. sometimes i just dont really like the way he talks to me. especially when he talks about those thingy. even worse when i read the old messages in my phone. but still, we remain as normal friends. bought some workbooks today. it's june adi, i really cant imagine how my results will be if im still slacking around not starting to prepare. as john quek says, starting from june, there will be left only 5months till spm. average 10 subjects per person, divided by 5 months, it left 2 weeks per subject for revision. students&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went like, wow. anyway, it's better to have 14 days to revise 1 subject than procrastinate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;until 3 days per subject rite. 3 more months to go till my piano practical exam and theory exam. kind of worried about that. pass is at least a must for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me. im finding a piano score, beethoven's turkishcher march. that day heard teacher alan played. it was very nice. i found a few, but they seemed like much different from what i wanted. hrm, never mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-5741032714697231571?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/5741032714697231571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=5741032714697231571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/5741032714697231571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/5741032714697231571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-is-passing-super-fast-zoom-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-6765110190055620948</id><published>2008-06-04T17:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:46:17.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;as what i expected, i overslept! gosh. some more purposely set 3 alarms in my phone, 8am, 8.30am and 9am. plus, a clock's alarm at 8.15am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;, i slept like super sweet. suddenly the phone rang, "he..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;llo&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;"hi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yan&lt;/span&gt; rite? i told u today's lesson will be at 9.30am rite? are you at home now? seems like no one answering the doorbell."&lt;br /&gt;my first reaction, "oh my god! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; wait for a while, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; coming!" shocked. it's 9.40am. immediately jumped up from bed and changed my pyjama, not even washed up. so damn uncomfortable during the whole lesson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! and everything went fine, the pieces.. the oral.. i like teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;more than teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;winnie&lt;/span&gt;, he's funny. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. and he's much better in teaching, more professional. always laugh when i see his nervous look. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hehs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went for lunch with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teng&lt;/span&gt; and his friends. and hanged in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;subang&lt;/span&gt; parade for a short while. bout 2.30pm, there goes my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; society meeting, at burger king. the whole meeting was super noisy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; separated into two gangs, one agree, and another disagree. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;, scolding and shouting. everything went like super messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. sigh, some more already short of time to prepare for this activity, talent competition. we decided to invite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;malaysia&lt;/span&gt; singer, but some of them think that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; handle the thing well, as this will be a big activity, if we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; do well, whole thing is like, ruined. anyway, we still carry on with this idea. and try to make it a success. actually i think rite, the problem now is, the committees are not united. that's why we always fail in doing those kind of big programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the meeting ended at around 4pm. me and few friends are supposed to continue our discussion about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;NIE&lt;/span&gt;. but two girls missing. so it's been canceled, and will find some other time for it. actually wanted to ask whether he's around there or not. so that can meet up a while, cause it's been quite a while since i last saw him. but at last, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. mum's arriving also. and BOO! reached home. super tired. rain is falling super big again, with loud thunders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;. having tuition later, chemistry. sigh. super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;. tomorrow might be quite busy also. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;, damn desperate to go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;chiongk&lt;/span&gt; with my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;! was planning since before holidays till now, and it's going end of holidays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;adi&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;walau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. cause this week hardly have free time. sigh. last week free like hell, but too bad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;kei&lt;/span&gt; went for holidays in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. really miss form4 life man. my honeymoon year. like almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;every week&lt;/span&gt; going out, hanging around with friends, damn enjoying life one. nothing much to worry. but now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;.. the worst year of all. what to do, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;spm&lt;/span&gt; year. cannot go out, cannot play much, study is the only thing keep appearing in my mind yet not doing it. sigh, just cant start my engine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-6765110190055620948?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6765110190055620948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=6765110190055620948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6765110190055620948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6765110190055620948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-what-ive-expected-i-overslept-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-6326511549128053520</id><published>2008-06-03T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:48:25.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he called, again. we discussed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; bout those things. he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; fallen for *him. i answered, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not sure. but he thought that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; admit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt;. he says i used to have those "baby" voices when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; talking to him. maybe, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think it's any big deal. he thinks that i still have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; feelings on him. actually not at all. but i know, he's nearly a perfect husband-to-be. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. even my mum likes him. wow. something totally shocked me. and he's damn excited bout it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. he has changed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; since we first met. just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why, after all the breakups and couples, most of all, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;arguments&lt;/span&gt;, the old feeling has gone. i say we can remain as friends, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; want to. he says he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; stand only friendship with me. nothing much i can do. anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; rejected his wish, once again. time is not right at all, i told him. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today's tuition was quite boring. the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;airconds&lt;/span&gt; were cold like hell. hardly can write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;summore&lt;/span&gt; raining heavily out there. it has been raining continuously for three days. some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pple&lt;/span&gt; might hate rainy days. but for me, no harm after all. i prefer cold rather than hot &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. simply &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like sweating. sigh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; have to wake up early in the morning. it's been like a week since i woke up that early. what to do, holidays &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; always available. will be super tired when school starts. and here left 5 more days to enjoy life. phew.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-6326511549128053520?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6326511549128053520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=6326511549128053520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6326511549128053520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6326511549128053520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-called-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-6912952119925323998</id><published>2008-06-02T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:51:52.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;since like about one month not keeping in touch with him. till yesterday night, he called me. yeah, we started to chat like old friends. talking about his happening days and mine. nothing special until he told me about his feelings. i was quite shocked at first. never thought bout it. cause he sounded so "nothing". when he asked me, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;giv&lt;/span&gt; any straight responds. and topic changed immediately. sigh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why, *he suddenly appeared in my mind at that moment. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;today's mood is really down. many problems stuck in my mind, cant figure it out. sigh. played very bad in piano lesson. damn frustrated when teacher keep asking me to repeat and repeat for just the two bars. sigh. sometimes i wonder, what's that actually in his mind. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like this feeling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so lost and confused. maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the only one who actually think that much. maybe this is how he communicates with girls. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just too sensitive. i rejected &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; opinions and keep telling them and myself we are not what they think. always. cause i know we are not meant to be. keep stopping myself. yeah, i succeed. but not in these two days, i totally failed. everything burst at once and all i get is simply heartache. worse is, i cant even talk to anyone bout it. i find nobody. except this, lifeless blog. as usual, i write, and write.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-6912952119925323998?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6912952119925323998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=6912952119925323998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6912952119925323998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6912952119925323998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-like-about-one-month-not-keeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-6570186428367460616</id><published>2008-05-31T23:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:36:04.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;went mamak with my family. dinner. at first we were quite happy chatting about stuff. then brother went yamcha with frens. so parents and I were off too. didnt know how me and my mother started this conversation. in the car. and we started to argue. hardly wiped off my little tears in the dark. right into my room once reached home. as usual, hiding in the blanket. sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know they've wasted a lot of money on me. cause i'm the one who learn the most things compared to sis and bro. sometimes i feel guilty too. but they just cant understand. i didnt want it to be like this. yeah. it's always easier to say than to do. i did try my best. but you never see. i'm not a supergirl as you always think. my piano sucks. no matter how hard i practise. it will never be a success. i didnt wish to be like this either. you never know, i wasted lotsa tears just because of this. i was unhappy when i got to know i failed last year. i know it's a waste of money to retake this exam again. maybe to say that, i just dont have the talent in piano. but still, i know i have to at least get a grade8 certification. i like violin. no matter how, i will complete the course. i know it's not a small deal to replace a 7000 ringgit violin to continue a higher grade. u think i dont seem to care. i was the one who wanted to learn violin at the beginning. and i will never give up. but you always think that. uh, i'm not serious at all. how if i give up half way. money wasted. phooh! i'm not blaming anything. i can understand what you think. i've thought about it too. it's not a small amount for all those stuffs. then what can i do? stop everything? sigh. sometimes i also need a little support. it will be much better than keep saying that i fail in everything and predicting i'm not going to do good in exams or whatever. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my sister. how good if she's here beside me. comforting me and helping me. wipe off my tears. bring me out kai kai, buy things for me. sigh. feel like damn lonely lor. no one understands me. i have nobody to talk to. sigh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-6570186428367460616?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/6570186428367460616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=6570186428367460616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6570186428367460616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/6570186428367460616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/05/went-mamak-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8519862043256707755.post-3311552793041184995</id><published>2008-05-31T02:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:38:33.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOO! my brand new blog! fourth one. haha. wonder y do i need so many blogs. by the way, this is my very first time blogging in english. weird eh? not really used to it actually. as my other blogs are packed with chinese words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite interested in that singing course thingy. heard jun liang talking bout it and explaining how things will be going if i really wana join. the classical type, training, vocal exams... then will join the choir. going around for performances. sound interesting huh. remember last year's christmas. saw them performing christmas songs in pavillion. it was really nice. was discussing with mum. she's right. maybe i should make it later. as will be quite busy when school reopens. my timetable is packed like hell. nowhere to squeeze this thingy in. might wait after spm. still long way to go. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purposely went to mph today. violin lesson has canceled. or will be rotting at home again. simply like the condition over there. subang parade's mph. dont know y. but i find peaceful there. i dont mind sitting there whole day to read. haha. better than staying at home. doing nothing. there was this guy.sze hau? suddenly popped out in my msn and said he saw me in subang parade this afternoon. in sushi king summore. i stoned. dont even know who is him. think twice. I SEE. there was only ONE guy customer in sushi king. lol. but obviously, a stranger to me. finally got some infos. ex-form5 student. said he knew me from. waikit or pekcheng. weird. anyway, just a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrm. wonder y he always talks bout him. although i act as it's nothing. er.. or to say that, it's actually true also. but then, dont know why there was still a lil happiness in me when he told me about that thingy. plus. a little jealousy. omg. feelings that i shouldn't have. anyhow. i'll still stick with what i think. as i know too much, maybe. i know he's not the kind that i wanted. yeah. hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy adi. gona sleep with mummy tonight. daddy went to singapore for work. or mummy will be lonely. hahah. know she wants me to sleep with her though. heh. it's real late adi. yawnsss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;yan.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8519862043256707755-3311552793041184995?l=pigz-love.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/feeds/3311552793041184995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8519862043256707755&amp;postID=3311552793041184995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3311552793041184995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8519862043256707755/posts/default/3311552793041184995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pigz-love.blogspot.com/2008/05/boo-my-brand-new-blog-fourth-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Yanz.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00184985862900407487</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
