<?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-28366681</id><updated>2011-09-29T00:43:49.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*    indulge yourself       *///...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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>187</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-3354994269479458894</id><published>2011-04-13T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T02:42:38.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my personality test</title><content type='html'>Your iPersonic Type: The Sensitive Doer&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Doers are gentle, modest and reserved persons. They cope well with everyday life and like their privacy. With their quiet, optimistic nature, they are also good, sought-after listeners and other people feel well in their company. All in all, this type is the most likeable and friendliest of all personality types. Tolerance and heir regard for others distinguish their personality. They are very caring, generous and always willing to help. They are open to and interested in everything that is new or unknown to them. However, if their inner value system or their sense of justice is hurt, Sensitive Doers can suddenly and surprisingly become forceful and assertive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive Doers enjoy the comforts life offers to the full. They are very happy in everyday life. Sensitive Doers are often gifted artists or very good craftsmen. Creativity, imagination and an especially keen perception are just a few of their strong points. Sensitive Doers are very presence-oriented; long-term planning and preparations do not appeal to them. They take life as it comes and react flexibly to daily demands. They do not like too much routine and predictability. Their talents come more to the fore when work processes are variable and there are not so many rules. Sensitive Doers like to work alone; if they are part of a team, they do not get involved in competitive or power games and prefer living and working together harmoniously and openly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your type, although belonging to the introverted doers, is also the most amiable and friendly in his dealings with others of all types. This special combination is the reason for your great flexibility. It enables you to work excellently and contently on your own to suit any situation, but also achieve extraordinary popularity and professional satisfaction as a member of a team. Here the precondition is a friendly, collegiate environment characterized by harmony and mutual respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need a working environment without intrigue or political manipulation, and with the least possible deployment of elbows. Cooperation rather than confrontation, should be the order of the day. Colleagues as well as superiors equally appreciate your unassuming, congenial nature and your unbelievable sensitivity plus your attentive and generous ways toward others. In your presence, people simply have to be comfortable; you are not competition oriented, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are almost limitlessly tolerant and always prepared to accept others as they are. As a consequence, you very rarely have problems getting along with different people. The only exception: when your private value system is hurt or you notice injustice somewhere. In that case, you can react quite forcefully but even in the most heated dispute you always try to argue respectfully and fairly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore it is very important that your work is compatible with your (high) values and ideals. In the long term, it is not satisfactory to just do any job with the sole objective of finding money in your account at the end of the month. You need the feeling of being able to totally identify yourself with your job, and to fully support whatever it is that you do every day. Ideally, your usually more practically- than theoretically-oriented activity provides you with tangible results. Then you can walk home at night feeling that you made the world just a little bit better than it had been in the morning - preferably for another human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another important element is your wish to grow through your activities and to learn something new every day. You want to be challenged not just in your professional capacity, but also as an entire human being. Appreciation by others is not entirely unimportant to you. In spite of all your mental independence, you appreciate receiving positive feedback. Therefore, make sure that your work environment provides regular feedback that will continuously acknowledge your qualities. If these conditions are met, you will be a perfectly loyal and usually above-average engaged collaborator who is totally dedicated to his job and often able to deliver spectacular performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so true! omg. lols.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3354994269479458894?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3354994269479458894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3354994269479458894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3354994269479458894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3354994269479458894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-personality-test.html' title='my personality test'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-7104367079074336070</id><published>2011-03-18T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T03:21:38.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Mari and Three Puppies</title><content type='html'>Read about the News of Japan, tsunami. Feel so sad for them and all the living things. Hope that God will lessen his punishment for the Human Beings in this Earth, though there are many sins committed by us, the human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now saw the video about the dogs, feel so sad for them. Then i got to read about this true story happened in 2004 in Japan after an earthquake. Felt so extremely sad and touched. Shall copy and paste for my future reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tale of Mari and Three Puppies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fateful morning of October 23, 2004, a dog named Mari gave birth to three puppies in Yamakoshi Village, Niigata Prefecture, Japan. That evening, a severe earthquake struck Niigata and devastated the Village, causing almost all of its homes to collapse, including the one where Mari lived. During the quake the newborn puppies were jolted away from their mother, and since their eyes were still closed, they could not find their way back to her side. Also, because she was bound by a leash, Mari could not reach her babies. She tried repeatedly to pull free from the leash, but to no avail. Then, several tremors occurred and Mari tried even harder to break free until her neck began to bleed. Suddenly, another strong aftershock struck, Mari struggled with all her might, and the collar suddenly came loose. Next she quickly picked up her puppies, moved them to a safe place, and without taking a rest ran toward the ruins that were once her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandfather of Mari’s family was home alone that day. He lived on the second floor, but suffered from a neurological disorder that made it impossible for him to stand on his feet or climb the stairs unassisted. After the earthquake, the old man was immobilized as he had been trapped beneath a wardrobe. Aftershocks and the total darkness resulting from a power outage pushed him into desperately thinking that death might be around the corner. Just then, Mari appeared in his room on the second floor and looked at him with encouraging eyes. The grandfather had been slipping into unconsciousness, but when he saw Mari he regained awareness although he was still immobilized. Mari then licked him to give him encouragement and went downstairs several times to check on her pups before quickly returning to the man’s room. She ran back and forth many times even though her paws had been injured by the sharp-edged glass and pieces of porcelain that lay all over the floor. Each trip gave her new wounds, but Mari managed to kindle new hope in the grandfather’s heart, and looking at Mari he thought, “I must live on. I cannot give up,” Finally, he pushed at the wardrobe with all his strength, it gave way and he managed to free himself. Then with Mari's encouragement, the grandfather spent two hours climbing down the stairs—a feat he had previously been unable to accomplish without help. Upon reaching the ground floor, he was happy to find that the three puppies were safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the October 23, 2004 earthquake Yamakoshi Village was in a state of total destruction and isolation as all local roads had been cut off. And with a continuous series of aftershocks increasing the danger of landslides, on October 25 all the villagers were evacuated by helicopter to a nearby accommodation center. Under these circumstances, the grandfather was forced to leave Mari behind for in times of disaster saving human lives is the main concern. He left all of his pet food for his beloved dog, prayed that she and her pups would be safe and took off her collar. Then, with no other options, as he boarded the helicopter to leave behind the one who had saved his life, he said with guilt and sadness, "I’m very sorry, Mari," and felt heart-broken as Mari howled in deep sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passed and her supply of rations ran out, Mari had to search for food in her abandoned village, suffering many ordeals as she tried to protect her little puppies. All the while the grandfather thought of her constantly, and with anxiety over the continuing tremors fell ill and had to be hospitalized. Then two weeks after the evacuation, the villagers were allowed to return to Yamakoshi to see their homes. Among the returnees was the man’s son, who immediately began to search for Mari. Upon finding her, he noticed that she was much thinner, and she hesitated for an instant after hearing her name but then dashed toward him. He held her close in his arms for a long time. Mari had not had enough food for herself, but she fed her babies milk and took care of them as well as she could. In contrast to their skinny mother, the three puppies looked chubby and healthy as they slept sweetly on the porch. The son was delighted to see the little pups growing up in good health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Yamakoshi Village was reconstructed, the villagers remained in temporary housing in a neighboring city. Being in charge of advertising affairs for the village committee, the son was a busy man so he placed Mari and her puppies in the care of another family. When the grandfather was still in the hospital, Mari's caretaker took her to visit him. Thus, after undergoing countless trials, Mari and the old man were finally reunited. Mari was very happy to see the man, who was recuperating and said with quivering lips and tears filling his eyes, "Thank you for saving my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in April 2005 the grandfather was discharged from the hospital and began living with his son and Mari in an apartment. By that time Mari's three puppies had been adopted by other families and were growing up healthily in their new homes. Today, the grandfather and his family are still living in the apartment but look forward to returning soon to Yamakoshi Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mari’s touching story, which illustrates the mutual trust and love between humans and animals that helps them through ordeals, has frequently been reported in the news media and has also been adapted as an illustrated storybook — Mari of Yamakoshi Village and Her Three Pups. The book has received a huge response in Japan and serves as a great inspiration for disaster victims. The company that published the volume is contributing part of its sales revenues to the reconstruction and relief funds for areas affected by the October 2004 earthquake, and distributes the book free of charge to children in Yamakoshi Village and its thirteen neighboring cities.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On August 2, 2005, the villagers held a fireworks celebration in their city of refuge just as they do in their home town each year, and this year event was entitled “Fireworks for Mari.” While participating in the festivity they wished that Yamakoshi Village could be recovered as quickly as possible. Amid the dazzling light and smoke of the fireworks, Mari's radiant smile seemed to fill the night sky, bringing hope and encouragement to the spectators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====End====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i miss my Dog, Ah Boy.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-7104367079074336070?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/7104367079074336070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=7104367079074336070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7104367079074336070'/><link rel='self' 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is all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;you ask cause you are guilty of doing it to me.&lt;br /&gt;you are so cruel and i dont understand you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks and bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5938021121816060658?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5938021121816060658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5938021121816060658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5938021121816060658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5938021121816060658'/><link 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happened.&lt;br /&gt;im like so lost.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to find an answer like soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5410092236589637840?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5410092236589637840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5410092236589637840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5410092236589637840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5410092236589637840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2011/02/worst-nightmare.html' title='worst nightmare.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-383866797708815753</id><published>2010-12-29T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T02:20:30.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true?</title><content type='html'>At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone or something, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. &lt;br /&gt;Leave them alone. &lt;br /&gt;Walk away. &lt;br /&gt;It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. &lt;br /&gt;It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. &lt;br /&gt;What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-383866797708815753?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/383866797708815753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=383866797708815753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/383866797708815753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/383866797708815753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/12/true.html' title='true?'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4289499368431732516</id><published>2010-12-22T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T03:08:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends? bullshit.</title><content type='html'>alright, how do you consider a person as your friend?&lt;br /&gt;what is a friend to you?&lt;br /&gt;do you make friend with them because you have a motive behind it?&lt;br /&gt;how much things can you do for your friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, the world is really scary as time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;where is all the innocent, naive, pure love?&lt;br /&gt;we start to realise that, all this simplest things are the hardest things to get as we grow old.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, it will vanish. &lt;br /&gt;And then, welcome to the reality world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont be like this.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i wont do this to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are expose to a new enviroment with different types people.  &lt;br /&gt;You starts to change, thinking starts to change, things change, so complicating things start to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does people always want to make their life so complicating when its not?&lt;br /&gt;All because of Temptations, Greed, one moment of satisfaction....blah blah blah the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;By allowing all this to come into you, you lose something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still say that i'm the same old me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;And im wiser in choosing my circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many thoughts running through my mind after i came back from msia.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me weak, negative.&lt;br /&gt;Its so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I only have myself to depend on.&lt;br /&gt;No one to depend on already when im tired or lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i really want to thank this person that mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;For telling me, whats right and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me, so many things, countless.&lt;br /&gt;For letting me realising so many things after you left.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really grateful to have you once before.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PS, by the way let me say something random. just now i saw a guy opposite my block bathing naked. *puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;Give me some love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4289499368431732516?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4289499368431732516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4289499368431732516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4289499368431732516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4289499368431732516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends-bullshit.html' title='friends? bullshit.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1534144685065907664</id><published>2010-12-17T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T02:21:47.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments of missing someone so badly.</title><content type='html'>Hello to the Air!&lt;br /&gt;i really hope is just air.&lt;br /&gt;like a corner of my own.&lt;br /&gt;i ever wondered to myself if you will ever come to visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if you remembered my blog URL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you do, and so you read on and continue to laugh at me. Because you ever told me last time you read what i post and you find it funny when im not happy about you. Just a laughing stock to you once before. what about now? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't ever bother to remember that i do have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that going to genting and KL can let me put all my memories behind me and come back to be a new person when im back, but i can say, no it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you are happy with your life now anot, but i really hope you are happy now.because somehow when i see a post that you are not happy or sad or whatever, i just feel not happy inside me. i don't know why i feel this way. And i know that whether if you are happy or not , right now, its none of my business. But! its so stupid to let go and sometimes thinking that you are not happy (by yr post). Cause i thought leaving me, you will be happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams. im having dreams again.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if this time it will come true anot.&lt;br /&gt;but..i'll just leave it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, this should be enough. let me share about what i have been doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i went meditation, accompanying tingyi. Also to get to know about meditation.&lt;br /&gt;I like the activities more than meditation!&lt;br /&gt;Cause She do many cards reading. those really short ones.&lt;br /&gt;some are quite true. haha!&lt;br /&gt;two days back, i went to the meditation for the 2nd time, we had this Aura-soma (its like colours reading, to get to understand more about yrself)&lt;br /&gt;when i chose 2 colours that attracts me and get to know the answers, its very true! the 1st one i forgot what it really talks about but i only remember the 2nd one, which is talking about im a man &amp; woman. i can be both. manly or womanly (dont want to use girly!,sounds so?!?!?) haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to explain over here. But its interesting! For people who are stress, can go for meditating to calm yourself and yr mind. Not expensive, affortable. Just $15 for 2 hour session. Moreover, the group only like 5 to 6 people the most? But dont anyhow go meditation. heard abt cults and all that. eeeeeeeeeee. scary! so scared now, feel like shitting. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, things isn't going well between me and colleagues. but shall see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;Very tired already. update again.&lt;br /&gt;Good night! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1534144685065907664?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1534144685065907664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1534144685065907664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1534144685065907664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1534144685065907664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/12/moments-of-missing-someone-so-badly.html' title='moments of missing someone so badly.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6085382092083592494</id><published>2010-11-26T01:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T01:41:42.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it so?</title><content type='html'>its just so strange.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 9 december.&lt;br /&gt;wanna get out of here so badly.&lt;br /&gt;where am i now? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find something back.&lt;br /&gt;like something is missing in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you changed already.&lt;br /&gt;are you happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6085382092083592494?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6085382092083592494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6085382092083592494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6085382092083592494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6085382092083592494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-it-so.html' title='why is it so?'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-2431961801699454367</id><published>2010-10-29T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T01:24:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yucks.</title><content type='html'>you turn me off totally.&lt;br /&gt;so sick.&lt;br /&gt;yucks.&lt;br /&gt;what are you trying to do this time round?&lt;br /&gt;eeyerr.&lt;br /&gt;so sick in the brain and pain in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2431961801699454367?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2431961801699454367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2431961801699454367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2431961801699454367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2431961801699454367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/yucks.html' title='yucks.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5592901024940303019</id><published>2010-10-27T02:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T02:52:33.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heavy rain and everything.</title><content type='html'>im tired.&lt;br /&gt;physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i will walk this path all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;since no one support me in whatever i do.&lt;br /&gt;but i know my friends support me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe some. or just a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i can close his case tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;i really wish i can have some blessings to close that case.&lt;br /&gt;to give me the confident and motivation to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really okay if my family members dont give me the support.&lt;br /&gt;ah fuck lah.&lt;br /&gt;since when did i ever get support from people close to me.&lt;br /&gt;i mean really close ones.&lt;br /&gt;one by one leaving.&lt;br /&gt;why not you try how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;no one will really understand how my heart feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say im strong already.&lt;br /&gt;i need some strength from some supernatural power really.&lt;br /&gt;too much, its too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like wang lee hom.&lt;br /&gt;haha so random.&lt;br /&gt;xin tiao the song so nice.&lt;br /&gt;so many nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how many question mark can two hearts have?&lt;br /&gt;how much tears have we shed for the thing called LOVE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilybyctlm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5540316515829732215</id><published>2010-10-24T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T16:25:09.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts suddenly.</title><content type='html'>it hurts suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;pain.&lt;br /&gt;have you feel it before?&lt;br /&gt;pain that can leads to numb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum on the phone with father's sister-in-law, talking about my father's death.&lt;br /&gt;Now then they get to know that the fact is my father is dead.&lt;br /&gt;what is family? why must hide? hide the fact that my father is dead.&lt;br /&gt;and why must come and ask about him now when he is going to be dead for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;i may seem okay when my father passed away, but im not. Same to my dog. Same to her.&lt;br /&gt;if you know me well, sometimes i just have to put on an act.&lt;br /&gt;so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you experience it before?&lt;br /&gt;less than 2 years, your father passed away, next your beloved dog and next your loved one leave you?&lt;br /&gt;you think im made from what? metal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont dare to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause i dont want to feel it inside.&lt;br /&gt;Am i not strong enough?&lt;br /&gt;Its too much.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope someone can come and save me.&lt;br /&gt;i thought, you at least will be there for me. &lt;br /&gt;You said you will. But you left.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me another pain to endure.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hoping you to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to ite life, FUCK YOU MISS CHONG.&lt;br /&gt;heartless teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I wont forget what you said to me when my father passed away.&lt;br /&gt;fuck you really.&lt;br /&gt;forcing me to say when i dont want to say, saying things to me when you know its hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe this blog, no one is reading it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause im gone for so long and back.&lt;br /&gt;3 years i guess.&lt;br /&gt;its good, cause this is where i can write how i actually feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want now is to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;But the simplest thing is the hardest to get.&lt;br /&gt;I dare not hope anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5540316515829732215?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5540316515829732215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5540316515829732215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5540316515829732215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5540316515829732215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-hurts-suddenly.html' title='it hurts suddenly.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-688037946544737430</id><published>2010-10-18T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T11:08:35.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>sigh.&lt;br /&gt;its like coming back to me again, the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont deny that i missed you so much this few days.&lt;br /&gt;yet there's nothing i can do.&lt;br /&gt;although i thought im over you.&lt;br /&gt;but i really hate to see you in my dreams or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want to feel what im feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself not to see your fb, i didnt.&lt;br /&gt;but i have the urge to see, but i stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;i got the urge to message you, but i dont have the courage.&lt;br /&gt;cos you already told me that you dont love me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so useless cos i cant do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;i believe that you have already fall for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;Felt so empty and useless.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-688037946544737430?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/688037946544737430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=688037946544737430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/688037946544737430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/688037946544737430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4390383537865517972</id><published>2010-10-15T03:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T04:05:46.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yawns.</title><content type='html'>hello air once again. haha!&lt;br /&gt;my ears are so painful. Like as if my ear drums going to burst like that.&lt;br /&gt;One more day to my CES exams. Haven't finish studying. Rusty already my brain. So many formulas. Like worse than accounting. Nevermind lah. Try my best can already. Just hope i can pass lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This few days so sick lor. Dont have proper sleep at all. Worst is like i had a bad dream last night, so real,so....., but when i woke up, its like BAAAM! Dying soon like that. I dont want to dream of all this. it stopped for like 2 weeks but suddenly it just came back. TA-MA-DE LOR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Thai steamboat with winnie, Law, Exy &amp; her bobby yesterday. Not bad, quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;Head towards cheesecake cafe at siglap. The place so nice! Always pass by there when i always take Bus40 home when im in secondary school but never get to go in and try. I also like the cakes there, quite yummy. i love to eat cakes lor. haha! The place really very niceeeeeeee. So funny when bobby scratches his eyebrow when he headache. everyone LOLS yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went cheesecake cafe again today with tingyi,celeste, kally &amp; bf&lt;br /&gt;i went there for the cake and they went there to see that good looking guy. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, he's not there today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super tired now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope i dont have you for all the nights anymore.(since you did not come for 2 weeks already)&lt;br /&gt;ZHOU-GONG please help me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4390383537865517972?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4390383537865517972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4390383537865517972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4390383537865517972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4390383537865517972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/yawns.html' title='yawns.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-248824275797104407</id><published>2010-10-13T03:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:17:27.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would say, true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 93%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Being Alone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 81%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 55%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 45%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 26%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 24%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-248824275797104407?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/248824275797104407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=248824275797104407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/248824275797104407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/248824275797104407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-would-say-true.html' title='I would say, true.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6046704608926708178</id><published>2010-10-13T01:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T01:37:35.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello october.</title><content type='html'>hello to the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how many years later eh? so many things happened during this 2 years i can say. happy ones and definitely painful ones. But its okay, that's part and parcel of life isn't it? We need to grow stronger every year as we grow old. So Jia you! As time passed by, we will tends to put aside all the unhappy memories and keep the happy memories deep in our hearts. Sometimes i find it quite silly, when you think back about it, i mean the happy times, it makes you smile and tell yourself, that's enough. Love. What's love? i dont think anyone can really tell us what's love. Maybe till when we grow old with a partner, by then we will understand when our hair's white and someone holding your hand still. Aww, so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6046704608926708178?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6046704608926708178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6046704608926708178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6046704608926708178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6046704608926708178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-october.html' title='hello october.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4371337421589555413</id><published>2008-09-24T05:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:48:00.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg.&lt;br /&gt;can someone make sushi for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got lotsa pics.&lt;br /&gt;shall post it when i feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4371337421589555413?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-6497282092656674723</id><published>2008-09-15T15:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:30:02.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this year, i just want one thing.&lt;br /&gt;its easy to get it but it really have to depends on oneself.&lt;br /&gt;its just a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6497282092656674723?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6497282092656674723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6497282092656674723' title='0 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sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me lazy, and sad.&lt;br /&gt;lols. why?&lt;br /&gt;i also dont know.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer sunshine, very wen-luan. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;so many things not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were to given one choice to choose to have happy moments or normal moments, which one will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would choose normal? ha!&lt;br /&gt;cause happy dont last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck! bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;ayhpn?wii?cyswmiwtk.iiyeg?dylmn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8505259174817858639?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8505259174817858639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-656071706530615482</id><published>2008-08-21T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T17:28:30.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="'http://gickr.com/results4/anim_1d64bd23-e5e6-3204-2150-f58c744e9f64.gif'" alt="'pimp" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-656071706530615482?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/656071706530615482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=656071706530615482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/656071706530615482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/656071706530615482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/08/pimp-myspace-with-gickr.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3160024479590646517</id><published>2008-08-17T17:03:00.099+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:24:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;during mr ganeseh class. bored*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_3gEGkNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HUFwcd_fGXw/s1600-h/collage1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434420806521042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_3gEGkNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HUFwcd_fGXw/s320/collage1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sharon's early birthday by elieen and all. you see her eyes, swollen right? cos she jus cry finish.why? cos juan cover her eyes, she scared of DARKNESS! AHHH.LOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_vvaDvPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PjofJWXcguY/s1600-h/6288Nokia188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434287486188786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_vvaDvPI/AAAAAAAAAbU/PjofJWXcguY/s320/6288Nokia188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_phxUaJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WoE5xuZjpeQ/s1600-h/6288Nokia189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434180746438802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_phxUaJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WoE5xuZjpeQ/s320/6288Nokia189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_grqJwVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8vVAgItEfXw/s1600-h/6288Nokia190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235434028781912402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_grqJwVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8vVAgItEfXw/s320/6288Nokia190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_V0Q_34I/AAAAAAAAAa8/onKz63znex8/s1600-h/6288Nokia191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235433842113765250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_V0Q_34I/AAAAAAAAAa8/onKz63znex8/s320/6288Nokia191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_LCs7c8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-sTDo7WYfzE/s1600-h/6288Nokia192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235433657010451394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_LCs7c8I/AAAAAAAAAa0/-sTDo7WYfzE/s320/6288Nokia192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;randall always so rough. shake head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf--RmvnjI/AAAAAAAAAas/JlARqUtULMU/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235433437672742450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf--RmvnjI/AAAAAAAAAas/JlARqUtULMU/s320/DSC00051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina and me do twist twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-2foHY7I/AAAAAAAAAak/qoFHQQeJSKs/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235433303997637554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-2foHY7I/AAAAAAAAAak/qoFHQQeJSKs/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-UkjCbQI/AAAAAAAAAac/iYwm6aozTrw/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235432721202965762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-UkjCbQI/AAAAAAAAAac/iYwm6aozTrw/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ti-tok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-IXbv3yI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KAL596NM6UQ/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235432511524298530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf-IXbv3yI/AAAAAAAAAaU/KAL596NM6UQ/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6cNcOaZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QexI8NCcr6Y/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235428454392818066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6cNcOaZI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QexI8NCcr6Y/s320/DSC00196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yusnirah kena ka-jiao by me and juan. got sharon's also, but cannot post. later she angry with me!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our law project process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6JvQix_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/a3M--ZXq7xk/s1600-h/SL380833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235428137053112306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6JvQix_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/a3M--ZXq7xk/s320/SL380833.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juan look like sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6BQkWoII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wEoLZ2-TXDs/s1600-h/SL380834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427991375749250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf6BQkWoII/AAAAAAAAAZ8/wEoLZ2-TXDs/s320/SL380834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf54ECS4rI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5zCW-Kflz1s/s1600-h/SL380835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427833392849586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf54ECS4rI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5zCW-Kflz1s/s320/SL380835.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5omP9mEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hcViD_8iRf4/s1600-h/SL380829.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427567699073090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5omP9mEI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hcViD_8iRf4/s320/SL380829.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5d12-nXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Db_a1oGRGKA/s1600-h/SL380837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427382910688626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5d12-nXI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Db_a1oGRGKA/s320/SL380837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5V7W_NFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/H7hoFSEzW7Q/s1600-h/1_247984306l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427246948168786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5V7W_NFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/H7hoFSEzW7Q/s320/1_247984306l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5Jy5zMLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YbSBYEFvRCQ/s1600-h/SL380827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235427038519832754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf5Jy5zMLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/YbSBYEFvRCQ/s320/SL380827.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4lNWKk-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/P9voA-ZVFEY/s1600-h/SL380828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426409962968034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4lNWKk-I/AAAAAAAAAZE/P9voA-ZVFEY/s320/SL380828.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im the odd one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4V9Ka3bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/joft9OeonmI/s1600-h/SL380830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235426147920698802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4V9Ka3bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/joft9OeonmI/s320/SL380830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4MPRQn6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ODxyHm9OQcE/s1600-h/SL380939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425980982534050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf4MPRQn6I/AAAAAAAAAY0/ODxyHm9OQcE/s320/SL380939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich came to help us. RAHH.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf31eJTv8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RbjFYuO8Ark/s1600-h/SL380882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425589838725058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf31eJTv8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/RbjFYuO8Ark/s320/SL380882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3tYv0-TI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-O1doavPlE4/s1600-h/SL380860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425450950719794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3tYv0-TI/AAAAAAAAAYc/-O1doavPlE4/s320/SL380860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs stone aka my wifey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3j3cTYuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/F_lqvGvtX90/s1600-h/SL380843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425287391634146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3j3cTYuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/F_lqvGvtX90/s320/SL380843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3Xc1XPGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Io8xKcfLEpU/s1600-h/SL380842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235425074090556514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3Xc1XPGI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Io8xKcfLEpU/s320/SL380842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theif, before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3ONXZygI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rCmrXFCd5QM/s1600-h/SL380865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235424915319540226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3ONXZygI/AAAAAAAAAYE/rCmrXFCd5QM/s320/SL380865.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3D2uMtmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mrGm5WSX1eE/s1600-h/DSC01596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235424737442444898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf3D2uMtmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mrGm5WSX1eE/s320/DSC01596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many-zer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf21ulK7XI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KfsyvBrr3TI/s1600-h/SL380867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235424494738926962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf21ulK7XI/AAAAAAAAAX0/KfsyvBrr3TI/s320/SL380867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2qyP0KjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qJevumUrop4/s1600-h/SL380880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235424306744535602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2qyP0KjI/AAAAAAAAAXs/qJevumUrop4/s320/SL380880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my wifey likes to do this to me! always. till now also same same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2aajbvJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/n3K7blO_M-k/s1600-h/SL380839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235424025506462866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2aajbvJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/n3K7blO_M-k/s320/SL380839.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mich wanna fuck us. opps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2G-yQK_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/R8BXNXkpfYg/s1600-h/SL380838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235423691634912242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf2G-yQK_I/AAAAAAAAAXc/R8BXNXkpfYg/s320/SL380838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my wife got an affair!ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf194UNf-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/SHrIwvwfLUE/s1600-h/DSC01597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235423535279472610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf194UNf-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/SHrIwvwfLUE/s320/DSC01597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i went to find one for myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the  receptionist, i dont have her pic. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf13bcArAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nKHy7WEEePY/s1600-h/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235423424448343042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf13bcArAI/AAAAAAAAAXM/nKHy7WEEePY/s320/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take 1 ...blur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1ugczrzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cdk7x_M2cS4/s1600-h/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235423271175040818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1ugczrzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/cdk7x_M2cS4/s320/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;take 2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1i7kpOwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0PhiSf7z2iw/s1600-h/DSC00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235423072297237250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1i7kpOwI/AAAAAAAAAW8/0PhiSf7z2iw/s320/DSC00179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;take 3..change to long pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1QKiy1RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bKFVWS-_bpc/s1600-h/SL380840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235422749898495250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1QKiy1RI/AAAAAAAAAW0/bKFVWS-_bpc/s320/SL380840.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ahhhh! again. wifey, i hate you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1DjqtKnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tetvr-sWRd8/s1600-h/DSC00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235422533304265330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf1DjqtKnI/AAAAAAAAAWs/tetvr-sWRd8/s320/DSC00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sotong with a sotong face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf05mLhLqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3PDPMU58EQM/s1600-h/DSC00171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235422362180071074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf05mLhLqI/AAAAAAAAAWk/3PDPMU58EQM/s320/DSC00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my wife thought the receptionist was just my sister.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0tuvjsXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xRlrwovkoCI/s1600-h/DSC00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235422158320284018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0tuvjsXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xRlrwovkoCI/s320/DSC00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before she knew it,wanted to catch me red-handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0WyZl7HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8ywYzGyeNbM/s1600-h/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235421764164906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0WyZl7HI/AAAAAAAAAWU/8ywYzGyeNbM/s320/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0JojWNJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rXI1H-SMHso/s1600-h/SL380863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235421538183165074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf0JojWNJI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rXI1H-SMHso/s320/SL380863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfz9kx7OAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mbPtY224bSU/s1600-h/SL380881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235421331012139010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfz9kx7OAI/AAAAAAAAAWE/mbPtY224bSU/s320/SL380881.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzu2A_r1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/tMWxkzYn7_g/s1600-h/DSC00010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235421077940711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzu2A_r1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/tMWxkzYn7_g/s320/DSC00010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzl2iJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lgQe959E1Lg/s1600-h/SL380877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420923460974610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzl2iJ-BI/AAAAAAAAAV0/lgQe959E1Lg/s320/SL380877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzb1Iu5aI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RXY6VuMiWo0/s1600-h/SL381095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420751287215522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzb1Iu5aI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RXY6VuMiWo0/s320/SL381095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night we spend at mustafa. 3 PHUA CHU KANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzM7tkN5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/h9VmsOjxIr0/s1600-h/Ben.xiao.hai042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420495354279826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzM7tkN5I/AAAAAAAAAVk/h9VmsOjxIr0/s320/Ben.xiao.hai042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzGhFlPZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IHMTqEnIkCI/s1600-h/Ben.xiao.hai043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420385128037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfzGhFlPZI/AAAAAAAAAVc/IHMTqEnIkCI/s320/Ben.xiao.hai043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my hair now long liao..cut cut cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy_a_zSrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AGW64YmdVKo/s1600-h/1_491321648l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420263234095794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy_a_zSrI/AAAAAAAAAVU/AGW64YmdVKo/s320/1_491321648l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy5pnx4dI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qkkf4nRWNM8/s1600-h/Picture0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420164080656850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy5pnx4dI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qkkf4nRWNM8/s320/Picture0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if i perm my hair like quite nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy0uvzZwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QLZRW5Dc5es/s1600-h/05-05-08(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235420079557142274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfy0uvzZwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/QLZRW5Dc5es/s320/05-05-08(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyvL1giJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CpJspLGKGCQ/s1600-h/05-05-08(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419984286484626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyvL1giJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/CpJspLGKGCQ/s320/05-05-08(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyp-yKFlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SK8f5CNSh5w/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419894883423826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyp-yKFlI/AAAAAAAAAU0/SK8f5CNSh5w/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyjiO8H4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_vERGBqMueg/s1600-h/DSC00093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419784140300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyjiO8H4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/_vERGBqMueg/s320/DSC00093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; im so hardworking here. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyaoUqK5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4wrweGSBeCs/s1600-h/Picture0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419631156079506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyaoUqK5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/4wrweGSBeCs/s320/Picture0019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyV8oqzcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NMGLD28DbL0/s1600-h/Picture0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419550709370306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyV8oqzcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/NMGLD28DbL0/s320/Picture0020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyOPWMbXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/n8dLz_x6Cf8/s1600-h/Picture0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419418293202290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyOPWMbXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/n8dLz_x6Cf8/s320/Picture0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyD7LagCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mQVtmj4muzU/s1600-h/Picture0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419241080586274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfyD7LagCI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mQVtmj4muzU/s320/Picture0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfx8WARKBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5w4GsYZIB_I/s1600-h/Picture0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419110842640402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfx8WARKBI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5w4GsYZIB_I/s320/Picture0023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfx2EAF4vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Jx-aa_3nV4U/s1600-h/Picture0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235419002930848498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfx2EAF4vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Jx-aa_3nV4U/s320/Picture0027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yusnirah! so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxr_NwcBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q3jIy-xLHuQ/s1600-h/SL381069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418829847293970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxr_NwcBI/AAAAAAAAAT0/q3jIy-xLHuQ/s320/SL381069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and kai out the twist cos we wanna photoshop wendy face in. lols. buttttt...wendy went to photoshop herself....below..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418611050927650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxfQIo1iI/AAAAAAAAATs/jnQellP-BxA/s320/DSC00490.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxWEFvmLI/AAAAAAAAATk/9Ccrbrn1hCc/s1600-h/sh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418453198739634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxWEFvmLI/AAAAAAAAATk/9Ccrbrn1hCc/s320/sh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxOgjvqGI/AAAAAAAAATc/t6XxFY1PgN0/s1600-h/sh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418323401812066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxOgjvqGI/AAAAAAAAATc/t6XxFY1PgN0/s320/sh2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before wendy photoshop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxKeCl7VI/AAAAAAAAATU/B22g_q4Y2OQ/s1600-h/DSC02180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418254006414674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfxKeCl7VI/AAAAAAAAATU/B22g_q4Y2OQ/s320/DSC02180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after she do it..1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfw9kFnTiI/AAAAAAAAATE/HDQTXSjw6j4/s1600-h/sh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235418032291401250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfw9kFnTiI/AAAAAAAAATE/HDQTXSjw6j4/s320/sh6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfw3X_1VRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-QoY4nzsE8E/s1600-h/sh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235417925966714130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfw3X_1VRI/AAAAAAAAAS8/-QoY4nzsE8E/s320/sh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwtsIrn9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/idkhoyM-vDY/s1600-h/sh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235417759573843922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwtsIrn9I/AAAAAAAAAS0/idkhoyM-vDY/s320/sh3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwlbUnRCI/AAAAAAAAASs/e62aMQsHXJM/s1600-h/sh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235417617621533730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwlbUnRCI/AAAAAAAAASs/e62aMQsHXJM/s320/sh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;came to this cheenah steamboat shop, i only ate veggies and prawns.ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwXX-a4iI/AAAAAAAAASc/5HqGQSZGaw4/s1600-h/DSC00483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235417376204972578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwXX-a4iI/AAAAAAAAASc/5HqGQSZGaw4/s320/DSC00483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwMck7omI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ih2A5HlJ89s/s1600-h/DSC00485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235417188461683298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfwMck7omI/AAAAAAAAASU/Ih2A5HlJ89s/s320/DSC00485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfv9cl9q2I/AAAAAAAAASM/-cWFeSEQzeQ/s1600-h/DSC00486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235416930767973218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfv9cl9q2I/AAAAAAAAASM/-cWFeSEQzeQ/s320/DSC00486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head to bedok jetty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfvxVqZ1yI/AAAAAAAAASE/pz5PL-5V1rg/s1600-h/DSC02163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235416722749118242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfvxVqZ1yI/AAAAAAAAASE/pz5PL-5V1rg/s320/DSC02163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the caramel pudding that i made. not nice. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfu8xKBANI/AAAAAAAAARs/wqSA7iGfYpM/s1600-h/DSC02165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235415819596398802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfu8xKBANI/AAAAAAAAARs/wqSA7iGfYpM/s320/DSC02165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235416144433610770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfvPrRPgBI/AAAAAAAAAR0/C6tlcTDXX94/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaixin with her chocz. cake! DAMN NICE I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfu1x4AulI/AAAAAAAAARk/---RorVO6U0/s1600-h/DSC02179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235415699530234450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfu1x4AulI/AAAAAAAAARk/---RorVO6U0/s320/DSC02179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfunI99r4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EWt7W55F2c8/s1600-h/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235415448031178626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfunI99r4I/AAAAAAAAARU/EWt7W55F2c8/s320/DSC02185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;STRONG AUNTY KEN!ARGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfuaD35oxI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yplq70EbMf8/s1600-h/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235415223325270802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfuaD35oxI/AAAAAAAAARE/Yplq70EbMf8/s320/DSC02188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lets end with exy's fav pose! IMAGINE HER "YO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235416367766479090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKfvcrP8oPI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fjZ9QFPf1PI/s320/DSC02161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3160024479590646517?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3160024479590646517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3160024479590646517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3160024479590646517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3160024479590646517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/08/during-mr-ganeseh-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SKf_3gEGkNI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HUFwcd_fGXw/s72-c/collage1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-1096660131544577007</id><published>2008-07-21T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:18:57.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bon jovi - i'll be there for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this this you're really leaving&lt;br /&gt;i heard your suitcase say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;and as my broken heart lies bleeding&lt;br /&gt;you say true love it's suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say you've cried a thousand rivers&lt;br /&gt;and now you're swimming for the shore&lt;br /&gt;you left me drowning in my tears&lt;br /&gt;and you won't save me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm praying to God you'll give another chance, girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;these five words i swear to you&lt;br /&gt;when you breathe i wanna be the air for you&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;i'd live and i'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;steal the sun from the sky for you&lt;br /&gt;words can't say what a love can do&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you know we've had some good times&lt;br /&gt;now they have their own hiding place&lt;br /&gt;i can promise you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;but i can't buy back yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and baby you know my hands are dirty&lt;br /&gt;but i wanted to be your valentine&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the water when you get thristy, baby&lt;br /&gt;when you get drunk, i'll be the wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't there when you were happy&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't there when you were down&lt;br /&gt;i didn't mean to miss you birthday, baby&lt;br /&gt;i wish i'd seen you blow those candles out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1096660131544577007?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1096660131544577007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1096660131544577007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1096660131544577007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1096660131544577007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/bon-jovi-ill-be-there-for-you-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6035879255476570357</id><published>2008-07-04T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:14:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went 85 market for dinner with exy,winnie and bev. &lt;div&gt;met up with exy first at paya lebar platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she cut her hair, 2 words. LIKE-SHIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was like saying her, when wendy in SG, you always dont wanna cut hair, now wendy gone then you cut hair. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach bedok, but meeting them at 85.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i asked exy she wanna go interchange take 222 or beside the mrt the bus stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she say bus stop. so okay lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i tell her, later we must cross the road/overhead bridge leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she say NO, DONT NEED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i keep insists must! must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we have a bet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one drink. later a meal, later $500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;''cash money'' she said. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then her reaction so funny! SOOOO CONFIDENTTT THAT I WILL CONFIRM LOSE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i keep say no lor, you then wrong, let's wait and see, prepare to treat me hor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, then we keep no lor, you sure lose blahhhhhhh. for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funny can? then when the bus about to turn inside, she was like eh? how come like that? HAHAHAHAHAHA. still ask is it the bus change the route? LOLS. then i say hello? its been like this all the while can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha exy lose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;both of us went to have something first while waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bev came, and she ask me whether if i got find her any change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i was like guessing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;your breast? NO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your hair! NOOOO~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fatter? NOOOOOO....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still got somemore i guess but i forgot already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then she say, i get tannerrrrrrrrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOTS. -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ''orhhhhhhh-jian'' not nice liao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;english is it call the oyster-cake?lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we eat talk laughhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bev went to meet her family to go mustafa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left 3 of us, walked to interchange, went redman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bought the thing for pudding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winnie and exy bought some baking stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh was telling exy about the penguin joke then i say antartica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she ask what's antartica? the i dont know how to explain sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm, poland? very cold one? got penguins? got polar bear?you know?you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;winnie and bev find that funny.ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wendy, no webcam steamboat for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we lazy to cook. so we are going out to eat steamboat. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe photos? hope that we will remember to take photos lah. ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was looking through my emails inbox then i saw one of this old email.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite cute lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WmA5-BDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-F2JL6y8vMg/s1600-h/one.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063491758785586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WmA5-BDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-F2JL6y8vMg/s200/one.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WmnuimUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/i5RWK6p7fjk/s1600-h/twoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063502179834178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WmnuimUI/AAAAAAAAAOU/i5RWK6p7fjk/s200/twoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WnF1LWfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dnFDC-fTc20/s1600-h/fiuttt.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063510260734450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WnF1LWfI/AAAAAAAAAOc/dnFDC-fTc20/s200/fiuttt.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WnSJ1nnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2PKUkNrmeDE/s1600-h/threee.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219063513568616050" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="161" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WnSJ1nnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/2PKUkNrmeDE/s200/threee.bmp" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;auntie ken, dont do the kleenex one kay? though you have lotsa of kleenex tissue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6035879255476570357?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6035879255476570357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6035879255476570357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6035879255476570357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6035879255476570357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/went-85-market-for-dinner-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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://bp1.blogger.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SG3WmA5-BDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-F2JL6y8vMg/s72-c/one.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-8793319096657165657</id><published>2008-07-03T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:14:44.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Life is too short to wake up with regrets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So love the people who treat you right. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget about the one's who don't. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Believe everything happens for a reason. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it changes your life, let it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesyes, as if we people think/do this way.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we do think this way but we cant bring ourselves to believe it this way when shits happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I RIGHTTTTTTTT TO SAY SOOOO?&lt;br /&gt;but i like to read all this kind of things. lols.&lt;br /&gt;contradicting huh.&lt;br /&gt;girls are just like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8793319096657165657?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8793319096657165657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8793319096657165657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8793319096657165657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8793319096657165657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-too-short-to-wake-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1426373425454767116</id><published>2008-07-02T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:15:25.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PMS SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things running through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;things dont always go the way you want it.&lt;br /&gt;its all opposite.&lt;br /&gt;that's life! live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school gonna start in less than 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's done. &lt;em&gt;fuck it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steamboat for kaixin birthday this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;good! its the hoody gathering again.(someone call bev up kay?)&lt;br /&gt;im gonna make some desserts for you guys!&lt;br /&gt;its my first time making it, hope that its going to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;should i bake a cake for you, kaixin?&lt;br /&gt;let's see my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;slience is mystery.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1426373425454767116?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1426373425454767116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1426373425454767116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1426373425454767116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1426373425454767116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn-pms-sucks-big-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5608233239635393938</id><published>2008-06-27T15:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:15:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>feeling very sick now.&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like talking, no appeitite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was suppose to meet AUNTIE KEN with ah may they all for lunch at TM yesterday but i overslept, as usual. then met them around 5plus cos wanna catch the 10 promises to my dog movie but end up when we going to buy the tickets the show alr about to start, so we dun wanna miss a small little part then forget it lor. then that exy go and Q up until infront infront, then in the end have to squeeze out. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had cravings for cheeseburger happy meal, so went macdonalds.&lt;br /&gt;after macdonalds, accompany ah may go century square walk around.&lt;br /&gt;then this exy became crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i think it started with the gummy sweets i gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;she finish the sweets then dont wanna throw into rubbish bin, keep wanting to pretend pretend put inside my bag. but her skills sucks. lols. lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;then slowly the both of us went crazy.&lt;br /&gt;auntie ken and winnie say both of us are the childish ones.&lt;br /&gt;yah, they very ADULT. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to bid goodbye to them.&lt;br /&gt;going to kbox but exy not coming cause she got exams the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;but kept asking her, NI DE XIN YANG YANG MAH?LAI LAH. haha.&lt;br /&gt;so end up 3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;went kallang leisure park kbox.&lt;br /&gt;sing sing sing, sing until SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;was quite turn off a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;but ken say dont like this, dont let this affect you cause it will affect them as well.&lt;br /&gt;so i tried.&lt;br /&gt;WAH! THEN THAT WINNIE! BESTTTTT!&lt;br /&gt;CAN EVEN SLEEP IN KTV ROOM WHEN THE MUSIC IS SO LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;PEI FU HER!&lt;br /&gt;so left me and ken sing.&lt;br /&gt;then there comes a song name"hai hai ren shen"old song cos got those uncle and auntie.&lt;br /&gt;somemore is HOKKIEN SONG. then i say auntie ken yr song ah?yr 430pm auntie show song? she say is winnie one.&lt;br /&gt;shocking. but i think winnie wanna find the mayday"ren shen hai hai" lols.&lt;br /&gt;then tt auntie ken say she dont know that song, in the end! come show off her hokkien language!&lt;br /&gt;and sing out. wah buey tahan this auntie ken. after that still say, zihui i sing u one song. JI BA BAN! NASI WA WOO JI BA BAN!so funny! esp the spagetti!&lt;br /&gt;sing sing sing, then suddenly winnie wake up ask us, WHY YOU ALL SO NOISY?&lt;br /&gt;WE STUN THERE.. erm ktv suppose to be noisy mah, and you sleeping leh! dots.&lt;br /&gt;haha after singing, we left then this kbox manager was standing there cos wanna close the exit door then we walk out then i think he's a malaysian and he talk so fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he say" xiao jie zai jian,man zhou......."&lt;br /&gt;then i heard him say" WU CI MA HEI, MAN MAN ZHOU!"&lt;br /&gt;then i turn to ken and ask, why he say tt huh?&lt;br /&gt;then ken tell me what he say.&lt;br /&gt;okay, my hearing problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk out of leisure park, went macdonalds and talk.&lt;br /&gt;do some catching up with winnie.&lt;br /&gt;her shatec friends, oh not friends, classmates very lame and childish.&lt;br /&gt;but the F4 part was funny.&lt;br /&gt;whereby, this group of girls keep saying them eh F4 F4.&lt;br /&gt;then winnie start singing F4 song, ''pei ni chu kan liu xing yu,luo zai ze di chew shang''&lt;br /&gt;alot of things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wait for the macdonalds breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;bought it,ate it, cab home.&lt;br /&gt;almost vomited on the bed this morning.&lt;br /&gt;so no energy when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah wendy!&lt;br /&gt;ken now is call AUNTIE KEN.&lt;br /&gt;i call her that and she respond.&lt;br /&gt;know why?&lt;br /&gt;cause she sibei auntie.&lt;br /&gt;yday her maid pass her a gucci plastic bag inside got sweater all that then she carry it by her shoulders, that one nvm. then we say her like the HDB TAI TAI, the aiyoyo lao shi. lols.&lt;br /&gt;she listens to old hokkien songs. and she watch 430pm auntie show, you shld noe tt taiwan show.&lt;br /&gt;then come to the worse!&lt;br /&gt;i saw her most girlie side yday!&lt;br /&gt;damn. she want me to delete away some part of my blog but i dont want so she "ahhh...hmm..huhhh..plsss..." tehhhhhhh leh.&lt;br /&gt;then i told her, ni hen bu shi he leh. lols.&lt;br /&gt;last time exy, now auntie ken.&lt;br /&gt;then at macdonalds she cold then she take out the PINK shawl and wrap around herself.&lt;br /&gt;dots.-.-''&lt;br /&gt;more like auntie.&lt;br /&gt;so ken, you are now auntie ken, no more ah ken.&lt;br /&gt;haha. so adult ah? say we childish somemore lorrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5608233239635393938?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5608233239635393938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5608233239635393938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5608233239635393938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5608233239635393938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-very-sick-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-7772788960980919544</id><published>2008-06-25T16:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:18:40.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SGIHlEM59AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QC3RtPhSg58/s1600-h/1st+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739651812881410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SGIHlEM59AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QC3RtPhSg58/s320/1st+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scare ken while she wanna take pic of this eel. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SGIHla1l0aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Yju76zV5M9Y/s1600-h/2nd+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215739657889108386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SGIHla1l0aI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Yju76zV5M9Y/s320/2nd+fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken's first fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday-&lt;br /&gt;exy wanna have dinner with hoody at 85 market. but in the end, kaixin no mood cos argue with her cutest gf. lols. winnie say will tell me again when by the time i think she already fall asleep. so the three of us went bedok interchange instead for the curry fishhead exy wanna eat. reached bedok, ken say francis meeting us. so we went walking around then met him. went to eat the curry fishhead. the curry is spicy one lor! to me only lah. i cant really take spicy stuff, somemore outside leh, dont like to LIU-PI-TI. then after that went to have desserts at hawker cos francis want to eat. then we sat there and francis start telling us ghost stories. its true stories kay, that happened to his friends. by the time he say finish, alreay like 12am, kaixin wanna meet us. so we went prata shop at her house there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met her there, we talk talk talk until she say later her two friends coming. *toot* and *toot toot*?&lt;br /&gt;then she ask me whether if i rmb our school the *toot*? that butch? then i think think think. then she say the cca is production one, den i think i know. but when she came, shes not the one i thought she is. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! after a while, we was like asking each other some jokes and things. talk until quite okay okay. then that AH KEN keep asking me! eh faster drink finish your drink leh and go. but a few times i didnt really bother her. lols. then until quite a fewwww times she keep asking me to go, then okay lor. bid farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then ken say i walk so slow. so i run and suddenly drop her bad of things. lols&lt;br /&gt;they ran also. after that, ken say she have something to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;then i thought its some random things. so i just orh!&lt;br /&gt;then she say you know that *toot toot* is my ex-gf?&lt;br /&gt;THEN I WAS LIKE .....HUHHHHH?~!!&gt;!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;KNS. no wonder keep asking me to go.&lt;br /&gt;then i laughhhhh. i was like so last time you two, PB?&lt;br /&gt;but no lah, PL i think. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached ken house, she went to bake her cookies at around 2 am. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;me and exy watch the YI GE HAO PAPA.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, ken cannot make her cookies cos she put the butter too much.&lt;br /&gt;so 3 of us watched tgt. but ken went to sleep later cos she CMI alr.&lt;br /&gt;left exy and me. watch watch watch.&lt;br /&gt;then got a few times she already CMI, wanna go sleep but i beg her accompany me to watch cos left abit more. lols. then so funny, got one time she suddenly turn to me with that pek-cek face like i make her cannot sleep for hundred hours. then i laugh. but in the end i finish the show by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went up to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the next day... HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;GUESS HOW ME AND KEN WAKE UP!&lt;br /&gt;THAT EXY AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;last time sleep with her, always say EH, LETS GO FOR BREAKFAST.&lt;br /&gt;NOW! CHANGE LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;sleep until so nice. then she suddenly uses her finger and POKE MY EYE! CB. then wake up lah!&lt;br /&gt;then she go make ken! SHE PRESS KEN NOSE. KNS.&lt;br /&gt;then both of us KAOBEI HER.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;went to have our breakfast at ard 3pm. ha!&lt;br /&gt;went ntuc to get the cookies premix but dun have.&lt;br /&gt;we pei ken search for her premix powder at shop and sae, econ.&lt;br /&gt;dun have, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;exy took mrt home.&lt;br /&gt;me went to ken hse.&lt;br /&gt;ken saw her dad come back. then she say later can go another ntuc to buy premix powder.&lt;br /&gt;wah lao. she dun wanna give up. yes yes, like what she've said. PERSERVERANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after getting her premix powder, baked cookies and pandan cake and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;watched sex and the city. then went home.&lt;br /&gt;mum say my hp line is back.&lt;br /&gt;wth?&lt;br /&gt;waste my $36 on prepaid. dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, guys, guys.&lt;br /&gt;no good impression on them.&lt;br /&gt;sucksssssssssssssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idfyln,stimusmbdy?iwtkwiaty.aijapfytu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-7772788960980919544?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/7772788960980919544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=7772788960980919544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7772788960980919544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7772788960980919544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/06/monday-exy-wanna-have-dinner-with-hoody.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SGIHlEM59AI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QC3RtPhSg58/s72-c/1st+fish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-3259901507392855753</id><published>2008-06-19T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:20:32.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyhey hoho lala. &lt;div&gt;lame. im pai-ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wah this is worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told ken to change our sisterhood to sisterhoody.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nicer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if not sisterhood so LAO-TU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sisterhoody cuter mah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, who name this name one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;updates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;camping on last saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was the shortest camp ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like pathetic 6 hours? maybe less than that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, I THOUGHT KEN KNOW HOW TO FISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DONT KNOW AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she say gonna buy worms but in the she bought what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUPPIES! SOOOO DOTSS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya small fishes. very small indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos she only dare to kill the small ones.lols cute eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we also dont know anything about fishing, how to put the strings all that to the rod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we approach a malay guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ecp is full of malay families on the weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all doing the same thing. fishing or camping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their family gathering. good eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah ha! the malay guy helped ken and he also gave us 2 prawns for us to fish.lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went in the tent and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asked alvin abt the 2 BROTHERS, PIG AND REPEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;his reaction is funny lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say abt my mum 'talk cock'. and teacher visiting me during sch hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stupid things lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then went to see other ppl fishing, got sotong.lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den went back, ken continue fishing. and me reading my islam book. cos left a few pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 of them went to sleep...oink oink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so left me and ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she caught her 1st fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE EEL....EWWWWWWW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the thoart is burst! by the strings. not ours of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some other ppl's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then ken wanna take picture of her FIRST FISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she asked the malay guy, his name is HARIM.(i got good memory,lols)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bring the fish to the centre of the road cos got light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when she about to take the picture i go and SCARE HER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHH JIAAAAAAA~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE KENA SHOCKED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT ONCE. TWICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funny!!! then the other day while walking to winnie's house i also scare her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH RATTTTTTTTT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE JUMP! then tt exy so funny also. also kena shock and jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so funny lah their reaction! HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then back to the fishing thing, i kept laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then when the guy wanna help ken bring back the fish to where we sit, i go and scare him also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha he also kena shock! so funny~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then after a while, ken caught anoher fish, yellow tail one. lucky eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i kena shock by tt harim. cos he wan to bring the fish over. like YI-YA-HUAN-YA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that harim waited since 8pm till morning also dun have any fishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a while, i went in the tent and took a nap. 1 hour plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overheard ken talking to harim, about we are from SAC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den i fall back sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up, so colddddddddddd. after a while, ken say PACK UP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE ONLY 615AM ..wheres my sunrise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den we faster pack up and leave cos ken gg JB in a few hours time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while walking to the carpark, winnie say she overheard ken's conversation with harim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;den ask ken whether if she got take number anot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then say nvm lah, he look abit like chinese wat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now converting shld not be a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then say zihui can teach you wat, about malay thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i say erm i can jus pass her the book and read herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols. then after a while, i tell ken,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EH KEN! MAYBE THAT MALAY GUY IS YR HUSBAND-TO-BE LEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT YEAR MAYBE YOU WILL GET MARRIED WITH HIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOMEMORE MALAY GET MARRIED VERY YOUNG ALSO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ken face sibei turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ask us to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ken, you miss him not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets go camping again on one saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you'll get to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rmb he said tt he usually come once a week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe you two got fate eh. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k lah. i diam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bake muffins with ron,juan,zhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went randall's birthday chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-pass him those muffins we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-ate some bbq food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-played black jack awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went home, then while waiting for bus 29 saw this uncle at the bus stop feeding the cats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said he'll be here everyday. cos he work around here. then say he have been feeding the cats for like months alr. then i wanna ask him whether if he see any dirty things before but did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after for waiting sooo long the bus. it finally came.but the interchange no more bus 2. so took back the same bus, this time the bus pass by the busstop where the uncle is jus now, but this time, he was not there anymore.soooo...you shld noe lah..no need to explain so much.how can a person walk so fast? when there is so desserted. its changi anyway. and the way he say, he will be there everyday to feed the cats, he enjoy the breeze and many things lah. so me and juan was like freak out a little bit, darren i dont know lah. but i dun really bother lah, cos "if" he really is a ahem, he must be a good one. a kind one. so its okay. =) me and juan in the end took a cab to prata shop and eat with kel,zh. reached home ard 4 plus am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rot at home till 9 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-a call from juan asking whether wanna go eat beancurd with mich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-but i asked them if wanna g mustafa to walk ard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-so im bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-so we went, ate hk dim sum, 2 words "its awful"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-mich bf came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-walk ard mustafa, saw quite a few ah-gua, so pretty and the body soooo..WAHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-3 of us took pics with the yellow boots, we are the phua chu kang wannabe.(-.-'')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-cab down to prata shop to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went home, viwawa tgt then juan went to prepare for work, mich went to slp then i 8 pus then slp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went tpy with felicia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-rot and eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-talk talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dont cry k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFlvl5rMYmI/AAAAAAAAANs/kx2OHVjuaC0/s1600-h/Ben.xiao.hai042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213320740585890402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFlvl5rMYmI/AAAAAAAAANs/kx2OHVjuaC0/s320/Ben.xiao.hai042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFlvlwmWfFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sReLYaxQD_A/s1600-h/Ben.xiao.hai043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213320738149661778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFlvlwmWfFI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sReLYaxQD_A/s320/Ben.xiao.hai043.jpg" 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title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFlvl5rMYmI/AAAAAAAAANs/kx2OHVjuaC0/s72-c/Ben.xiao.hai042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-3138226492579211494</id><published>2008-06-14T15:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:21:29.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to fill in the job application with exy yday.&lt;br /&gt;waited soooooo long.&lt;br /&gt;then they say will call us up for interview another day cos too busy at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;now i very sian. dont feel like working already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then both of head down to astons to find ken and winnie.&lt;br /&gt;actually wanna go 85 market but winnie overslept.&lt;br /&gt;went winnie house to mj.&lt;br /&gt;cos alvin wanna mj but he in the end never come cos he got work tml.&lt;br /&gt;then!&lt;br /&gt;we 4 play lor.&lt;br /&gt;then i miss wendy so much!&lt;br /&gt;cos usually wendy will play then i only play when short of 1 player.&lt;br /&gt;lols. i lose, only won 1 time.how pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;and i do stupid thing lah, cant really rmb.haha.&lt;br /&gt;so tired so more. waiting for my turn i can sleep! serious.&lt;br /&gt;while playing, i tell them abt my mum funny thing about TALKING COCK.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. next time then i type for you wendy.haha share share mah.&lt;br /&gt;then finally finishhhhhh! like so happy can.&lt;br /&gt;then 3 of them lie on the bed while i sitting infront of the computer then we watch kungful panda, halfway i fall asleep on the chair. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then i think they got call me, but i already sleep liao. then suddenly i heard so i woke up and go to the bed and sleep beside exy. its a very heng thing but also sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;luckily i never sleep beside you ah ken!&lt;br /&gt;if not i will hate you man!&lt;br /&gt;cos you snoreeeeeeeeeee~ HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;but that exy also sama-sama lah.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes take the blanket! then i cover "SO" LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;freezing cold.&lt;br /&gt;my experience of sleeping over with ppl, not tt good eh.&lt;br /&gt;always steal blanket! eeeyerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then heng, when winnie woke up for work she turn off aircon.&lt;br /&gt;then on the fan then i go turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;cos im so cold.&lt;br /&gt;then after a while soooooooooooooooo HOT.&lt;br /&gt;i think ken go on the fan.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ken woke me up, cos she's late for her lesson for the ship stuff.&lt;br /&gt;exy playing game.&lt;br /&gt;then we faster lor. go eat then home.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to sleep longer but cannot lah. she's alr so late.&lt;br /&gt;somemore at west coast. so far. somewhere we will never go. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are going for camping later at night.&lt;br /&gt;four of us and alvin.&lt;br /&gt;winnie's gg to bring beehoon and maybe muffins.&lt;br /&gt;exy- boiled crabmeat, dogs and chilli?&lt;br /&gt;ken- snacks.&lt;br /&gt;me- fried dory fish with sweet and sour chilli sauce with onions.(mum cook)&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother nagging nowwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;hen cao ah!&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3138226492579211494?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3138226492579211494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-28366681.post-9206457349530081338</id><published>2008-06-13T09:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:21:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pontang pontang pontang SCHOOL!! &lt;div&gt;im supposed to be in class now listening to that MISS CHONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just dont feel like going school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SCHOOL IS SO BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no motivation at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can anyone give me?lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going for interview later but dont feel like working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel like rotting at home for my 3 weeks holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lame. later must go for my cookery cca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, i think i betteher stop emo-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wendy complain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then lets pray hard theres going to be happy things happening to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is friday the thirdteen. did i spell 13 correctly?lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope its a good friday for me than a bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;filming for business law project is half way done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was suppose to shoot finish scene 2 but all thanks to me, i forgot to bring the script out. so slack at yusnirah house. i enjoy slacking very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched incredible tales, did stupid things with yus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while waiting for sharon to come, juan was crazily msn-ing with her eunice with all the excited screaming AHHHHHHHH!AHHHHHH!OMGGGG!!! FUCK LAHHHH!(fuck only when her laptop is hang or something?)lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then me and yus was finding some lame things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we stoned, we talk rubbish, did some air cycling, crunches, watch the princess hours only the shin and the girl. so keep forwarding. THEN! JUAN ALWAYS CHAO-KENG! CAN DROP 50CENTS INSIDE THE BUTTLINE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha! then me and yus wan t to stuff some things inside. then yus wanna use her pen then i was staring at her! like ermmm, you sure? then she think oh ya! cannot! later smelly! lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we look for things. then we found fake flowers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so yus stuff it inside! lols so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i ask yus take picture. but by then juan already think we two something wrong. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to take a pic of it but then flower drop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lols. so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if got take pic sure upload here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shld have video the process of puting the flower. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry juan, spoil yr image. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but should be nevermind lah hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye ponang school wenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hais. keep in contact eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;miss my shaking shoulders when i laugh, my ugly-funny childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many many lah! eeeyerrr. so hate it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for you wenny. remember the good times eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFHZEBItzlI/AAAAAAAAANk/WkLnNHJApIk/s1600-h/1_207691629l+9(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211184906892070482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFHZEBItzlI/AAAAAAAAANk/WkLnNHJApIk/s320/1_207691629l+9(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, the black bo-gay teeths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but wasted, all never smile with teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only got this pic with you wenny, like so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we took quite a few right?lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;send me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-9206457349530081338?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/9206457349530081338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=9206457349530081338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/9206457349530081338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/9206457349530081338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/06/pontang-pontang-pontang-school-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/SFHZEBItzlI/AAAAAAAAANk/WkLnNHJApIk/s72-c/1_207691629l+9(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-824517771471664872</id><published>2008-06-10T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:07:09.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i really think that god is watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;feeling the way im always feel.&lt;br /&gt;after months, by just looking at the weather it tells how im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to see god.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whats god gender is, from what i read is that god has no gender. if i never remember wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i shall go visit grandma tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly thought of her.&lt;br /&gt;shall tell her im baking muffins, gonna give her some.&lt;br /&gt;can this cheer her up? and make her get well soon?&lt;br /&gt;mummy say she got fever again.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to worry eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like having a religion.&lt;br /&gt;talking to god seems to be good.&lt;br /&gt;he cant say out your problems, he can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;he listen to your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;not one, but everyones.&lt;br /&gt;give you the strength to move on when you needed?&lt;br /&gt;i think i need the strength now.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;shall find out more bout more religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon everyone is going to be busy with their own things.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;so to me, people seems to be leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;wendy left.&lt;br /&gt;joey going NS in july.&lt;br /&gt;raiyan going NS for 6 months next monday!&lt;br /&gt;whos going to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going to be busy after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;then very fast, im graduating.&lt;br /&gt;then this time, who will stay with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends come and go.&lt;br /&gt;but some leave footprints behind but did not stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, time for chanting.&lt;br /&gt;fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkkkk...............&lt;br /&gt;fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-824517771471664872?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/824517771471664872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=824517771471664872' 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR PHNG PHNG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello. i miss wendy. all of us miss her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the way she bid goodbye left a big impact on all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks huh POON TI! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after sending her off, everyone so emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we went to the cocoa tree. buy chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha we need some chocolate to make ourselves happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then ken bought the NIPPLE sweet and teach us to eat in a digusting way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ITS VERY DISGUSTING BUT TASTE GOODDDD.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ken asked me to try a little then i went to the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after coming out, everyone was making the digusting nipple sweet. yucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i didnt join in. find it very digusting. so i gave out the sweets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ken learnt this way of eating the sweets from her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and she only teach us and never teach her another grp of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she scared they say her childish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so we are what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILDISH LAH&lt;/strong&gt;. ken, i help you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols. but childish is good.hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then went cold storage cos kaixin wanna buy cigarettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shes so desperate to smoke lah. until she walk out to the interchange and find to see whether if the other side of the interchange got the no smoking sign but too bad DONT HAVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then she say we must go up to smoke. you see, how &lt;strong&gt;desperate&lt;/strong&gt; she is. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we was discussing where to go. in the end, only me winnie ken bev xinyuan going to ecp the beach cabana to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reached ecp we was talking, then whatever we talk, will link to wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we say lets not talk about wendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but slowly talk talk, link again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no more steamboat, cos no more wendy, the &lt;strong&gt;BIG EATER&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we decided to add bev in to replace wendy.(dont worry wendy, you are still in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i was like saying hais, but u dun eat like wendy, not tt much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then bev say i eat more than wendy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then ken told me a story abt they 3 eating steamboat at geylang tt time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, bev is a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE EATER&lt;/strong&gt; KAY.lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wendy you see, you left a big impact on us. we miss you so much lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to go back cos its going to rain. then me, ken and winnie went to some bus-stop and talk then i took the last 43 home.winnie cab home and ken went aunt's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but before sending wendy off, which is on the friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we have a farewell supper with wendy at ken's place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and angelia wanted to give kaixin a surprise to celebrate kaixin birthday before wendy leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cos kaixin told her that she hope to celebrate her birthday before wendy leaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so angelia called me in the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angelia: hello, zihui ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:yah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angelia:im angelia, kx's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: come on lah, WHAT FRIEND? WHAT FRIEND? GIRLFRIEND LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;angelia: aiya, paiseh mah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:wat the..crazy man. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SO LAME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes yes, kaixin's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i rush to ken place after my project shooting till 10pm then reach home at 11pm then faster bath and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH I HAVE A FUNNY THING TO SHARE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHICH IS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the thursday, we went to yusnirah house and do the shooting then by then we have already stop, her mum came home then we went to the living room and say hi to the mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yusnirah send us down when we go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her phone ring, mum asked her to go home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the next day she told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yus: zihui, you know yesterday my mum thought i bring guy home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: huh?why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yus: she ask me go home then she ask me, WHY YOU BRING A GUY HOME JUS NOW?then i say i never bring guy home. then she say dont lie! den i say all girls leh.then she say got one is guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: then she thought i guy ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yus: yah i think so. then i say that one is a girl lah ,mummy. if you dont believe, she's coming tomorrow. i show you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: *laugh* but cannot be leh, i've already change to unifrom and its skirt leh! and i let down my hair!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then the next day after school i went her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said to her mum HI AUNTIE!(higher tone of my voice) IM GIRL LEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA, then the mum also laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, as i was saying about the farewell supper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was the last to reach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then we start the steamboat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaixin say her gf like me alot and miss me alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA THANKS EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then say see my gf so TENG you leh zihui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i say orh okay then how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaixin say okay i give her to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i laugh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the steamboat, left alot of food!&lt;br /&gt;so we played the steamboat game to finish up the food thats left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWHrnTLCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/km-XpUMuAsU/s1600-h/P1013012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422452694920226" style="CURSOR: hand" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWHrnTLCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/km-XpUMuAsU/s200/P1013012.JPG" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWIDEsu3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_XuCpu28gyg/s1600-h/P1013011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422458992245618" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWIDEsu3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_XuCpu28gyg/s200/P1013011.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWIeQSjsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ksYir31KiGs/s1600-h/P1013014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422466288619202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWIeQSjsI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ksYir31KiGs/s200/P1013014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWJduW7hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3PSft6zFtjo/s1600-h/P1013016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422483326168594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWJduW7hI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3PSft6zFtjo/s200/P1013016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;too full until we start stoning. and kaixin look funny in this pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWI35_R2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hvUlHRU5liI/s1600-h/P1013015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422473174402914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWI35_R2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/hvUlHRU5liI/s200/P1013015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZHX6M6BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1rhrLANjpwQ/s1600-h/P1013017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209425745940375570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZHX6M6BI/AAAAAAAAAJs/1rhrLANjpwQ/s200/P1013017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torture!!! ARGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after eating, some of us played the twister game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ7mIAAwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EzSxOke1ZKY/s1600-h/P1013021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209426643109544706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ7mIAAwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/EzSxOke1ZKY/s200/P1013021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ73ZR1AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Wf1nRKa6rG0/s1600-h/P1013024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209426647745418242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ73ZR1AI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Wf1nRKa6rG0/s200/P1013024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ8NkWxGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nsaPkSghk5E/s1600-h/P1013025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209426653697459298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ8NkWxGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/nsaPkSghk5E/s200/P1013025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ8lx5YyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YyrfuIxO-lE/s1600-h/P1013026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209426660196705058" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuZ8lx5YyI/AAAAAAAAAKM/YyrfuIxO-lE/s200/P1013026.JPG" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while some were playing, some of us are illegelly doing the wrapping for the cookies and muffins we made for wendy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucElqv5cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1hvSvv387EQ/s1600-h/P1013035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209428996628932034" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucElqv5cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/1hvSvv387EQ/s200/P1013035.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucE942V3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wPl-BFmPOIk/s1600-h/P1013029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209429003130525554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucE942V3I/AAAAAAAAAKs/wPl-BFmPOIk/s200/P1013029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucDllszLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zv0dX8C7WeE/s1600-h/P1013027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209428979427888306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucDllszLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zv0dX8C7WeE/s200/P1013027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209428985046053330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEucD6hLMdI/AAAAAAAAAKc/A127FfW0c-0/s200/P1013033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a while, edwin came to bring wendy to go for some riding cos he passed his motor tp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEueFjRNjPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1rU0nizBH5M/s1600-h/P1013038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209431212188077298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEueFjRNjPI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1rU0nizBH5M/s200/P1013038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEueGNKL9oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6LvwYuSjXvI/s1600-h/P1013039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209431223432902274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEueGNKL9oI/AAAAAAAAAK8/6LvwYuSjXvI/s200/P1013039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after wendy came back, packing of the things are done. (the finished wrapping pics are with ken)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we decided to play the drinking game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before that we have a cheers for wendy before she leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and she saw the thibgs we made for her, she ask for more presents. diao -.-''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c5ec01a5ad2b35d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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the unfortunate person in the world that have the only illness which is call JELLY-tulosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEulkQ6p2oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yC4GlCh9Tpk/s1600-h/P1013049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209439436418964098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEulkQ6p2oI/AAAAAAAAAL0/yC4GlCh9Tpk/s200/P1013049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEulk9qFKdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yh8zMbpGMOY/s1600-h/P1013050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209439448429046226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEulk9qFKdI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yh8zMbpGMOY/s200/P1013050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;video part 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd1887884dbdc9fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuqLSJ9RfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cRR246S5S6Y/s1600-h/P1013054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209444504812996082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuqLSJ9RfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cRR246S5S6Y/s200/P1013054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuqLetiuiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zSUp8yvp9FE/s1600-h/P1013055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209444508183476770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuqLetiuiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zSUp8yvp9FE/s200/P1013055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AWWW...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ken i think you are crying lor, dont pretend pretend ahhhhh.oh please,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nono, dont try to explain. you think we dont know yr pattern ah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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(to me, she have no butt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8M4uC2tI/AAAAAAAAANE/q_61rGoTlVY/s1600-h/P1013069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464323554073298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8M4uC2tI/AAAAAAAAANE/q_61rGoTlVY/s200/P1013069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;POOTTTTT! *SMELLY LAH EXY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8NlZ025I/AAAAAAAAANU/5PcJts9k_l4/s1600-h/P1013080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464335548865426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8NlZ025I/AAAAAAAAANU/5PcJts9k_l4/s200/P1013080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8NxGEpWI/AAAAAAAAANc/UuFXR_GZgg4/s1600-h/P1013081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464338687239522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEu8NxGEpWI/AAAAAAAAANc/UuFXR_GZgg4/s200/P1013081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some words from exy to wendy.(but is from zihui imagination)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wendy, without you with me, this is how im going to be. so..so..please come back. =''(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DANCING TIME! THE WORSE DANCE EVER! STAY TUNE..WEEEWOOWEE.*PUKE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84748628b06d5009" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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cos i ask ken to lquid away the japan flag and draw singapore flag. cos she's in sg and u are at NZ. hahah.cute eh?*puke. alright, we are waiting for you to be back for steamboat kay. ken is waiting for you to be her ah sam, bev is waiting for you to go sun-tanning with her. winnie is waiting for you to go shopping tgt. exy is waiting for you to sleepover at her house cos her mum not at home.kaixin is waiting for you to go clubbing.im waiting for you to come back and celebrate our birthday tgt. WE MISS YOU LAH. LOVE YOU MANY MANY. &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lastly, fuck you lah. why never online? we wait for so long!lols. jk lah. maybe u are tired already. alright, really hope that our friendship will not stop here. so faster come back. ="(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-9138404495254146108?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=30490b916af47db5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4194dc5897e88a89&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f296059b52a316&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=568f4273833d0a20&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=65a19457632567c6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84748628b06d5009&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b8460da6978b903b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c5ec01a5ad2b35d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb76517c0d1d9845&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cd1887884dbdc9fd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/9138404495254146108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=9138404495254146108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/9138404495254146108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/9138404495254146108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-phng-phng.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/SEuWHrnTLCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/km-XpUMuAsU/s72-c/P1013012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-4507356471157858039</id><published>2008-05-30T17:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:32:24.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so dead now.&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;i cant do anything now.&lt;br /&gt;so hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;just keeping my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;i only can think of you quietly.&lt;br /&gt;and doing things quietly.&lt;br /&gt;if u have your happiness already then i dont know if i should feel happy or not.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just fuck off lah.&lt;br /&gt;dont like to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;so sour. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, grandma was admitted to the hospital last night.&lt;br /&gt;she got a serious fever and flu the othe day.&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, again her feet/leh was swollen like last time again.&lt;br /&gt;if im not wrong, it got to do with the liver/kidney? some parts of the body lah.&lt;br /&gt;my grandpa is a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;went grandma house few days back.&lt;br /&gt;she have aged so much! just 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;she slim down so much. no teeth. she wear fake one lah.&lt;br /&gt;then my grandpa also aged alot.&lt;br /&gt;omg. scary eh.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, grandma get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;feeellllll so sad......&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;hao xinku.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag me leh people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4507356471157858039?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4507356471157858039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4507356471157858039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4507356471157858039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4507356471157858039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-so-dead-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-8964482566676713890</id><published>2008-05-28T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T23:00:38.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i fell down yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;after saying goodbye to doreen and mich.&lt;br /&gt;the position is like push-up position.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;damn paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;somemore behind got so many people!&lt;br /&gt;den i faster get up and laugh all the way!&lt;br /&gt;damn painful can?i pretend to cry, cos i laugh till got tears,then i bluff them !&lt;br /&gt;haha, then they dont cry! then i just open my hands! HAHA BLUFF U ONE.&lt;br /&gt;WALK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;alright, i have a very big blue-black on my knee cap now!&lt;br /&gt;damn painful.&lt;br /&gt;im having blue blacks everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;help me rub!&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;once in a blue moon.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday and today got blue moon, you know?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;i finally pay off my library fines.&lt;br /&gt;i never want to waste my money to pay off the fines but today,&lt;br /&gt;i did it cos i wanted to borrow a book.&lt;br /&gt;you know the book is about what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISLAM 101 questions and answers.&lt;br /&gt;very nice to read can?&lt;br /&gt;i have already read 40 pages in few hours?&lt;br /&gt;when im suppose to study my business law for the test tml.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5743659591232690370</id><published>2008-05-25T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:24:11.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hope you are not the one i think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5743659591232690370?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5743659591232690370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-28366681.post-2231021614744889476</id><published>2008-05-23T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:45:19.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im starting to get the facts right already.&lt;br /&gt;thats very annonying.&lt;br /&gt;its better for me to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;then making the same mistakes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want camping....&lt;br /&gt;say this since dont know when.&lt;br /&gt;few months already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money money money..&lt;br /&gt;what's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;money, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;can the sky drop me some?&lt;br /&gt;then someone shall sing me, dream dream dream...&lt;br /&gt;haha, it only reminds me of bev.&lt;br /&gt;but wait, whats the title of that song?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-28366681.post-8018554620968277928</id><published>2008-04-16T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:35:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoho, school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old class.&lt;br /&gt;my class got ALOT of malays.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;like only got 8 chinese?&lt;br /&gt;around there.&lt;br /&gt;okay, costing is boring lah.&lt;br /&gt;though i slept alot already but still feel sleepy when attending that lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now in bus 135 was like talking to juan.&lt;br /&gt;i asked her whether if today is the 16th of april.&lt;br /&gt;she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;then i say to her, its one year that i know her already.&lt;br /&gt;then blahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;alright, just keep moving man.&lt;br /&gt;dont stop.&lt;br /&gt;dont fall back.&lt;br /&gt;why do i feel so sour.&lt;br /&gt;lols, just memories flashing back lah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humans are weird.&lt;br /&gt;when they have it, they tend to complain and whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;but when they lost it, they also continue complaining and whine about it.&lt;br /&gt;humans, humans, humans.&lt;br /&gt;hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this last year is gonna be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;after this, then goodbye everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8018554620968277928?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8018554620968277928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-5068796969875052461</id><published>2008-04-12T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:46:29.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE TO SEE HER TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;pleaseeee, please please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i think i better change rom stop scolding vulgarities to continue scolding.&lt;br /&gt;cause i think i just cant stop.&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant forget the way she look man!&lt;br /&gt;tmd.&lt;br /&gt;si angmoh.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SOOO WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i cut my hair already!&lt;br /&gt;damn i look like AH WANG! lols.&lt;br /&gt;yes, ah wang the bowl hair toot toot guy.&lt;br /&gt;only when i clip up my hair during work.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep acting like him.&lt;br /&gt;lols. the female version.&lt;br /&gt;i regret cutting lahhhhhhhh. its like shit!&lt;br /&gt;time to wait for my hair to grow.&lt;br /&gt;HAISSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5068796969875052461?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5068796969875052461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5068796969875052461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5068796969875052461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5068796969875052461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/04/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6903826173253604971</id><published>2008-04-04T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T22:01:07.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a GOOD SLEEP LAST NIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALLY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;medicine is the help!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im gonna stop eating western and china food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kept eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feel like vomiting. puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too much of pork. MUST CUT DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im quite halal remember? HAHA, AS IF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6903826173253604971?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6903826173253604971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6903826173253604971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6903826173253604971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6903826173253604971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-good-sleep-last-night-finally-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3415766986264421183</id><published>2008-04-03T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T14:45:51.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im having fever.&lt;br /&gt;waking up and i feel my head is so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;shake my head, its PAINFUL!&lt;br /&gt;my breathe is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;cant find my thermometer.&lt;br /&gt;so i assume im having fever.&lt;br /&gt;hah, feli say maybe im thinking too much. lols.&lt;br /&gt;assume, assume, assume&lt;br /&gt;everyone just like to assume things.&lt;br /&gt;dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my big auntie come and find me!&lt;br /&gt;very wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exy send me a photo of kaixin.&lt;br /&gt;very erxin and ugly.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! TAAAA-DAHH! KAIXIN!!LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R_R8UOvXMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FsbCU5dxkCs/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905758006260514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R_R8UOvXMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FsbCU5dxkCs/s320/DSC00851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3415766986264421183?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3415766986264421183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3415766986264421183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3415766986264421183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3415766986264421183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-having-fever.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R_R8UOvXMyI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FsbCU5dxkCs/s72-c/DSC00851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-471310202229851634</id><published>2008-04-01T13:33:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:31:16.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO STUPIDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so tell me when will you stop all this shit?&lt;br /&gt;tell me tell me tell meeee nowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;you know it yet you are doing this.&lt;br /&gt;whats controlling you now?&lt;br /&gt;your mind? your heart?&lt;br /&gt;your mind controlling your heart?&lt;br /&gt;your heart controlling your mind?&lt;br /&gt;which?&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were okay from the start.&lt;br /&gt;where did all the effort you paid gone to now?&lt;br /&gt;so please go away.&lt;br /&gt;dont step into any part of my life now.&lt;br /&gt;i want a good sleep.&lt;br /&gt;not waiting till late in the night and force myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;not waking up every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;not seeing you in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;not waking up next morning and the same routine start.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;you're nothing, nothing to her.&lt;br /&gt;dont you understand?&lt;br /&gt;im just passerby.&lt;br /&gt;your feelings, your life, whatever that is happening,&lt;br /&gt;she wont even bother.&lt;br /&gt;im always guessing from the start.&lt;br /&gt;loving you is so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;you never like explaining things to me.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you dont even think of how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;your insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;im always thinking for you and ....&lt;br /&gt;do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;i bet you dont.&lt;br /&gt;and i realised i did not think for myself.&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is why i will get so much hurt.&lt;br /&gt;im simple, im easily contented.&lt;br /&gt;i want it simple.&lt;br /&gt;everyone like things to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;but simple things are hard to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;why when things can be simple you wanna make it so complicated?&lt;br /&gt;this is life eh?&lt;br /&gt;simple life.&lt;br /&gt;you happy, i happy, everyone happy.&lt;br /&gt;thinking back.&lt;br /&gt;because of you,&lt;br /&gt;i have lost someone who is precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;the things she said, left a big impact on me.&lt;br /&gt;unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;thats one harsh word i never expect i would &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; receive it in my life.&lt;br /&gt;at that moment, i kept to myself and beared the pain inside me.&lt;br /&gt;you dont know anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;but things are fine now.&lt;br /&gt;i tried my best in everything.&lt;br /&gt;yes everything.&lt;br /&gt;people around me can see it.&lt;br /&gt;i tried so hard that i didnt even realise until im told.&lt;br /&gt;when you are weak, im weak too.&lt;br /&gt;but you dont know.&lt;br /&gt;and i pretend to be strong and stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;so now im just trying to find back myself.&lt;br /&gt;the one who is good at pretending.&lt;br /&gt;yes, pretend. fake you may say that.&lt;br /&gt;but isnt that way better?&lt;br /&gt;zihui be strong.&lt;br /&gt;people say you will be stronger everytime after you fall.&lt;br /&gt;will i?&lt;br /&gt;or its just a saying that you wont care so much in future?&lt;br /&gt;i seems to be much happier before this right?&lt;br /&gt;yes, you are much happier.&lt;br /&gt;she said.&lt;br /&gt;felt sad at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder to myself last night,&lt;br /&gt;when i say something funny i encounted recently,&lt;br /&gt;i was smiling at the outer but how do i feel inside?&lt;br /&gt;i realised its no feeling.&lt;br /&gt;just laugh for the sake of laughing.&lt;br /&gt;dont really like to talk now.&lt;br /&gt;doing things by forcing.&lt;br /&gt;forcing, how bad.&lt;br /&gt;the weather like always following the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;how cute.&lt;br /&gt;but no sunshine of course.&lt;br /&gt;how weird.&lt;br /&gt;once theres a person who understand you so much and talk so much with you,&lt;br /&gt;just dont seem to know who you are anymore and theres a big gap the next day.&lt;br /&gt;just like strangers.&lt;br /&gt;i did learnt many things from you.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for it.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for asking me to cook barley, i've learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for teaching me how to reply people, hmm, huh, orh, is it? really?then?&lt;br /&gt;thank you that stupid morning wake up method.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;you asked me not to stop talking to you the previous time,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;now you were the one who stop.&lt;br /&gt;im the one sad over here. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, you are hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont understand you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;when do you say the things and really meant it?&lt;br /&gt;this time round, you said friends.&lt;br /&gt;yes friends.&lt;br /&gt;see i told you friends are just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;i dont deny i miss you, very much indeed.&lt;br /&gt;i can even forget about what you said.&lt;br /&gt;but whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;whatever i have done,&lt;br /&gt;you dont seems to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;when you thank for the present and said you really appreciate it,&lt;br /&gt;i dont want it.&lt;br /&gt;cause i want you to appreciate me but not the present.&lt;br /&gt;i have you in my heart but...&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;though we dont contact anymore,&lt;br /&gt;i wish you all the best in what you are trying to do now.&lt;br /&gt;i may not know what it really is but im not that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;if you hate me for appearing once in your life and made your wrong choice, im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span &gt;thank you for hurting me huh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-471310202229851634?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/471310202229851634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=471310202229851634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/471310202229851634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/471310202229851634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-stupiddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4279627830701523386</id><published>2008-03-31T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:41:51.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TICK TOCK ..TICK TOCK.. TICK TOCK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the time is passing so slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soooooo S L O W . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4279627830701523386?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4279627830701523386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4279627830701523386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4279627830701523386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4279627830701523386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/tick-tock.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-8174123944118413117</id><published>2008-03-29T15:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:42:19.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i saw you two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were smiling very happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your laughter, your voice, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we used to be like last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its in my dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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-size:85%;"&gt;there are so many times i wanted to know what/how you are doing and listen to your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i keep reminding myself about what you have said to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it holds me back from calling/msg you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you used to be my sunshine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but you are my rain now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imubadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8174123944118413117?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8174123944118413117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8174123944118413117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8174123944118413117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8174123944118413117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-you-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-2834913475589376846</id><published>2008-03-24T13:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:42:54.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;to make you worry so much for me.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;being there for me when i needed accompany.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, one day i'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;not hopefully but it will, just that no one know when it will come.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry for myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping things will be better but things turn the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;you made me pin up my hope high and trash it.&lt;br /&gt;not once. but a few times.&lt;br /&gt;you are so cruel this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you only realise till now.&lt;br /&gt;isn't that a little too long?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know whether you are speaking from your heart or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends. you said this is what we are all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;though we didnt talk much but all the things you said is already fucking hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my plans for you have now been thrashed.&lt;br /&gt;i will not use my plan for you to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;it was suppose to be yours but you didnt give me the chance to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how stupid am i?&lt;br /&gt;i still want you back.&lt;br /&gt;i asked you whether if you can not go.&lt;br /&gt;you thought i was asking you not to go home.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COME ON ZIHUI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;friends have been trying to knock some senses into you!&lt;br /&gt;but everyone knows who can help her.&lt;br /&gt;me, myself and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the worst day i ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2834913475589376846?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2834913475589376846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2834913475589376846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2834913475589376846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2834913475589376846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1870327791491372289</id><published>2008-03-21T05:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T07:37:41.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;byebye wendy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont eat too much when you're there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll miss you but not as much as someone. lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont take me for granted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know whats the problem now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i have been watching tv about eating disorder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, the net isnt working at all so all i can do to watch tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched tyra banks show"addicted to thin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this girl is thin and wants to be more thin and therefore she took a drug dont know call coacine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgot how to spell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anw, to like help her in losing weight. and she feel good everytime after she go to the toilet after vomiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;one day, she jus fainted outside her house, she nearly died from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, was on my way to work, saw your message that u dont feel well, wanting to vomit and faint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im scared. very.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was so worried and afraid that you might faint anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what if you are like the girl i saw on tv?passed out and nearly died from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just a "what if".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.healthyplace.com/Communities/Eating_Disorders/peacelovehope/laxatives.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.healthyplace.com/Communities/Eating_Disorders/peacelovehope/laxatives.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giving an whatever look now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cant be bothered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you are not fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you once said before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love me for who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, people love you for who you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but are you loving yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;doing this to your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe you have stopped taking now, i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but please dont take it anymore, alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesyes, naggy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then dont read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i type what i want here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its already 7.31am in the friday morning!&lt;br /&gt;and i havent go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ITS GOOD FRIDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MAY PEACE BE WITH YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont feel ________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i doubt i will be able to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1870327791491372289?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1870327791491372289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1870327791491372289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1870327791491372289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1870327791491372289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/byebye-wendy-take-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-181299246778452239</id><published>2008-03-18T03:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T03:24:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so bored.&lt;br /&gt;how bored?&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;just feel very bored.&lt;br /&gt;life seems to be meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;so dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you light up my life.&lt;br /&gt;you gave me hope.&lt;br /&gt;lalala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is like the wind,&lt;br /&gt;you can't see it,&lt;br /&gt;but you can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-181299246778452239?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/181299246778452239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=181299246778452239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2856242554141309687?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2856242554141309687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2856242554141309687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2856242554141309687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2856242554141309687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-happy-happy-iloveyou-ken-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4576279763224851151</id><published>2008-03-16T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:59:37.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; feel so ____.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to describe it.&lt;br /&gt;i am a listener and always be one.&lt;br /&gt;people come and go as they like.&lt;br /&gt;i can predict it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if one day, who will be theirs?&lt;br /&gt;who can they turn to?&lt;br /&gt;everyone would say, come to me then.&lt;br /&gt;but will you give the same treatment that the person once gave?&lt;br /&gt;as patience as she is?&lt;br /&gt;actually, everyone can be very patience and listen.&lt;br /&gt;the difference is the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not whether its once given and its time to return the favor.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to find one.&lt;br /&gt;when this person finds you, she really hope you could be the one there for her.&lt;br /&gt;its so heartbreaking when you found out that she cant be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends friends friends.&lt;br /&gt;you can have many of them, but its hard to find someone to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;out of so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ling, im not refering to you. really. i som-ba!&lt;br /&gt;im thinking and reflecting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think im living my life everyday with a mask on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pretending to be happy,okay with everything even when im not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is call what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes. running away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know what im thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont like to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i just type what im thinking now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate the word kelian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4576279763224851151?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4576279763224851151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4576279763224851151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4576279763224851151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4576279763224851151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5541496751010473592</id><published>2008-03-14T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:21:55.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, i keep watching the video about MK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess wendy was the one who keep asking her to jump! jump! faster.&lt;br /&gt;which suddenly makes me think that martina is giving birth!&lt;br /&gt;and wendy is the JIE SHEN PO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W:FASTER! GO! SIT ON IT! (FASTER! GO!PUSH IT!)&lt;br /&gt;MK:WHY IS IT REALLY NOT BURSTING? (WHY IS IT REALLY NOT COMING OUT?!)&lt;br /&gt;W:PLEASE! JUMP! (PLEASE!PUSH!)&lt;br /&gt;MK: DONT LAH! IM REALLY SCARED LAH! ITS REALLY NOT BURSTING! (DONT LAH! ITS REALLY NOT COMING OUT!!)&lt;br /&gt;W:JUMP!JUMP!JUMP!(PUSH!PUSH!PUSH!)&lt;br /&gt;BACKGROUND PPL SHOUTING 1! 2! 3!&lt;br /&gt;W:JUST JUMP!FASTER! JUST JUMP ON IT!(JUST PUSHHHH! FASTERRR! JUST PUSHH!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! bomb! (finally, the baby came out. *cries*)&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATS, YOU JUST BURST IT. (CONGRATS,YOU JUST GAVE BIRTH TO A GIRL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know.&lt;br /&gt;im crazy huh.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for knowing that.&lt;br /&gt;but really felt that its like a process of giving birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martina, is your face like this now? -.-''&lt;br /&gt;lols. what to do? you still love me what.&lt;br /&gt;hoho. &lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5541496751010473592?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5541496751010473592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5541496751010473592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5541496751010473592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5541496751010473592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-i-keep-watching-video-about-mk.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-8844254076507938559</id><published>2008-03-13T21:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:09:54.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>martina!&lt;br /&gt;here's something for you!&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU CHAO AH GUA.&lt;br /&gt;keep whining and whining.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, they never start video when you keep whining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON YOUR SPEAKER LOUD LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=30200150"&gt;winnie 21st birthday-MK dare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=30200150&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother saw the video.&lt;br /&gt;she was like" aiyo martina lai de ah? why like boy like that?! SO CUTE!"&lt;br /&gt;omg, mk she say you cute leh in the video.&lt;br /&gt;so u better stop asking me to lie to my mum about you leaving your hair long!&lt;br /&gt;so bad of you. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MOTHER LAUGHING OUT LOUD LAH!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8844254076507938559?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8844254076507938559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8844254076507938559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8844254076507938559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8844254076507938559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/martina-heres-something-for-you-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6791927682964759401</id><published>2008-03-12T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:55:08.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you see is not always what you believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is real is not always what you think is real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinking is believing, but it's not always true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seeing is believing, but it's always true!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6791927682964759401?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6791927682964759401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6791927682964759401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6791927682964759401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6791927682964759401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-you-see-is-not-always-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3727139067575039110</id><published>2008-03-12T18:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:57:02.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;exams are over, holidays are here!&lt;br /&gt;no more early mornings for me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;banking paper for nehnehpok tml, good luck! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to go watch the leap years today but end up i dont feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;winnie told me she have to go home cook dinner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS DAMN SHOCK, VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asked me if i wanna go over and cook together but i wanna stay home.&lt;br /&gt;shes cooking cabonara.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of kaixin. she cook damn nice. told her she have a bright future ahead.&lt;br /&gt;i know its dumb lah. to like just based on one dish - cabonara.&lt;br /&gt;but i have confidence in her. of course, my goody friend, AH BUI.&lt;br /&gt;kaixin, i bet you dont even read my blog. &lt;strong&gt;u makan ta it&lt;/strong&gt;. anw, for your info, i always read yours. but you never update anymore. angelia eh- i read yrs too kay. lols. fair fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i notice i dont have "alot" music talent friends.&lt;br /&gt;lols. other than debbie wong, no more? should be a few huh?lols.&lt;br /&gt;should i include winnie?&lt;br /&gt;she only know a few ER GE and some chords? do you still remember how to play?&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna learn one song lah.&lt;br /&gt;teach me, will you?&lt;br /&gt;but you must be patience enough. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna go campinggggggggggggggggg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3727139067575039110?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3727139067575039110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3727139067575039110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DAMN EXCITED FOR LATER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOPE EVERYTHING TURNS OUT SMOOTHLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAHAHHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;LUCK LUCK LUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quite happy today. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1190323221743700735?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1190323221743700735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1190323221743700735' title='0 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY WINNIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's enjoy ourselves tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1507814391814120386?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1507814391814120386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1507814391814120386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1507814391814120386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1507814391814120386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-21st-birthday-winnie-lets-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1082534339225809608</id><published>2008-03-06T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:08:04.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's Start From Here 王若琳 Joanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Giving up, why should I&lt;br /&gt;I've come to far to forget&lt;br /&gt;We're beautiful, we just got lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;So much was missing when you went away&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here, lose the past&lt;br /&gt;Change our minds, we don't need a finish line&lt;br /&gt;Let's take this chance don't think too deep&lt;br /&gt;Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing here face to face&lt;br /&gt;A finger on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a word don't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Silence surrounds us now&lt;br /&gt;Even when you were gone&lt;br /&gt;I felt you everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Let' start from here, lose the past&lt;br /&gt;Change our minds, we don't need a finish line&lt;br /&gt;Let's take this chance don't think too deep&lt;br /&gt;Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've never been the one to open up&lt;br /&gt;But you've always been the voice within&lt;br /&gt;The only warmth from my cold heart&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here, lose the past&lt;br /&gt;Change our minds, we don't need a finish line&lt;br /&gt;Let's take this chance don't think too deep&lt;br /&gt;Of all those promises&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here, lose the past&lt;br /&gt;Change our minds, we don't need a finish line&lt;br /&gt;Let's take this chance don't think too deep&lt;br /&gt;Of all those promises we couldn't seem to keep&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where we go&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here&lt;br /&gt;Let's start from here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1082534339225809608?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1082534339225809608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1082534339225809608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1082534339225809608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1082534339225809608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-start-from-here-joanna-giving-up_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-7787235815444180868</id><published>2008-03-05T23:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:16:02.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so cold~!&lt;br /&gt;is the weather recently cold or im the one with the problem?&lt;br /&gt;i have been feeling very cold these few days.&lt;br /&gt;whether i on the fan or not, i feel very cold&lt;br /&gt;so cold that my hands are not warm at all, its cold.&lt;br /&gt;warm my hands will you?&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-7787235815444180868?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/7787235815444180868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=7787235815444180868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7787235815444180868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7787235815444180868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-cold-is-weather-recently-cold-or-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6650310822999286074</id><published>2008-03-04T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:54:58.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbyes are not forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbyes are not the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It just simply means i'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till we meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6650310822999286074?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6650310822999286074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6650310822999286074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6650310822999286074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6650310822999286074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/03/goodbyes-are-not-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3461028068401005718</id><published>2008-03-03T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:50:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never knew i &lt;3 you so deep till today.&lt;br /&gt;its was so painful than the previous time you said to me.&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;br /&gt;its repeating.&lt;br /&gt;doing anything is a torture to me now.&lt;br /&gt;you gave me the courage and you took it away now.&lt;br /&gt;i bet you don't even remember.&lt;br /&gt;everything is nothing now.&lt;br /&gt;so how can i console myself?&lt;br /&gt;its a lesson a third party will eventually get in the end?&lt;br /&gt;then i feel sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;tell me things, alright?&lt;br /&gt;not today.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want pity.&lt;br /&gt;numb is all i need now.&lt;br /&gt;lock it, close it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs please?&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3461028068401005718?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-4819200969368276893</id><published>2008-03-01T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:01:02.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its sour.</title><content type='html'>i guess im right.&lt;br /&gt;so what should i do next?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldnt have said hi and all to her that day.&lt;br /&gt;things won't be this way, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;im left with nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4819200969368276893?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4819200969368276893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;watched p.s i ♥ you with jan and fel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt cry much. just drop tears like three times?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i offered them tissue like trying to let everyone know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;touching lah some parts.&lt;br /&gt;quite funny also, keep quarreling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the guy is so sweet lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont wanna argue with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why always argue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sah-lon said its hard for us not to argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;once we see each other, it'll start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah, why cant we talk properly?&lt;br /&gt;argue? our way of communicating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R8ZQewGiyQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/178IN1foUVY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171909711320238338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R8ZQewGiyQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/178IN1foUVY/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i will try not to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;starting from today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2161860678477239772?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2161860678477239772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2161860678477239772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2161860678477239772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2161860678477239772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/02/watched-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R8ZQewGiyQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/178IN1foUVY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-6351986137293884091</id><published>2008-02-25T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:44:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im having a terribly serious problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c r a z y n e s s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4162153367412514303</id><published>2008-02-20T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:41:41.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so lame.</title><content type='html'>roy asked me some qian bian question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: What do you call if i open a pub in space?&lt;br /&gt;Z:  spacepub?&lt;br /&gt;R:  no? its SPACEBAR!&lt;br /&gt;Z:  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hiro Nakamura-"save the cheerleader, save the world!" "To be the one we need." says:&lt;br /&gt;why does ZI HUI (YOU) know every paper?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. says:&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. says:&lt;br /&gt;FUCK SIA&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. says:&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4162153367412514303?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4162153367412514303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4162153367412514303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4162153367412514303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4162153367412514303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-lame.html' title='so lame.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4522835650830819581</id><published>2008-02-18T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:12:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.</title><content type='html'>feel so stress suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;time seems to be running out for me!&lt;br /&gt;faster faster!&lt;br /&gt;PROJECT PROJECT PROJECT.&lt;br /&gt;after friday, woooo!&lt;br /&gt;no more worries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4522835650830819581?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4522835650830819581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4522835650830819581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4522835650830819581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4522835650830819581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/02/i.html' title='i.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-260052846811281608</id><published>2008-02-17T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T14:35:44.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early in the morning 11 o'clock.</title><content type='html'>talk so LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a good sleep lah!&lt;br /&gt;then quarral over a small thing. 4D.&lt;br /&gt;crazy!&lt;br /&gt;buey tahan, very noisy lah.&lt;br /&gt;die liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;heard that chicken and rabbit fan tai shui this year.\&lt;br /&gt;my house got one chicken and one rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;then i predict they will quarral once every two days bah.&lt;br /&gt;si liao lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hearing really seems like got problem leh.&lt;br /&gt;i can still hear but not as clear like last time.&lt;br /&gt;i will go HUH HUH HUH?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i think too much lah when there's nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project is due on this coming friday!&lt;br /&gt;jia you! faster do.&lt;br /&gt;shall anyhow do lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday met up with KX, her gf (ANGELIA EH), XY, winnie and MK.&lt;br /&gt;then went golden mile eat steamboat. not bad lah.&lt;br /&gt;after that xy,fancy,me,mk went chinatown kbox and winnie go home with her bf.&lt;br /&gt;we sing from 9+ till 4 am.&lt;br /&gt;alot! sing until sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the other charges, service charges &amp;amp; GST add up cost us around 50+ leh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-260052846811281608?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/260052846811281608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=260052846811281608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/260052846811281608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/260052846811281608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-in-morning-11-oclock.html' title='early in the morning 11 o&apos;clock.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-611742815554289196</id><published>2008-02-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:27:52.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fucked up.</title><content type='html'>took cab down for work at chinese restaurant cause heard that they dont like people to be late.&lt;br /&gt;WASTE MY MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;reach there work a while, feel like going back home.&lt;br /&gt;then after a while saw desmond!&lt;br /&gt;damn happy.&lt;br /&gt;and we both agreed that we are like doing SAI-KANG!&lt;br /&gt;TMD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, feel damn useless there.&lt;br /&gt;yes, they did teach you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;but i did wat im suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;i tried, but many people there keep asking me to do things for them.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have much time, then AIYA DONT KNOW LAH!&lt;br /&gt;i only like michelle, chenghar, desmond, huiling and ken there.&lt;br /&gt;im starting to hate china people.&lt;br /&gt;fuck them!&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;THEY MAKAN TA IT.&lt;br /&gt;GO BACK YOUR COUNTRY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT WELCOME HERE. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(some only lah. those that i hate.lols.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your mouth stinks anyway. *puke&lt;br /&gt;you speak like a man which soul.&lt;br /&gt;you mumble all the way expecting me to understand a single word.&lt;br /&gt;two word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose to help ken work until sunday, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NO WAY MAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when he give me my pay at around 9pm, i asked him whether if i can dont work tml.&lt;br /&gt;then he asked me," whats wrong?how come everyone come down work then dont feel liek working already?"&lt;br /&gt;me: nothing lah, just dont feel like working lor.&lt;br /&gt;ken: come on, tell me the reason lah, then like that i can solve it what. if you treat me as your friend.&lt;br /&gt;me: no reasons lah.just dont feel like.&lt;br /&gt;ken: is it because of me anot?&lt;br /&gt;me: no lah. it got nothing to do with you lah.&lt;br /&gt;ken: then? whats the reason?&lt;br /&gt;me: okay, theres no reasons at all. i just dont feel like working lah.&lt;br /&gt;ken: then help me until sunday pls?&lt;br /&gt;me:paused for quite a while, very unwilling lah. NO, THE MOST I HELP U UNTIL TML.THATS IT.&lt;br /&gt;ken:okay.thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just walk off.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i wanted to tell him alot. but why must i? i like working with him but now he is not my manager anymore, who knows whether if he will go tell around? anyway, i dont care lah.&lt;br /&gt;11 more hours at there tml and im done with it.&lt;br /&gt;no way im going down to help anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaobei ah ma, fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DONT WORK WITH ONE HAND, USE YR TWO HAND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cheebye.&lt;br /&gt;you so old, dont come say me lah, go home and BAI NIAN LAH.&lt;br /&gt;you this horse fart devil&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ma pi jing)&lt;/span&gt; , act act ACT.&lt;br /&gt;if you are so good in everything there, then do everything there yourself lah.&lt;br /&gt;dont depend on the manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;im really very buey song now!&lt;br /&gt;FOOD HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;ITS MY DINNER ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SO FUCK OFF NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mood damn no good lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-611742815554289196?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/611742815554289196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=611742815554289196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/611742815554289196'/><link rel='self' 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LAI!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164173307194273618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/R6rUQw3eb1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/OQ-mGOahbyw/s320/407931980_5d0d6b3744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2702324876053801086?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2702324876053801086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-1627491614230177492</id><published>2008-01-31T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T20:08:39.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzZzzZzz.</title><content type='html'>SO TIRED AH!!&lt;br /&gt;studied till 2 plus 3 in the morning last night for my statistics.&lt;br /&gt;got the CA today, okay lah. at least my effort is paid off?&lt;br /&gt;know how to do the table, should be able to pass.&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;watched sweeney todd with lingy. lols.&lt;br /&gt;very digusting lah. keep killing the people with same method.&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch ah long pte ltd though i dont really like jack neo.&lt;br /&gt;the li guo huang sound like peter lah!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, starting my beard papa job tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;its just a trial.&lt;br /&gt;not sure whether they want me not?&lt;br /&gt;hi!any cream puffs for you? hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont know wanna bring clothes go sch then go work straight or go home.&lt;br /&gt;dont feel like going to the cookery cca leh.&lt;br /&gt;how?????&lt;br /&gt;hais, tired lah.&lt;br /&gt;gonna fall asleep anytime.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1627491614230177492?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1627491614230177492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1627491614230177492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1627491614230177492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flTqYYRTIZc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kP1kcCpvYEk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kP1kcCpvYEk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got watch?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA funny hor?&lt;br /&gt;xinyuan intro one.&lt;br /&gt;haha quite lame lah.&lt;br /&gt;some NAN-JIAO school!&lt;br /&gt;NA-BU!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;Dick lee sing song not bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never go school today.&lt;br /&gt;3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;pangseh mich in school.&lt;br /&gt;paiseh eh.&lt;br /&gt;stay home and i did house chores for 3 hours plus!&lt;br /&gt;wahh, feel so MAN ZU GAN!&lt;br /&gt;got statistic and accounts test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;have to force myself to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5246681331290910074?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5246681331290910074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5246681331290910074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5246681331290910074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5246681331290910074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-932530860762973180</id><published>2008-01-28T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:15:11.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some nan-jiao school! lols.</title><content type='html'>got watch?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA funny hor?&lt;br /&gt;xinyuan intro one.&lt;br /&gt;haha quite lame lah.&lt;br /&gt;some NAN-JIAO school!&lt;br /&gt;NA-BU!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;Dick lee sing song not bad eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never go school today.&lt;br /&gt;3 of us.&lt;br /&gt;pangseh mich in school.&lt;br /&gt;paiseh eh.&lt;br /&gt;stay home and i did house chores for 3 hours plus!&lt;br /&gt;wahh, feel so MAN ZU GAN!&lt;br /&gt;got statistic and accounts test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;have to force myself to study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-932530860762973180?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/932530860762973180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=932530860762973180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/932530860762973180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/932530860762973180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/some-nan-jiao-school-lols.html' title='some nan-jiao school! lols.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1466032220915089832</id><published>2008-01-27T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T20:24:34.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEN LEI LEH.</title><content type='html'>BOO!&lt;br /&gt;i cut my hair on friday with feli.&lt;br /&gt;the hair is not bad but after i wash my hair not that nice anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but still NOT BAD LAH.&lt;br /&gt;like my primary one hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;xiao mei mei.&lt;br /&gt;eeee, er xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never act cute hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, on saturday went to work at 12noon instead of 11am.&lt;br /&gt;cause im LATE. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, work for 3 hours can go back already.&lt;br /&gt;tmd.&lt;br /&gt;might as well dont go. earn only like pathetic $18.lols.&lt;br /&gt;went parkway eat with zhenling and juan then head down to chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;waited for juan YEC people, then walk around, actually abit only?&lt;br /&gt;bought my muah-chi for $14. got a shock! lols.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind lah.&lt;br /&gt;went to maxwell FC with them but after a while me and ling went off first.&lt;br /&gt;i wait until i tired ah!&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;both of us walk abit?&lt;br /&gt;then went temple, wah i veryyy long never go temple leh.&lt;br /&gt;ever since im 6?&lt;br /&gt;then ling go take jossticks and pray.&lt;br /&gt;wahhh, the way she pray so serious, man you mei li de. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;ling, if you reading this dont arm-chio or say i crazy or bian tai hor! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and dont keep thinking you very attractive huh! dont think i dont know you! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took train home.&lt;br /&gt;ling inside train got one part her fringe cover her BOTH eyes, then she dont wanna put one side.&lt;br /&gt;cant even see her eyes.she say she wanna act COOL.&lt;br /&gt;then she say the indian girl infront of me is from PLMGS then alot of people dont like her.&lt;br /&gt;then i was like saying, oh~then you now trying to act cool lah in case she can recognise you and since you are a butch last time huh~~&lt;br /&gt;think she reply me YAYA. forgot lah but quite funny leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached serangoon, called feli then met her in the bus 100, end up stop at her house bus stop then we chit chat,eat muah-chi,crackers until 1140 then i went home bath and change to meet xinyan they all cause they wanna go my house the prata shop there and eat.&lt;br /&gt;after im dont with everything, i waited until 1 plus for them, so long.&lt;br /&gt;nearly fall asleep. tired lah!&lt;br /&gt;then finally!&lt;br /&gt;went prata shop blah....then dont want to go where, then i say go punggol end lah, heard from ling theres beach there.&lt;br /&gt;then we went there, not bad leh. quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;around 4,xinyan and kien got to go home cause next day work 12.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, left me,xy,peizi and her bf.&lt;br /&gt;we went pasir ris park and sit sit.&lt;br /&gt;slept at 6am,woke up at 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;reached home at 6pm like that.&lt;br /&gt;lazy type liao.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks huh xinyuan. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1466032220915089832?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-28366681.post-1500606208806020265</id><published>2008-01-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T21:36:12.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unpredictable.</title><content type='html'>hoho never go school today.&lt;br /&gt;get MC with juan.&lt;br /&gt;felt bad for not going school cause already say pei her till her cca starts.&lt;br /&gt;sorry huh.&lt;br /&gt;haiya, nowadays always dont reply me de.&lt;br /&gt;whole body no energy leh cause of SW lah!&lt;br /&gt;so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought straits times with juan, wanted to do the newspaper article but there's no interesting article!&lt;br /&gt;today eat alot!&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat.&lt;br /&gt;menses coming lah. confirm.&lt;br /&gt;gonna cut my hair tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hais, life is so unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't know when you gonna feel happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;lost something so precious to you.&lt;br /&gt;me.. lost a friend?i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;friends untrue to you?&lt;br /&gt;think about it~&lt;br /&gt;have you really appreciate what she has done for you over the years?&lt;br /&gt;think before you speak anything out from your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it hurts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you know?&lt;br /&gt;maybe you don't even realise or remember what you have said to me.&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you, people will get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;and don't wish to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;im like always giving in and not receiving.&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to receive anything from you but just you understanding me.&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't seems to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know whether if we will be like last time.&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna think about anything.&lt;br /&gt;i've got enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i miss zhenling so much.&lt;div 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signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-7169052998596140076</id><published>2008-01-19T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:45:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal me.</title><content type='html'>wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;i typed so much!&lt;br /&gt;got error.&lt;br /&gt;cb.&lt;br /&gt;whats the point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-7169052998596140076?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-4710510024606689318</id><published>2008-01-19T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T14:44:09.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heal me.</title><content type='html'>sad sad sad..&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad..&lt;br /&gt;everyone seems to be sad.&lt;br /&gt;boring life lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told raiyan, he made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;lols. haha.&lt;br /&gt;funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;still say he is very interesting and his life is full of excitement so thats why many people like to be his friend. just like nasir, always laughing when with him.&lt;br /&gt;GAY lah.&lt;br /&gt;where got people make friend with you when they feel being with you is unhappy? crazy.&lt;br /&gt;he sing chinese song and i save it.&lt;br /&gt;haha so funny.&lt;br /&gt;only this he can make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;teddy bear, your arms so softtttt. oh nono, is flabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out with xy later then go winnie house to have steamboat+bbq?&lt;br /&gt;they ask, what big day huh?&lt;br /&gt;no big day leh?&lt;br /&gt;ask winnie?&lt;br /&gt;its been almost 3 weeks i never met them.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;dont know whether still meeting doreen not.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess surely wun meet one?&lt;br /&gt;wo de zhi jue.&lt;br /&gt;dont know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i miss my friends alot.&lt;br /&gt;martina, beeti, janice,feli.tan lah. alot lah.&lt;br /&gt;i want hugs lahhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i want endless jokes to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;HAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, work was damn slack for me yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;but many people say so busy, worse than wedding.&lt;br /&gt;but for me, slack until dont know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday did they YU SHENG thing!&lt;br /&gt;lols but never say the CHENG-YU.&lt;br /&gt;oh, colleagues say once i start laughing, ITS HARD TO STOP.&lt;br /&gt;thats wat martin and diah say.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;and smelly feet makes me laughhh.&lt;br /&gt;it stinks like hell.&lt;br /&gt;not me nor my friends.&lt;br /&gt;its somebody's.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4710510024606689318?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4710510024606689318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4710510024606689318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4710510024606689318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4710510024606689318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/heal-me.html' title='heal me.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-41627994450438407</id><published>2008-01-17T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T22:25:13.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=(</title><content type='html'>today whole day i only ate one pau.&lt;br /&gt;dont have appeitite leh.&lt;br /&gt;hais.&lt;br /&gt;when i see food, like very turn off.&lt;br /&gt;when i smell oily stuff, makes me feel like puking.&lt;br /&gt;even my favourite bubble tea also dont feel like drinking.&lt;br /&gt;HAISSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont pretend.&lt;br /&gt;just talk to me like close friend, tell me anything, whatever you think of.&lt;br /&gt;really, just anything.&lt;br /&gt;even if it will affect me alot, let me know rather than i think alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i feel like im drifted apart from my close friends already.&lt;br /&gt;but friends, im not the way you think i am.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody please tag me when you read my blog leh!&lt;br /&gt;its so d.e.a.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i need a big big hug badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-41627994450438407?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-8489843412228825263</id><published>2008-01-10T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T15:50:23.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sad =..(</title><content type='html'>awww, so sad after reading a real story online.&lt;br /&gt;but all in chinese words.&lt;br /&gt;go read all her entries after the story.&lt;br /&gt;SO SAD. SO POOR THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wretch.cc/blog/tobe1127&amp;amp;article_id=8513347"&gt;http://www.wretch.cc/blog/tobe1127&amp;amp;article_id=8513347&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you will cry lah.&lt;br /&gt;i did cry. so sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;sunshine, faster come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8489843412228825263?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8489843412228825263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8489843412228825263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8489843412228825263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8489843412228825263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-sad.html' title='so sad =..('/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-713026958805781466</id><published>2008-01-09T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T20:29:52.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian lah.</title><content type='html'>school sucks!&lt;br /&gt;BORING LAH.!&lt;br /&gt;Both of them not in school. =(&lt;br /&gt;so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;faster come back lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;already waited for 9 days.&lt;br /&gt;just 6 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;quick quick!&lt;br /&gt;i miss sunshine so much!&lt;br /&gt;never sms me for 5 days!&lt;br /&gt;wah lao eh.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to call over but heard that there's no reception there so..forget it.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i should try lah hor?&lt;br /&gt;shall see how.&lt;br /&gt;if i call, hope she dun HELLO so fierce. dont like it lah, very turn off.&lt;br /&gt;lols.&lt;br /&gt;alright, bye lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-713026958805781466?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/713026958805781466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=713026958805781466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/713026958805781466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/713026958805781466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/sian-lah.html' title='sian lah.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-8441081697640222021</id><published>2008-01-02T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:53:45.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like privacy very much because you enjoy spending time with your own thoughts. You like to disappear when you cannot find solutions to your own problems, but you would feel better if you learned to share your thoughts with a person you trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho,go and try it out.&lt;br /&gt;continue doing.&lt;br /&gt;quite accurate lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8441081697640222021?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8441081697640222021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8441081697640222021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8441081697640222021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8441081697640222021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-view-on-yourself-other-people-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3928966913674650348</id><published>2007-12-15T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T00:56:00.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eeeeee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;You strive to maintain harmony in relationships, and usually succeed.Articulate and enthusiastic, you are good at making personal connections.Sometimes you idealize relationships too much - and end up being let down.You find the most energy and comfort in social situations ... where you shine.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are very protective and supporting.However, you do need to "feel special" - and it's quite easy for you to get jealous.&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are a natural leader. You can help people discover their greatest potential.You would make a good writer, human resources director, or psychologist. How you see yourself: Trusting, idealistic, and expressive&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Bossy, inappropriate, and loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;true anot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i find it quite true leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whatever lah, lazy to post. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3928966913674650348?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3928966913674650348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3928966913674650348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3928966913674650348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3928966913674650348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-are-enfj-giver-you-strive-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-898776327276361042</id><published>2007-11-15T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:30:41.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Sentosa`</title><content type='html'>Yes!&lt;br /&gt;im late for school today again! kns.&lt;br /&gt;share cab with juan, so $4 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs goh asked me, zihui ah, you come school on alternate days huh?&lt;br /&gt;No lah!~i only come alternate hours.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Overslept mah.&lt;br /&gt;Walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during break time, i finish my mee siam fast leh, not last one today.haha&lt;br /&gt;Assemble at foyer at 1pm and HERE WE COME SENTOSA!&lt;br /&gt;But juan sit at another bus cause our bus full liao.She alone,poor thing eh?&lt;br /&gt;Then reached there, the instructors gave us instructions then we class is divide into 2 groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEPPPP! START!&lt;br /&gt;Doreen went to merlion to get map,and 10 of us went to beach station and we saw there got map,like so waste her energy?&lt;br /&gt;Then met up, chiong ahhh to our 1st destination, Cafe Del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;So stupid but fun lah, when we found the person with a red towel, we have to ask" ARE YOU BISHAN?"&lt;br /&gt;YES?&lt;br /&gt;Then okay, we sing you a song alright?&lt;br /&gt;1..2..3..&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine my only sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when skies are grey,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know dear how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;So please don't take my sunshine away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think we are not singing lah,more like SHOUTINGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;For those who dont know how me and friends behave in school, alright LET ME TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WE SHOUT AT EACH OTHER, WE ARE JUST TALKING.THAT'S NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After singing then we will do the bonus part, then that instructor say:you guys have to act out something and ask the passerby to rate you.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, we decided to sing TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STARS.&lt;br /&gt;Juan saw this 2 guys so she asked them to help us but they are like so reluctant.So i went over and say hey we are just playing a game, just spare us like 1 minute and we will perform something then just rate us by saying we very good! easy lah.&lt;br /&gt;OKAY,ON!&lt;br /&gt;*SING..finish.&lt;br /&gt;Both of the guys clap hands sia, very PEI HE! GOOD GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head off to other places lah. running here and there.sweat like nobody business like that. FUN lah. like run more den 2.4km. haha, if every week we gonna do this, whoa! slim down, no overweight people in ite bishan. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYO, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;When we are at the cable car station there walking back to the beach station, theres this 2 indian man carrying a yellow BIG fat snake around his neck, THEN doreen, mich, lilian and some others jus touch the snake when they walk pass that man. i was like looking and scared lah! snake leh,eee yerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Then i very scared they come touch me when their hands, never wash somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Then that DOREEN and JUAN keep want JI SIAO me!&lt;br /&gt;Make me run and scream like a mad woman!&lt;br /&gt;Spoil my image!kns.&lt;br /&gt;Since when i care about my image?LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Then mich say, whoa if we do this to zihui on 2.4km run CONFIRM ZIHUI WILL PASS MAN!&lt;br /&gt;NABEIIII.but funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;i think back about how i run and scream is really quite funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh after all this fun shit, find that actually my class is united.&lt;br /&gt;good good.&lt;br /&gt;oh, today they say that when i laugh, my body shake alot.&lt;br /&gt;But its natural to me leh, i didnt make my body shake. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, beyonce say i look like a rat! RATTTTTTTTTTTT! PUIII. LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;THE RAT IN RAT-TA-TOO-EE.&lt;br /&gt;Then who's linguinie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah, i enjoyed my self tooodayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;And my uniform is full of sauces today when i go home.&lt;br /&gt;mayo,chilli,diet coke......&lt;br /&gt;very dirty lah.&lt;br /&gt;after i did my body scrub, HEAVEN!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-898776327276361042?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/898776327276361042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=898776327276361042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/898776327276361042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/898776327276361042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-sentosa_15.html' title='Welcome to Sentosa`'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1425296931714757498</id><published>2007-11-14T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:39:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to sentosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1425296931714757498?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1425296931714757498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1425296931714757498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1425296931714757498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1425296931714757498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/11/welcome-to-sentosa.html' title='welcome to sentosa'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5154368911475689389</id><published>2007-11-13T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:48:11.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOOHOHOH</title><content type='html'>HELLO, WHATS UP?&lt;br /&gt;HERE I COME TO UPDATE A LITTLE.&lt;br /&gt;AS IF LIKE GOT PEOPLE READ MY BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE HAVE LAH, ONCE IN A BLUE MOON?HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEN!!! KEN!! I KNOW WHATS THE DATE TODAY KAY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S 13 NOVEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;And i didnt know the last update is on national day!&lt;br /&gt;haha,im not a good singaporean eh?cos i dont remember the date of national day.&lt;br /&gt;omg, so touched lah that you got read my blog.*sob* lols,&lt;br /&gt;*so fake eh. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, what have i been doing nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;cant really remember but this few months i know that im either happy or not happy at all.&lt;br /&gt;Very alternate lah. dont like lah, i want to be happy everyday!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tang ku ku lah wee zi hui, you think you who?kns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,im waiting waiting waiting waiting but no answer.&lt;br /&gt;So what can i do about it?&lt;br /&gt;no life eh?i also think so.hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, saw TNB angry today,so scary.&lt;br /&gt;i did get a shock.&lt;br /&gt;went for hobby craft today, as usual BORING.&lt;br /&gt;lols, just wanna go get the attendence and just rot over there and get my cca points.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes yes, im late today again. ALWAYS, the same old me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,8 december is reaching.&lt;br /&gt;Michy,doreen and peini are going to thailand for 2 weeks to help he villagers to build a childcare centre.&lt;br /&gt;Me, juan and yihui will be stuck in class for 1 week cause they will be leaving earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So they on APPROVED LEAVE lor.&lt;br /&gt;TWO WEEKS LEH.&lt;br /&gt;im gonna miss her like crazy can?haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;class will be quiet, i can imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;2 noisy maker is gone. hais.&lt;br /&gt;then when they come back, its like 22 dec and im on holiday already.&lt;br /&gt;people ask me out hor.to chill to rot or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;lets exchange presents this year again, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO, Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;time to earn money and save it man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow my class and some other class will be going to sentosa for our so called"SW ?"&lt;br /&gt;We will be playing a game like amazing race?&lt;br /&gt;haha, like very fun leh!&lt;br /&gt;But sad thing, I'LL TURN DARKER doesn't matter whether if i put on sunblock or not.&lt;br /&gt;so might as well dont put.&lt;br /&gt;ohh i got a pimple now! SUPER PAIN LAH.big one somemore. =(&lt;br /&gt;One is right above my right side of my mouth and the other one is like inside the nose?&lt;br /&gt;Super pain! i wash my face like so hard like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i have notice that things can happen so fast that you dont even realise that its gonna happen. So lets treasure everyone everyday.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this enry should be quite long bah?&lt;br /&gt;so goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5154368911475689389?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5154368911475689389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5154368911475689389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5154368911475689389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5154368911475689389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/11/hoohohoh.html' title='HOOHOHOH'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5428696405346488423</id><published>2007-08-09T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:11:18.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay or not?</title><content type='html'>. seems to be okay?&lt;br /&gt;And.. is suffering.&lt;br /&gt;Its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;So many WHY.&lt;br /&gt;i want to ask WHY.&lt;br /&gt;whywhywhywhywhywhywhy.&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to say that?&lt;br /&gt;Why so sudden?&lt;br /&gt;..just can't take it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5428696405346488423?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5428696405346488423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5428696405346488423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5428696405346488423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5428696405346488423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-or-not.html' title='Okay or not?'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-3257147978765676850</id><published>2007-05-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:03:01.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIDER-MAN CAME TO ME.! LOLS</title><content type='html'>LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Today so surprise, yihui came to eat with us after school, and guess what we eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHICKEN RICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe you will think its normal, BUT! after knowing yihui for like 1 year plus, its my first time seeing her eat RICE! haha. Then after that headed back home with juan and sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny when we change to bus 135, cause juan look at me and say:&lt;br /&gt;SK: zihui, i think your blouse there got one black black thing?&lt;br /&gt;(i was like searching for it)&lt;br /&gt;Sharon: Ah!! is spider!&lt;br /&gt;(i was scared lah. DUH~~ then i tried to kick the spider away by using my finger, 1st time FAILED, 2nd time YEAH!)&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver: Shen me lai de? (what is that?) LAO SHU huh? (a rat is it?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: LOLS, is a erm, spider.&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver: HAIYO! SPIDER MAN LAI JAO NI LEH! (spiderman came to find you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOO LAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOLS. HHAHAHA. so lame right? when the bus driver thought is a rat in the bus! then sharon say if thats a rat then i will fly out of the window already! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, painting isnt fun at all, its VERY TIRING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SK AND SHARON! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ate dinner at my home then they headed home. haha. I'm tired now.&lt;br /&gt;So next time then update. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-3257147978765676850?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/3257147978765676850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=3257147978765676850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3257147978765676850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/3257147978765676850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/05/spider-man-came-to-me-lols.html' title='SPIDER-MAN CAME TO ME.! LOLS'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5415342706315678071</id><published>2007-05-21T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:49:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The camping pics.</title><content type='html'>Wendy sent me all this pics already, thanks man! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqdpAJ2rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DG_UQSCF02s/s1600-h/C11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066948113223768754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqdpAJ2rI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DG_UQSCF02s/s200/C11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqd5AJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/X4BfLxTrR-c/s1600-h/C14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066948117518736098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqd5AJ2uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/X4BfLxTrR-c/s200/C14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqQpAJ2nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wdn_hM_MbGQ/s1600-h/C7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066947889885469298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqQpAJ2nI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Wdn_hM_MbGQ/s200/C7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqQ5AJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3U-OmnEbuWc/s1600-h/C8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066947894180436610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RlFqQ5AJ2oI/AAAAAAAAAHU/3U-OmnEbuWc/s200/C8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-8657786810223392234</id><published>2007-05-20T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:57:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KNOW WHAT?</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A PHOBIA ON BEE HOON.&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;WHY? WHY? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST READ LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i woke up at 8+ in the morning cause i have slept for like 13 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while aorund 11am like that i went down to the wet market to help my mum to buy things and also my curry chicken ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;Came back and start peeling the potatoes skin and all that. then my mum step by step tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Then met wendy at my house downstairs, luckily i walk that way to the bus stop if not she will not be able to find me. Then she is scare of walk one way, and i was scare to walk that way she wanted, so we walk a big round. LOLS. Because the way she wanted to walk is got alottttttttt of cockroaches. i also got a big shock! its really..... OH MY GOD. Lols. Then we went to buy plastic bowls and drinks then we waited for ken the cab, SO LONG. lols. Then wendy wanna to pee but she tahan alll the wayy. after picking up winnie we head down to ECP lor, then found a spot behind the MAC, then we started to build the tent, ERM, its quite funny lah cause the sand is to hard then we already poke in the stand and everything then we in the end, each of us carry each side of the tent and then shift to another place. damn funny! BUT FUN! Then again, we dont know how to knock the thing so asked help from one auntie, she got her sercret weapon know? guess is what? its a BIG STONE! lols. to hammer then thing down the sand! lols. haha, we got no experience mah! After that we sat down and wait and wait, anyway, we did not bring torch light. then we realise that light is very IMPORTANT! lols. its very darkkkkkk. lols. Then we started to eat our food cause can't wait for xinyuana and kaixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ken - Dry mee siam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winnie - sandwiches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me - Curry chicken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wendy - Drinks and tibits&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then accompany wendy go help her find her rubber band then xy message come say on the way ask us to wait for her at the Mac.  ALAMAK. we waitttttttt sooooooo longggg. 7382036 years later. lols. Then she called saying she at mrt station! OMG! we was like wah lao eh. Then me and wendy went into Mac and we chatted abit. After that xy came we go back to the tent then after a while kaixin came. After eating all that, WE PLAYED THE DO-NOT-WASTE-FOOD GAME, POKER CARDS LAH. All of us HATEE THAT GAME because we haveeeeeeee alot offffffffff beehoon left and some sandwiches, so the loser have to eat a few mouth depends on how the person lose lah. We were SO FULL but no choice lah if we lose still have to force ourselves. if not the food will turn bad and we will be wasting the food. lols. so next time better bring lesser then bring more. lols ghahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while, ken's friend francis came then told us alot of ghost stories, DAMN SCARY! While listening my stomach is very pain lor. hahah cause i scared what! Then about 2 hours later, Ah may and Ah huat came. blahhhhh blahhhhh. They went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to chat abit then BOOM SLEEP! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;So sway, after 1 hour of sleep is like 5am then i wanna PEE!&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna wake them up so i went myself!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hair is not messy or whatever, ITS GOOD TO HAVE SHORT HAIR! lols.&lt;br /&gt;Nicer than after bathing out when the hair dry. lols.&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to sleep until 6+ 7am . Its so bright, and the birds are SO NOISY!&lt;br /&gt;So we faster wake up, keep the tent, CAB home. SLEEP AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENDY, WHEN U UPLOAD THE PIC SEND ME KAY? THANKS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-8657786810223392234?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/8657786810223392234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=8657786810223392234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8657786810223392234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/8657786810223392234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/05/know-what.html' title='KNOW WHAT?'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-7973956465469520713</id><published>2007-05-07T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:55:22.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S UP MAN?</title><content type='html'>NOTHING'S UP AND NOTHING'S DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, alright man, its been really long since i last updated lah.&lt;br /&gt;What have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAKE UP, SCHOOL, EAT, TALK, LAUGH, DO HOMEWORK, LATE FOR SCHOOL :D, GO HOME, WORK ON SOME SATURDAYS, GO OUT AND CHILL WITH MY DARLING FRIENDS, SING SONG ON ONE OF THE DAYS, TALKING ABOUT OUR CHILDHOOD, SELDOM SURF THE NET ALREADY, DOING PROJECT, STILL TRYING HARD TO KNOW MY CLASSMATES, ARGH! ANDDDD OF COURSEEE SLEEP LAH! MY FAVOURITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it i think?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as for today, went to school and ATTENDED assembly after for like how long? 3 weeks? haha cause i always late. Then after school, went to student hub to do homework and thn went to CCA hobby-craft, haha did the heart-shaped thing, no patience but christina is so nice to teach me slowly, THANK YOU ! HEE. Then after doing 2 of the hearts can go liao so went back to next dorr and faster finish up my homework for accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw a SMS from LI KAI XIN PRISCA  saying meet at city hall. So went there and met wendy, kaixin, winnie and ken-ken cuttlefish. Then we went to suntec the carrefour and walk around and saw tent! Then we say ken birthday we go camping and BBQ at ECP i suppose? haha, yay! so happy! i want to camp i want to camp. Then we so steady sia, say camping then okay lor then take the 6 man tent and go. Haha Cost only for $30, so each of us pay $6. Quite big but like abit cannot make it like that. Imagine like when the rain or big wind come then wahhhh so heavy the rain water then the top of the tent will "BOM CHAY" HAHA means like will flatten like that. hahaha but its quite cheap lah. Then after that some of them bought FBT shorts and and went around the carrefour looking for winnie's cuttlefish, the supermarket is big and is like quite hard to find lah? LOLS. After paying, wendy say xinyuan is coming but ken is going home. So we walk to marina square Carl's JR to wait for xinyuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH! DONT LIKE THE CARL'S JR people can? bad bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, its common for you to wait for your friends at there when they dont even have people eating their burgers and its not even peak hour or whatever? We sat there and the staffs keep coming near us and look at us like we ARE NOT SUPPOSE TO SIT THERE IF WE DONT BUY THEIR FOOD. But we are waiting for our friend what?! this shows that we are still their potential customers, you wouldnt know whether if we will eat there after our friend arrive right? Fuck, that's right. Then we continue waiting over there for like less than 15 minutes? And we have strange stares then suddenly there's one of these Carl's JR crew came over and ask" ARE YOU GUYS READY TO ORDER NOT?" then wendy replied to him "LATER" and he went away. Then after a little while more, the manager of whoever, came and stare at us and like trying to see if we are going to sit there for the sake of helping them to clean the seats or buy things from them. So i told them that the kept looking at us, so wendy went to buy a drink then nothing happens. WHATEVER LAH huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BAD OR GOOD CUSTOMER SERVICE? Maybe i had too much customer service lesson in school. haha. Then winnie wrote comment to them about their service. haha. Then i told kaixin about te question there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From the scale of 1 to 10 of your satisfaction" then all different kinds of questions lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then theres one question saying how do u find our service? then winnie tick 1 or 2, i cant remember. Then i told kaixin i will draw a box and indicate 0 and tick it. haha. LAME LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After xinyuan arrived, we went to food court and have our dinner and we actually talk ALOTTTTT OVER THERE. About many things. Childhood, our primary school lives..............................ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went toilet before going home we took some pictures but is in winnie's handphone, so i am gonna wait for her to upload. Then i told them to like can we wear our secondary school uniforms out and take pictures cause i dun really have pictures in secondary school uniform. HAHA then many crazy thoughts about we walk around then maybe some SAC ppl will think, EH OUR SCHOOL GOT THEM MEH? SOMEMORE SOME DYE HAIR, SHAVE HAIR. hahahaha then we even talk about we go back school and surrender ourselves, kaixin is the shave hair and then ask her to send herself back to RTC and ask the teacher for green form, call the parents..... Then also play prank on them saying AHHHHHHH GOT SPOT-CHECK! HIDE HANDPHONES! HAHAHA its really funny and i am really lazy to type out everything. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we will be looking for our uniforms at home and wear it out ON ONE FINE DAY! WOOOO HOOOOO. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, long enough? yes i think so. so BYE LAH. HEEE.&lt;br /&gt;Dont miss me! And please lah people, tag me leh. so pathetic, no one tag me.&lt;br /&gt;SADDENING SIA. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-7973956465469520713?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/7973956465469520713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=7973956465469520713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7973956465469520713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/7973956465469520713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/05/whats-up-man.html' title='WHAT&apos;S UP MAN?'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-933061647444395915</id><published>2007-04-24T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:06:43.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>For your info, my dog came back already!&lt;br /&gt;Lost for 26 hours and came back.&lt;br /&gt;Very smelly. lols but glad that he's back.&lt;br /&gt;He ran from the lift direction to the door which means "someone" brought him back but never show us their face. And my dad was thinking that someone is playing a prank on us. Then he say my dog got cry, cause the eyes very tired and watery then i look, really lor. haha, when he saw us he was soooooo happy, so are we. Then i keep asking my dog, you dont know how to come back meh? walk for 8 years already cannot remember the road back meh? why so stupid? if people carry u back then u run lah, run fast fast come back, you dont know how meh? aiyo the person keep you so cruel, never give you eat ah! (because we gave him a big plate of rice with meat he very fast finish it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, woke up late today and so i never go school lor. cause today aldo end very late, so sian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-933061647444395915?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/933061647444395915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=933061647444395915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/933061647444395915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/933061647444395915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-1956678507419717305</id><published>2007-04-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:05:43.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAD.</title><content type='html'>Okay, not only one bad thing happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Ric-1xV0KZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VM04srHFghs/s1600-h/30-11-05_1327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055078200245496210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Ric-1xV0KZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VM04srHFghs/s200/30-11-05_1327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DOG, AH BOY IS LOST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIS SO SAD.&lt;br /&gt;We cant find him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a call from my father after i bathe out around 9.50pm like that saying that my dog is lost and he can't find him. Then i went down to find, followed by my brother. But we ind for like from 10-11+pm still dont have, then came back home to eat a little then went down again and find with yizhi accompany me and my bro also got go down find. BUT STILL CAN'T FIND! VERY SAD!~ I didn't even sayang him yesterday! hais, many thoughts running through my mind, whether if he is adopted by a good family, knock down by car, kena bullied by some small kids (like those horse riding), scare he hungry and cold when raining, scare he cry. hais i miss my dog!! yesterday don't really have appetite to eat but too hungry lah so force myself to eat. Sooooooo sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school, sok kuan also came to my house and then we went to find him again! STILL CANT FIND! HAISSS. AHHHH BOYYY WHERE ARE YOU? COME BACK COME BACK! WHY DONT KNOW HOW TO WALK BACK YOURSELF? YOU HAVE BEEN WALKING FOR LIKE 8 YEARS ALREADY!! WHY DONT RECOGNISE THE WAY HOME?!?! Dont know whether if he eat already not, thirsty anot. hais very sad but choose not to keep thinking about it. whatever it is, if someone adopted it, please return to us!!! i am going to do the notice tomorrow. FASTER COME BACK LAH AH BOY!! WE FEEL SO WEIRD WITHOUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanna thank yizhi and sokkuan for accompany me to find my dog. THANKS MAN! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna work this saturday 12pm. but time to return money. hee. thats it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1956678507419717305?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1956678507419717305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1956678507419717305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1956678507419717305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1956678507419717305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/04/sad.html' title='SAD.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/Ric-1xV0KZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/VM04srHFghs/s72-c/30-11-05_1327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-1498730092402562056</id><published>2007-04-18T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T16:39:17.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTI-INDIANS.</title><content type='html'>CHEE BYE, SO ANGRY!&lt;br /&gt;FUCK THOSE INDIAN MAN/BOY, THEY ARE NEVER GOOD! CHEEBYE.&lt;br /&gt;IM JUST GONNA TYPE THIS ENTRY IN CAPS, I AM SO DAMN BLOODY ANGRY LAH. KANINABEICHAOCHEEBYE. CURSE YOUR LANJIAO DROP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, THIS IS WAS HAPPENED TO ME TODAY 18 APRIL, 3.40PM AND I WAS ON MY WAY HOME AFTER ALIGHTING FROM THE BUS, THEN I SAW THIS INDIAN BOY WEAR A GREEN PE SHIRT AND A SCHOOL SHORT SITTING WITH THOSE AH PEK NORMALLY HANG OUT PLACE, AND I FIND IT SO WEIRD SO I CANT BE BOTHERED, SO I WALK BACK HOME, THEN WHEN REACH MY HOUSE DOWNSTAIRS THE SHELTER, HE SUDDENLY SQUEEZE AND TOUCH MY BACKSIDE AND WHNI FASTER TURN BEHIDE I SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY VOICE AND HE RAN AWAY SO FAST! I WAS SO SHOCK AND ANGRY AT THAT POINT OF TIME SO I JUST STAND THERE STARING SO ANGRILY!!  THEN I FASTER WENT BACK HOME AND I TOLD MY FATHER ABOUT IT AND I SAY I AM GOING TO CHANGE INTO SHORTS NOW AND GO DOWN FIND THAT BOY! MY FATHER SAID HE IS FOLLOWING ME AND OF COURSE ASKED ME SOME THINGS , I BROUGHT ALONG MY UMBRELLA IN CASE HE DID ANY DANGEROUS THING TO ME IF I FOUND HIM, AND I WAS SO FUCKING ANGRY AND I TOLD MY FATHER I AM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE DOWN AND HIS PARENTS AND MY FATHER SAY HE STILL VERY SMALL, NO NEED TO CALL POLICE LAH, HE WILL SLAP HIM 3 OR 4 TIMES.  BUT I SAID THIS KIND OF THING CANNOT ONE LOR, HE SMALL ALREADY LIKE THAT, IF DONT DO ANY ACTION WHEN HE GROW UP WILL BE EVEN WORSEEEEEEE! CHEE BYE. BUT I CANT FIND HIM AT MY HOUSE AREA HERE. ASSHOLE. I AM STILL VERY ANGRY!!!!!!!!!!!! I SUSPECT HE IS ALSO THE ONE WHO TOUCH MY BUTT WHEN I AM IN THE LIFT THE OTHER TIME! ALONE! FUCK IT! HATE INDIANS! I AM SO GONNA BE A RACIST FROM TODAY ONWARDS. NAAAAAAAA BEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS LOOKS ARE SO AVERAGE THAT ITS HARD TO REMEMBER HIS FACE!&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HE WATCH TOOOOOOO MUCH PORN!!&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, INDIANS MAN ARE ALWAYS THE ONE DOING THIS KIND OF THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU DONT REMEMBER, LET ME TELL YOU.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN THERE IS A FESTIVE SEASON LIKE CHRISTMAS OR COUNT DOWN THING THEY WILL REJOICE CAUSE ITS FREE LUNCH FOR THEM WITHOUT PAYING. COUNT DOWN IS SO CROWDED WHEREBY THEY GO AROUND MOLESTING PEOPLE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 COUNT DOWN AT ORCHARD ROAD, THE POLICE CAUGHT A FEW INDIANS TOUCHING GIRLS! FUCK IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THEY WANNA DO THIS KIND OF THING GO FIND CHICKEN OR WHAT LAH! IF THEY CANT AFFORD IT THEN TOUCH THEIR OWN BODY LAH. WHY GO AROUND TOUCHING GIRLS! CHEEEEE BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ONLY SAYING INDIANS, IT ALSO INVOLVE ALL RACES.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHEN IT COMES TO A SINGAPOREAN MIND, ITS EITHER MALAY OR INDIANS BUT MAJORITY IS INDIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE A MALAY OR INDIAN READING THIS, AND FELT OFFENDED OR WHAT, THATS YOUR PROBLEM. BLAME IT ON YOUR RACE PEOPLE. I AM REFERING TO "MALES" NOT FEMALES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-1498730092402562056?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/1498730092402562056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=1498730092402562056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1498730092402562056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/1498730092402562056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/04/anti-indians.html' title='ANTI-INDIANS.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4614305585718479861</id><published>2007-04-08T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T18:55:04.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seven days more to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6 April-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to xinyuan house with winnie cause xinyuan need winnie's help cause her laptop can't connect. But then hor, when i'm already at paya lebar waiting for winnie i call xinyuan then she say her laptop suddenly can CONNECT and she is damn happy about it! Then i was like, ermmm.. haha then we go your house for what? then she say come lah then we cook watch show. So when winnie reach already then i told her, xinyuan's laptop okay liao and she is damn happy about it! hahah then winnie wah lau, si xinyuan, should tell me earlier what! make me bring my laptop so heavy! hahaha, so when we rech pasir ris we went NTUC to buy food to cook. POT-LUCK! lols. So When we reach xinyuan house, guess what? she is eating a packet of rice........ LOLS. dots lah, then she say she still eat. Anyway thats for dinner. haha. Then went to her room then winnie tried to connect her laptop but xinyuan dont have wireless then also cant connect other people ones. So she start saying, haiyo xinyuan, never tell me your house is modem, now cant even use. haha then xinyuan say she dunno mah, she only know her laptop must plug something in. lols. haha quite funny lah. then xinyuan intro us some games. We was like ERMM.... lols. haahahhaha. so funny. Then i ask xinyuan, oh so this is how you spent your everyday at home lah? playing all this kind of games. lols. She think is fun but both of us dont think so. haha. then she ask us whether want to watch the L word. then i say wah lao, you like everytime ask people to watch L word hor? that time chalet also ask me watch, then i watch you go and forward to the ahem part, so sick! lols haha then i told them about the rainie yang acted a lesbian show call spider-lilies. Then we went youtube to watch the trailer all that. But heard from sharon that singapore is not airing. hais. hope it will lah, cause i wanna watch. Rainie inside got dance a so called dirty dance and i dont think it really suits her lah with her cute image. yup and many more. After watching and playing games we decided to cook! We only used 1 hour to cook 3 dishes+ 1 soup. But too bad never take a pic of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 3 dishes + 1 soup are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;French beans stirfry with golden mushrooms and sliced fishballs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Egg with tomato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clams with garlic and soy sauce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fishball,pork ball and corn soup.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha, feel like eating anot? its NICE OKAY! haha its the 3 of us cooked it! Anyway, the french beans and egg tasted just nice but hor the clams is veryyyyyyyy SALTY! haha cause i pour too much soy sauce, but its nice to eat with rice. Then the soup hor is very PEPPERISH! Xinyuan put alot of pepper then asked us to try how was it, then i look at her and say JUST TASTE LIKE PEPPER LOR. lols hahaha! so funny. Fun man. And you guess how much we spend on all this food with cocktail cann and a bottle of peach tea? guess guess guess, i think its much much cheaper than eating outside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS $11.60. &lt;/strong&gt;Which means one person only pay $4. haha and it make you sooooo fulll. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After eating we watched a bit of show and then went back to her room. winnie and her played games and i just looked at them. haha. Then went home at 1130pm. shared cab with winnie but she pay more cause i dun have money! lols. She pay $8 and i pay $6.50. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As for today, i rot at home again! nothing new lah, have been rotting at home for this holiday. haha and did not earn much money. lols only went to work once. the today i have been a very good girl, i cook, sweep and mop the floor. hahaha. all by my own. No one asked me to do it. Felt so satisfied when the floor is so clean. hahaha, yup i only left with 7 more days to enjoy my holiday! higher nitec starting on 16 april. Oh this semester GPA i scored 3.468. Lousier than my previous GPA. haha But heck lah, its over. When school starts, everything will be new and i MUST BE A NEW PERSON AS WELL, meaning I MUST GO SCHOOL EVERYDAY ON TIME! I am determined to study hard for higher nitec, i must! Alright, gonna stop here, its a long entry i think. Anyway i think no one comes my blog and read anymore. lols tag me leh if you are reading. thanks and bye. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4614305585718479861?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4614305585718479861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4614305585718479861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4614305585718479861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4614305585718479861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/04/seven-days-more-to-go.html' title='seven days more to go.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-350573560197163422</id><published>2007-03-31T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T15:19:37.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quite Funny.</title><content type='html'>Haha, you know this is quite funny to me, on wednesday night i was having my supper, i always had a habit of eating porriagde with dark soy sauce so i mix it finish then my mum was talking to me then suddenly she take a table cloth and wipe my leg! (actually that was my BLUE-BLACK and the size is about 5 cents coin like that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i look at her and say,&lt;br /&gt;Me: eh, what you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (in some dialect) Li kor is orh ceh, hm si orh tao you!!! Which means, this is my blue-black not dark soy sauce~!&lt;br /&gt;BOTH OF US KEEP LAUGHING AND LAUGHING! hahaha. when she stops i also havent finish laughing!. FUNNY HOR!!! you never laugh, i laugh myself! HAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another funny thing i wanna post but i FORGOT LAH. HAIYO.&lt;br /&gt;I have been rotting at home until GONG GONG!&lt;br /&gt;No work, no income, no fun which means no money nothing can be done.&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon! Sian have to make new friends, i hope i will be in the same class as my friends who too accounting, anyway they also wish so! lols . Dont know when can check my results online leh. anyway i wanna take japanese when school reopens. hais, i must wake up for school everyday ah! i must i must! but i am sure i sure will pontang school! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-350573560197163422?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/350573560197163422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=350573560197163422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/350573560197163422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/350573560197163422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/quite-funny.html' title='Quite Funny.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-4027038285253503188</id><published>2007-03-28T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:21:35.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;23-24 March.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with winnie, jasmine and xinyuan at winnie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Played SOME LAME GAMES! Then so sway to partner with xinyuan cause will lose! hahaha then we have to do forfeit by carrying the winner on our back for 10 seconds~ some is do push-up and sit-up in the water. haha then after that we wear our t-shirt and walk back to winnie another house! we never bathe cause we going back to her another house to bathe! haha so funny, we are sooooo WET! Somemore my hair is DAMN MESSY! lols, nevermind lah used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, we went to eat at ASTON'S, we must Q up for quite long , the food is quite tasty and its cheap lah, like those western you always eat at hawker. yup, then we went to cold storage cause winnie want to buy the dont know what for baking lah, then she asked me to stay over at her house so tomorrow we can bake together with her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end i stayed at her house lor, the next day she woke up so early! and say her mum asked her to accompany her to buy things so she ask me whether i wanna tag along or continue sleeping, of course i say CONTINUE SLEEPING! so tired leh, then i slept for another 2 hours and she came back. I had a nightmare lah, quite scary but she came back so i wake up! HENG AH! So i bathe all that and went down to help abit with the baking, her mum do the banana muffins and durian puff! WAH so nice! lols. I played the computer for a while and its already 6+pm so i went home. Went home so hungry and tired, after eating i watched the tv half way i fall asleep with the tv on, no one is at home! if i am not wrong i slept at 9 till the next day 12+ noon, haha PIG !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 March.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to ITE bishan with sok kuan to pay school fees for our higher nitec and accompany her to buy uniform. Saw tingyi friend, Qiuyi asked her what course she is taking, same as me!&lt;br /&gt;Accounting, haha so can see her again when school starts. After trying the uniform we went to the canteen to get a drink! AIYO, only dont know how many days school closed, the chairs and tables areeee SOO DIRTTY.! Cant blame lah, the chairs and tables dont have our BUTTS to help them polish! hahaha. So after that both of us are so lazy to walk back to bishan, anyway there is nothing to eat or shop there so i suggest that we should go Changi Airport since there is a straight bus there from the school bus stop. Reached there and WE WANTED TO EAT QIU LIAN BAN MIAN butttttttt so sway, closed down for UPGRADING! HAIYO! then nevermind lor we went to eat POPEYES, YUM YUM! After that went cold storage to buy some things then she went to meet her friends at hawker centre while i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULLSTOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-4027038285253503188?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/4027038285253503188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=4027038285253503188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4027038285253503188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/4027038285253503188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/dots.html' title='dots.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-6828829305028223842</id><published>2007-03-18T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:05:03.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REN CI CHARITY SHOW.</title><content type='html'>Felt so emotional just now when i watch The Ren Ci Charity Show.&lt;br /&gt;The short clips of how the patients live and how they felt really make us feel so lucky, to have a healthy body and family members around us. It does't matter whether if you are poor now if you have a healthy body. Money can be earn and life still goes on. The MingYi Fa Shi is so noble, he does all those things for the patients because he knows that the patients need him. The world is practical, everyone knows that. No money there's nothing will be done. While watching the show, i felt so touched, sad and angry at the same time because the number of calls is really jumping very slow and the calls are little compared to the previous few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY? WHY DO I FELT ANGRY? &lt;/strong&gt;The stars tried their very best to convince people to call because the number of calls are really jumping so slow and yet they cant do anything but to keep convincing us to call the hotline. Many people may have to mind set of the charity show is cheating money because of the NKF. Yes, i am angry towards the NKF that "MAN", using the people's hard-earned money and use for his own uses which is i dont know where the money goes lah cause i don't read the papers. He made people lost their confidence and change people mind-set. SO ANGRYYYY LAHHH!! WAH LAO EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i am given three wishes to be granted, i wish:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be rich so i can help the ones that needed help.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To be SOO smart so i can help them by becoming a doctor, lawyer and to read the people's mind.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To let everyone to have a healthy body and world peace of course ( im not trying to act okay!?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;So let me ask you, what if you were given 3 wishes to be granted and what are they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FULLSTOP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6828829305028223842?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6828829305028223842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6828829305028223842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6828829305028223842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6828829305028223842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/ren-ci-charity-show.html' title='THE REN CI CHARITY SHOW.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-5895219259511898216</id><published>2007-03-12T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:27:01.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS TWIST AGAIN, LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER. YEAAHH~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;LETS ALL SING SING THE SHREK SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LETS TWIST AGAIN LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER, YEEAAAHHH~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LETS TWIST AGAIN, TWISTING TIME IS HEREEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, why sing this song?&lt;br /&gt;Cause yesterday i was on my way to meet sokkuan at chinatown, then at little india there is 4 ANG-MOHS board the train then only 3 of them get to sit down. Anyway i was standing up lah, then the only ang-moh that never sit down is back facing me. So i just continue to listen to my songs. THEN when the next stop there are quite alot of people get down the train, so he went to sit beside his friend.&lt;strong&gt; GUESS WHAT? YOU GUESS LAH&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i looked at him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HE LOOKED LIKE SHREK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfV_LHMhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m42e8Pohkv0/s1600-h/3312223264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041075186798007026" style="WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="142" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfV_LHMhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m42e8Pohkv0/s200/3312223264.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY GODDDDDDDD....! LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;I cant stand it! i wanted to laugh but i cant, so i hold back and try not to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;Actually i wanted to take a picture of him, but when my phone is taking a picture it will "CHEEEE-KIIIII!" LOLS. So i never lor, somemore i am ALONE! lols. And its very obvious if i am taking him. lols. hais, abit wasted right? actually wanted to share with you guys the pic, TOO BAD LAHH. I think i am quite rude hor to laugh at him. haha but funny leh. anyway shrek is sooo cute in the cartoon, haha maybe next time someone need a human shrek, they should try to find him and paint his face &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to bugis to have seoul garden with sharon and geokfong.&lt;br /&gt;While we were eating, theres a ang-moh and a japanese guy in their middle age i think? sitting beside our table. They came and sit for QUITE LONG thinking that they will be served with food. lols. but soon the ang-moh said to his jap friend that maybe they should help themselves. lols. So they went to take the plates at one of the station which is very SMALL lols. And went to take their food, so me and sharon was like: should we tell them where to take the plates? then sharon suddenly tell them: EXCUSE ME?!you can take the plates at the _______. Then the ang-moh reply: DID WE TAKE THE WRONG PLATES? then me and sharon LAUGHH. lols. So after we taken our food, we went back to our seats and guess what? The ang-moh put the yong tau foo THE TOFU TO BARBERQUE! LMAO!! i keep laughing! its really very funny, not only that he also took the SZE CHUAN VEG TO BBQ, PLAIN RICE TO BBQ. GOODNESS damn funny! lols. He knew both of us are laughing at both of them then suddenly when sharon looked at them he asked her: Is there anythin wrong with the soup? cause he put some weird things into it, and i replied to him its weird. lols. then he asked sharon if she wants some? haha. we laughhh again. lols. There so many times we keep looking at their food, then one time the ang-moh say to his jap friend that he think sharon likes him(jap guy) lols then we laugh and laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one time i dont know what happen lah, but i told sharon maybe he is talking something bad about us in japanese. then i told sharon NEVERMIND we also can talk bad about them in chinese! lols. hahah then i also asked sharon, what if they know chinesE? lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya not funny is it? nevermind cause this kind of thing must be there and see ad you will know. okay lah! tomorrow i will post my classmates pictures! lotsa it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-5895219259511898216?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/5895219259511898216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=5895219259511898216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5895219259511898216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/5895219259511898216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/lets-twist-again-like-we-did-last.html' title='LETS TWIST AGAIN, LIKE WE DID LAST SUMMER. YEAAHH~'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfV_LHMhkvI/AAAAAAAAAGI/m42e8Pohkv0/s72-c/3312223264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-2596876351179366301</id><published>2007-03-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:17:48.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating their birthdays at kushin-bo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK2unMhkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K1rdF2YgyPU/s1600-h/FSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040291844892758754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK2unMhkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K1rdF2YgyPU/s200/FSCN0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-3MhkhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V6QuMtASM0U/s1600-h/DSCN0940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288825530749458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-3MhkhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V6QuMtASM0U/s200/DSCN0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-3MhkgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PnvNxQl1vSo/s1600-h/DSCN0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288825530749442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-3MhkgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PnvNxQl1vSo/s200/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-nMhkfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rfzZeLN764/s1600-h/DSCN0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288821235782130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz-nMhkfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7rfzZeLN764/s200/DSCN0938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1sXMhkqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/MBi21nYdkUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytXMhkdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pdmn9dHc9Yo/s1600-h/DSCN0935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040287425371410898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytXMhkdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pdmn9dHc9Yo/s200/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkcI/AAAAAAAAADw/E_RU1z7B8FE/s1600-h/DSCN0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040287421076443586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkcI/AAAAAAAAADw/E_RU1z7B8FE/s200/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1HMhkWI/AAAAAAAAADA/N5xIOkiTc5w/s1600-h/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040286459003769186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1HMhkWI/AAAAAAAAADA/N5xIOkiTc5w/s200/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1HMhkXI/AAAAAAAAADI/V2_sW-DqNuU/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040286459003769202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1HMhkXI/AAAAAAAAADI/V2_sW-DqNuU/s200/DSCN0929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1XMhkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/e5DiUOVkOSY/s1600-h/DSCN0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040286463298736514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx1XMhkYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/e5DiUOVkOSY/s200/DSCN0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytXMhkeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6KPK-UBMcws/s1600-h/DSCN0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040287425371410914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytXMhkeI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6KPK-UBMcws/s200/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you imagine xinyuan saying to wendy&lt;br /&gt;:"WENDY! dont make my hair lahhh!!" LOLS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxnMhkPI/AAAAAAAAACI/J0Z6OMJWSkk/s1600-h/DSCN0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284199850971378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxnMhkPI/AAAAAAAAACI/J0Z6OMJWSkk/s200/DSCN0921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkOI/AAAAAAAAACA/D25XmxubAPA/s1600-h/DSCN0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284195556004066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkOI/AAAAAAAAACA/D25XmxubAPA/s200/DSCN0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDXMhkQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OGvZo7M9PdA/s1600-h/DSCN0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284504793649410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDXMhkQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OGvZo7M9PdA/s200/DSCN0922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDXMhkRI/AAAAAAAAACY/C9Rcp3h86Us/s1600-h/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284504793649426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDXMhkRI/AAAAAAAAACY/C9Rcp3h86Us/s200/DSCN0923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3..2..1..! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK. CLICK! The birthday girls~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxHMhkLI/AAAAAAAAABo/OBC8w03o0MA/s1600-h/DSCN0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284191261036722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxHMhkLI/AAAAAAAAABo/OBC8w03o0MA/s200/DSCN0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkMI/AAAAAAAAABw/WDzEhrAzqec/s1600-h/DSCN0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284195556004034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkMI/AAAAAAAAABw/WDzEhrAzqec/s200/DSCN0917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come come come, help us take photo! Say cheese! CHEESE..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkbI/AAAAAAAAADo/KIw-tTgs4JY/s1600-h/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040287421076443570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkbI/AAAAAAAAADo/KIw-tTgs4JY/s200/DSCN0933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Id8cFUjSfN0/s1600-h/DSCN0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040287421076443554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKytHMhkaI/AAAAAAAAADg/Id8cFUjSfN0/s200/DSCN0932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smile! EEEE YER!!!! Why got ghost head? LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkSI/AAAAAAAAACg/ipOC6L9PAwE/s1600-h/DSCN0924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284509088616738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkSI/AAAAAAAAACg/ipOC6L9PAwE/s200/DSCN0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkTI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ig8cdtlLFc/s1600-h/DSCN0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284509088616754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkTI/AAAAAAAAACo/9ig8cdtlLFc/s200/DSCN0925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winnie and langping, trying to act like ZHAO CAI MAO? LOLS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xW-O4rZCcAc/s1600-h/DSCN0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284195556004050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKvxXMhkNI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xW-O4rZCcAc/s200/DSCN0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkUI/AAAAAAAAACw/fnm7lYnjfb0/s1600-h/DSCN0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040284509088616770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKwDnMhkUI/AAAAAAAAACw/fnm7lYnjfb0/s200/DSCN0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx03MhkVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fIpXCzz26IQ/s1600-h/DSCN0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040286454708801874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKx03MhkVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fIpXCzz26IQ/s200/DSCN0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz_HMhkiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eyhycvCmdvE/s1600-h/DSCN0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288829825716770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz_HMhkiI/AAAAAAAAAEg/eyhycvCmdvE/s200/DSCN0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HMMMM, YUM YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz_HMhkjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DdHJyI1egzY/s1600-h/DSCN0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040288829825716786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfKz_HMhkjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DdHJyI1egzY/s200/DSCN0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhkkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wZfAbUJL8TA/s1600-h/DSCN0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290148380676674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhkkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/wZfAbUJL8TA/s200/DSCN0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhklI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZO-tUZTJRPY/s1600-h/DSCN0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290148380676690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhklI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZO-tUZTJRPY/s200/DSCN0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1MHMhkoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MzNfHRooG58/s1600-h/DSCN0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290152675644034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1MHMhkoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/MzNfHRooG58/s200/DSCN0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1sXMhkpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QU1js0DD7Qw/s1600-h/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290706726425234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1sXMhkpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QU1js0DD7Qw/s200/DSCN0951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhkmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4NPxDPi6Zrs/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhkmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4NPxDPi6Zrs/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290148380676706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1L3MhkmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4NPxDPi6Zrs/s200/DSCN0947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1MHMhknI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zHZxTHesv_0/s1600-h/DSCN0949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290152675644018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1MHMhknI/AAAAAAAAAFI/zHZxTHesv_0/s200/DSCN0949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1snMhksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vcZm3w2u2iw/s1600-h/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290711021392578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1snMhksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vcZm3w2u2iw/s200/DSCN0954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cannot make it! too funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1snMhkrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/V7s9q2KdX_8/s1600-h/DSCN0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290711021392562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1snMhkrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/V7s9q2KdX_8/s200/DSCN0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1s3MhktI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6hK322YNzQo/s1600-h/DSCN0955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040290715316359890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1s3MhktI/AAAAAAAAAF4/6hK322YNzQo/s200/DSCN0955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! CAMERA OKAY? EVERYTHING OKAY? OKAYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 1 FAILLL..&lt;br /&gt;TAKE 2.. FINALLY.! ( its fake one lah. lols.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, all of us went back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause some have school and work tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had alot of fun that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, wendy if you are reading this, just wanna say sorry to you. I know you are angry with me on that day. DONT ANGRY KAY! heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i am finding now skin for my blog. All those skin that i like is always so small in the screen!! i want big one! alright, i shall wait for sok kuan to send me some new pic from her hp then i will upload again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lazy to type lah, thats why i post all the photos up, and let the photos do the talking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall stop here. I havent study for my exams on this coming wednesday and thursday! HAIYO.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK1snMhksI/AAAAAAAAAFw/vcZm3w2u2iw/s1600-h/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2596876351179366301?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2596876351179366301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2596876351179366301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2596876351179366301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2596876351179366301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/celebrating-their-birthdays-at-kushin.html' title='Celebrating their birthdays at kushin-bo.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/RfK2unMhkuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/K1rdF2YgyPU/s72-c/FSCN0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-6497536031150080755</id><published>2007-03-06T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T15:55:09.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAZY LAH.</title><content type='html'>Yes, i'm lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;But i force myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Today is winnie's 20th birthday so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WINNIE! =)&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out to celebrate with them tomorrow at fishing boat. yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final exams are coming, next thursday and friday then graduate liao!&lt;br /&gt;Last friday went to 85 market to have dinner with winnie, we talk alot man.&lt;br /&gt;While eating we saw kelly, haha then chat a little then she went off.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, after eating we went to 7-eleven, then that winnie is mad one lor!&lt;br /&gt;She keep singing: AH BA AH BA AH BA, AH CHOR AH CHOR AH CHOR, AH BA CHOR MEE!!&lt;br /&gt;So funny lah, then both of us mad already, we keep singing then somemore do action! lols.&lt;br /&gt;Then we record ourselves doing all this in bus 14! And we laugh damn loud! MADNESS BUT FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work on saturday, it was so boring cause its buffet.&lt;br /&gt;After that function have to clear up the buffet line, then we clear all the food but i keep taking care of the KUEH-LAPIS ! Cause i wanna eat what! So hungry can? Then went to kitchen and eat with yizhi and some people also eat lah. erm, NOT NICE AT ALL! Yucks. so different from the ones i eat. lols. Cause its soooo DRY! lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, we all decided to go have dinner together at parkway.&lt;br /&gt;So waited for some of them to finish work cause me, yizhi, diah and martin finish work 45 minutes earlier. So went to parkway but it was raining! Then ken say how? raining leh, how to go over? unless the best we go roxy canteen eat steamboat! then i say WAH LAO EH, YOU SIAO AH! lols. Then in the end we walk over the shelter brigde. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still we have to run under the rain right to parkway. So when they say eh can cross liao green man! then i CHIONG AHHHHHHH. LOLS. so fun! lols then later yizhi say to me, wah you run very fast leh! you run already i still there leh! lols hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;So we went banquet to have our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;After that me, yizhi, diah,martin and raiyan decided to walk around parkway while the rest went home and SLEEP. lols.&lt;br /&gt;So one funny thing happened at harvey norman.&lt;br /&gt;Raiyan went to like catch some mist from one thing that they sell, i dont know what is that called lah. then he open up his hands but the mist is not there then he went back there and try to get again then i keep asking him, YOU KNOW WHAT IS THAT ANOT? then i went near that thing and feel the mist then i EH NOT STEAM AH? lols. so sia sway! then he and yizhi keep laughing at me and repeat what i say! lols. cause i thought is those steam that some woman use it for their face dont know for what. lols. wahha so funny, then we keep laughing lor. Then the 5 of us are like idiots in the harvey norman. lols raiyan is one of the funny ones. lols. Say that if the juice maker dont have the container ah then you just put your mouth there and drink. lols hahah so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then diah and martin went back first then 3 of us went to have ice cream and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;oh, on that saturday was Fendi last day. Quite sad lah, the way he say byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my primary 1 and 3 photo, so funny and ugly. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Re0cfB9COXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RJDd4J1Wu9k/s1600-h/11-12-06_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038714877523409266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Re0cfB9COXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RJDd4J1Wu9k/s200/11-12-06_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Re0cfR9COYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_mJebHrf45I/s1600-h/11-12-06_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038714881818376578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Re0cfR9COYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/_mJebHrf45I/s200/11-12-06_2335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6497536031150080755?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6497536031150080755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6497536031150080755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6497536031150080755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6497536031150080755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-lah.html' title='LAZY LAH.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/Re0cfB9COXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RJDd4J1Wu9k/s72-c/11-12-06_2334.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-6581112239034348389</id><published>2007-03-02T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T14:56:13.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonding.</title><content type='html'>Today after SW, we have a class bonding thing.&lt;br /&gt;We have to share what we have experience/thoughts with our classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have to share lah.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, after hearing some of the thoughts, i felt quite sad cause all of us are going separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;Not all is going to higher nitec.&lt;br /&gt;I guess i am going to miss all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-6581112239034348389?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/6581112239034348389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=6581112239034348389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6581112239034348389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/6581112239034348389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/03/bonding.html' title='Bonding.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-666410175188059531</id><published>2007-02-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:48:30.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Skin At Any Age.</title><content type='html'>As you get older, you change inside and out. There are great ways to keep your skin looking fresh and vibrant, no matter what age you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Your 20’s: Skin cell renewal drops by up to 28%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Avoid the mid-day sun, and always use skin protection.&lt;br /&gt;***- If you’re a smoker, now is a good time to quit. Your skins renewal process is starting to slow down, and smoking not only causes fine lines around your mouth but it also has a premature aging effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Your 30’s: Environmental damage and the effects of pollution begin to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- In addition to your daily skincare regimen, make sure you try to exfoliate at least two or three times a week. - Limit your alcohol consumption, and drink plenty of water to keep your skin hydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Your 40’s: You skin loses its elasticity, and wrinkles and lines start to form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Use creams that contain Jojoba or Rose oil to remove dead skin cells.&lt;br /&gt;- Use natural skin care products so you’re not introducing unnecessary toxins into your system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Posted by The Tyra Banks Show on December 6, 2006 07:19 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-666410175188059531?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/666410175188059531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=666410175188059531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/666410175188059531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/666410175188059531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/02/great-skin-at-any-age.html' title='Great Skin At Any Age.'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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-28366681.post-2871963506328119027</id><published>2007-02-18T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:05:30.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ta-dahhhhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hey i'm back! lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internet okay already. heez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR AH! ANG POW YI GE LAI. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm been busy with work and school. nothing special lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only that there is a time whereby i work on this buffet thing, what appreciation dinner lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each person was given 2 tables to take care of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever i am looking for something, i cant really see/hear what other people say to me UNLESS you call out my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while i was looking for any empty plates, and they are having games session and they need the guests to write dont know what and then run to the stage and pass the paper, see who is the first&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; ( ya right, KIASU i suppose?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then while looking lookingggggggg, suddenly! i heard a man shouted "MOVEEE!" SO DAMN FUCKING LOUD, of course i turned around and looked at him! fuck, that sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that period of time, duhhhh i stepped aside&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.(customers is always right, AS IF!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt really depressed at that time. DEPRESSION LAH MY HABIT. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went aside and start thinking, why waiter/waitress are always being looked down? they are humans also what!. Just imagine you go to a restaurant and there is really no waiter/waitress at work. who is going to serve the food/drinks to you? Eventhough, its a buffet? who is going to clear your plates on the tables? you cant possibly eat your food with your family with 20 plates all over the table right? fuck. hate it. so what if it is true that waiter is a low rank job or whatver you call it, you should at least pay that person some respect right? that is basic manners WHAT. somemore that guy is an ANG-MOH. kanasai. But "some" ang-moh are really nice lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i've cut my hair to shoulder lenght now for your information. hmm since it looked already SHORT to me, i am thinking of cutting it SHORTER. lols.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 2 snapshot of me lah, sharon take one. DOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s1600-h/16-02-07_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032579011342546226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s200/16-02-07_2134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddQmnMotVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c68dBP7GeEQ/s1600-h/16-02-07_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032579732897051986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddQmnMotVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/c68dBP7GeEQ/s200/16-02-07_2136.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;UGLY LAH THE PIC I KNOW. LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALTHOUGH IT MAY LOOKED LONG TO YOU, BUT TO ME, IS A VERY BIGGGGG DIFF. LOLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, gong xi fa cai. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s1600-h/16-02-07_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddQVXMotUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8ptcsnNCqho/s1600-h/16-02-07_2136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s1600-h/16-02-07_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s1600-h/16-02-07_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s1600-h/16-02-07_2134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-2871963506328119027?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/2871963506328119027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=2871963506328119027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2871963506328119027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/2871963506328119027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/02/ta-dahhhhh.html' title='ta-dahhhhh!'/><author><name>Paperflower signing`off.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01634401030389497826</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/_2anWhyqBmDI/RddP8nMotTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/uIcTOfgNjO0/s72-c/16-02-07_2134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28366681.post-117023755796162648</id><published>2007-01-31T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:59:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN IT. MY WHOLE IS SO ITCHY NOW.</title><content type='html'>F_CK!&lt;br /&gt;My whole body is so itchy after reading the email about the breast and bra.&lt;br /&gt;And i only saw ONE picture of it, and then my whole body itchy until like cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;YUCKSSSSS. luckily i never watch the video. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, is not i never watch the video, is i dont even dare to watch it! lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone watched/have read the email about washing your undergarmentst when you just bought it? Other than sharon chew and winnie lo? ITS REALLY DAMN DISGUSTING MAN~ HOW? I CANT STAND IT. SOOOOO ITCHYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the email and looking at the picture for less than 10 seconds, i am thinking of not buying anymore BRAS and PANTIES. Can you imagine that? i even thought of  LOLS. i am mad. i dont think it happened in Singapore. it's at some ANG-MOH county i think? So next time i am going to wash my &lt;strong&gt;UNDERGARMENTS WITH BOILING WATER&lt;/strong&gt; once i bought it! maybe with detol? lols. okay, not funny. serious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want the email about that? i can send it to you if you are dare enough to watch it or curious about it. just tag me with your email and i'll send it to you ASAP. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emails have differnt kinds of articles/news, dont you think so?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where those people get all those people-eating-foetus information and all the pictures. there's more lah of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember there is an email about "cheap hairbands from china" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the ones that you tie-up your hair) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that are made from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"USED CONDOMS"&lt;/span&gt; and they just roll alot of threads around it and they sell it cheap! SO DISGUSTING RIGHT? Can you imagine that the condoms that is used before and your hair are being tied up by that? goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why ah? why must they cut cost until like that? maybe its not true lah, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there is one time whereby i was at one shop selling all sorts of hair stuff and after reading that email, i start looking that those really CHEAP HAIRBANDS and start to like dig into it and look at it. LOLS. then there is one packet where i dig, i tried to like pull the threads away from the rubberband or whatsoever to see what actually  is the elastic thing. And guess what i saw? transparent pink rubberish plastic? look like an condom. DOTS. kept looking at it for quite long, the sales asisstant also got look at me! lols. but i dont care, so i put down and asked sharon to come and take a look at it. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterall, i am still not very sure whether if its condom or what.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, i will never save that kind of money to buy cheap hairbands.&lt;br /&gt;So next time, when you want to buy hairbands, buy those ends that shows white rubberband.&lt;br /&gt;Surely that is not condoms. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough of all those.&lt;br /&gt;Shall end.&lt;br /&gt;TAG ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULLSTOP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28366681-117023755796162648?l=paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/feeds/117023755796162648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28366681&amp;postID=117023755796162648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/117023755796162648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28366681/posts/default/117023755796162648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paperflowerstorythatendswithafullstop.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-it-my-whole-is-so-itchy-now.html' title='DAMN IT. 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