<?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-348717252666791709</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:54:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lingz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4806907774046872361</id><published>2010-02-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:05:31.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my tp. :)&lt;br /&gt;i was the best presentator&lt;br /&gt;i improved the most in public speaking and confidence (according to roche)&lt;br /&gt;i am at the top of my game right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back darling.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say sorry for being such a bitch in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;i've change now.&lt;br /&gt;stronger girl, with a new &amp;amp; stronger look as well&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4806907774046872361?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4806907774046872361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4806907774046872361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4806907774046872361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4806907774046872361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome-la.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-9162934480397984965</id><published>2010-02-02T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:25:46.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was thinking, to do or not to do.&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i did it. cos, if you want ppl to treat you a certain way, you shld always treat ppl the same.&lt;br /&gt;if they dont treat you the way u treat them, they ain't worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to be happy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-9162934480397984965?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/9162934480397984965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=9162934480397984965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/9162934480397984965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/9162934480397984965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-thinking-to-do-or-not-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8035254876235719905</id><published>2010-01-24T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T10:42:00.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit week!</title><content type='html'>this blog is not dead. the writer is not dead either.&lt;br /&gt;though my mum thought i was gonna kill myself &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;becos&lt;/span&gt; of the way i cry, as if someone died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few week was tough. but it was all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; when i finally submitted the last of my report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thansk&lt;/span&gt; to all my concern friends, who were constantly asking if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;problems after problems man. this weekend, it was rough. this whole week, whole month, was tough on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it made me a stronger person. you fall and you rise again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i play piano when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really depress, i was playing it the whole week. yawns.. i feeling... empty..&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get why all the guys i met, can just *snap* change so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh speaking of guys.. i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if you're reading this, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; glad you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; me those things, it was as if my prayers was answered. like really! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so happy, for you, for me, for us. like finally we can really move on happily. can't wait to actually catch up with you again buddy! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope all guys will learn to stop being a coward man! stop running, stop hiding behind drugs,tattoos, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cigs&lt;/span&gt;, beer. face and solve the situation &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tgt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after what happen tonight, i believe......&lt;br /&gt;prayers do get answer, and now, i pray for another person.&lt;br /&gt;You threw your hands up&lt;br /&gt;Baby you gave up, you gave up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8035254876235719905?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8035254876235719905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8035254876235719905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8035254876235719905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8035254876235719905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2010/01/shit-week.html' title='shit week!'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2940849240797050500</id><published>2010-01-03T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:54:18.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the two funniest thigns i've ever encounter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sip report? more like rip report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. told that to a friend and the reply " haha dont rip yet leh, we still haven't do alot of things tgt yet." "what?? like?" "go to the zoo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!! wtf? zoo??!! HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2940849240797050500?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2940849240797050500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2940849240797050500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2940849240797050500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2940849240797050500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-funniest-thigns-ive-ever-encounter.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8519794118627266676</id><published>2010-01-01T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:57:27.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>xmas eve: when t1 shop ard. plaza sing tomato soup! walked down orchard. ecp. cheena pub at clark quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas day: went church in the morning. watched avatar with dickson at century. went yishun dam eat mac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8519794118627266676?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8519794118627266676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8519794118627266676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8519794118627266676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8519794118627266676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2010/01/xmas-eve-when-t1-shop-ard.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3100116827288865781</id><published>2009-12-23T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:21:19.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what the fuck is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;i need inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my head clear.&lt;br /&gt;would it be betetr if i isolate myself? and avoid?&lt;br /&gt;what should i do... help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3100116827288865781?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3100116827288865781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3100116827288865781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3100116827288865781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3100116827288865781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1042367332443320996</id><published>2009-12-23T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T08:42:53.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA my dad and bro damn funny. asked the same question to my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why you like watching this show? do you realise that the whole show is about the family qurrelling. non stop fighting, what is so good about this? none of them is friend friend with each other. none leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro asked the same thing to my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1042367332443320996?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1042367332443320996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1042367332443320996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1042367332443320996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1042367332443320996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/haha-my-dad-and-bro-damn-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7119589055715388032</id><published>2009-12-20T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:11:47.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want you! i want you soooooOOooo BAD!&lt;br /&gt;loveee the song man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvkZO9Ik1fw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvkZO9Ik1fw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7119589055715388032?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7119589055715388032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7119589055715388032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7119589055715388032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7119589055715388032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-you-i-want-you-soooooooooo-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-5296010358078107076</id><published>2009-12-18T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:50:15.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tears rolls down as it came to the end. With the last three words, dont ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-5296010358078107076?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5296010358078107076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=5296010358078107076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5296010358078107076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5296010358078107076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears-rolls-down-as-it-came-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2626881067365316843</id><published>2009-11-19T09:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:31:03.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sip is coming to an end. yays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to blog. tired. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s am i even included in your life. i feel so outdated, so why should i even bother telling you about mine right?&lt;br /&gt;im just so sick and tired. i tihnk i should stop thinking about others and just live life man. heck chasing what i like already cos it'll just end up hurting your back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2626881067365316843?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2626881067365316843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2626881067365316843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2626881067365316843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2626881067365316843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/11/sip-is-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6817072808296509869</id><published>2009-10-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:16:58.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ritchie Valens... my first singer autobiography film.. the song i fell in love was LaBamba (my dad and i just cant stop singing that last time) .. i cried at the end of the film. so sad... and thats how i'll always love Lou Diamond's film! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray Charles.. haha. best very autobiography film. very entertaining. extremely nice music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny cash.. EEE i dont like the movie! he's a cheater and i hate him. but i love his songs. and i think june carter is a slut. A husband stealer and a womanizer. humphf! awesome songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart just melt when i watch bon jovi performing on ellen's show. omg man.. *tears in the eye*&lt;br /&gt;his voice.. sexy.. the music.. guitar.. richie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of all singers i follow, jon bon jovi is THE BEST, jon is faithful to his chilhood sweetheart. and i think thats sweet and loving. till this day he's married to her in 1989 and have four kids. awesome right. he actually like secretly sneak to las vegas during his tours to marry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just cant wait to meet him in person. i'll cry. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im such a cry baby this few months. of mayb years luh. dont know. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;oh i met xiang yun in the store few days back. haha. met quite a few actor and actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is tiring. fun but tiring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6817072808296509869?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6817072808296509869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6817072808296509869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6817072808296509869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6817072808296509869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/10/ritchie-valens.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-5307081690064317996</id><published>2009-10-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:18:22.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE WORK I HATE WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your mp3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-5307081690064317996?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5307081690064317996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=5307081690064317996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5307081690064317996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5307081690064317996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-work-i-hate-work-thanks-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1916851465582763158</id><published>2009-09-27T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:30:20.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SsBdGyVVzOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/B-4L_3vYmE8/s1600-h/245828_LOOK10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386407525506993378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SsBdGyVVzOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/B-4L_3vYmE8/s200/245828_LOOK10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(images from lookbook.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i get to rest and check my emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my off day on the weekend was spend shopping whole day and the campus session. din buy anything for myself lah! argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like it's sunday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, (the real sunday) the store was damn crowded. (f1 &gt;_&gt;) but. . . ... . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY FIRST PRAISE~&lt;br /&gt;the lady was like " oh you've been wonderful!"..&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;after i picked up her 50 cents coin.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. there's more to the story la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god i went lingering around the other departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SsBdGZh3FxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lkr0YH3i5aA/s1600-h/164933_IMG_9173xx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386407518848620306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SsBdGZh3FxI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lkr0YH3i5aA/s200/164933_IMG_9173xx.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1916851465582763158?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1916851465582763158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1916851465582763158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1916851465582763158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1916851465582763158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/images-from-lookbook.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SsBdGyVVzOI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/B-4L_3vYmE8/s72-c/245828_LOOK10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1466632400962713557</id><published>2009-09-25T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:21:30.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geraldine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THINKK&lt;/span&gt; before u do anything rash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; did lots of stupid things over the week. and now i regret. in workplace.. etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------"yah right!"---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; finally i can spare a moment to blog and check mails etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 things in my life now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i take back my words on those people who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;msn&lt;/span&gt; hi and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it kinda thing. I LOVE IT OK. do it more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) hey M, bitch. totally reading my blog ah.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; touched man. love you. and stop being so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vulgar&lt;/span&gt;. you're one of those people who got me influence &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; loving my sip each day. but each day, i fall back. today, i found out i forgot send in my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ejournal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) another day, people are praising people who i feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really deserve it. making me feel damn discouraged and useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just thinking about money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) can't wait for pay day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how they calculate but i sure know got $$ to spend on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;zhenging&lt;/span&gt; up my bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OHH&lt;/span&gt; as i talk to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suan&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; what i F did. i was a maid today. :) i knelt down to wipe the floors. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hurrayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i need motivation. just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;calculate&lt;/span&gt; per month how much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get. 8**. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; from like 21/9 to 18/10. one month. plus previous weeks b4 the shop opens. i think my pay for this 1st time, in this company will reach 1k! yeah baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) had grooming class on sat. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ahaha&lt;/span&gt;. so funny and embarrassing. she looked at me, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nv&lt;/span&gt; put make up right?.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt;.. i did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loh&lt;/span&gt;.. :(. she said like.. see.. bedroom face. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; again. so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so now at work, i put my make up thick thick. can faster finish up my powder and buy new one. can't stand the current one &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; using. but still ah.. people like questions.. got put make up or not.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;.. cannot see &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meh&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) i have funny and loving &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt;~! awesome la. but haiz. clara can see models walking in, i can see bookworms coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) lastly, thanks babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you look so sexy when u did that kiss hehe &lt;/em&gt;rightttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1466632400962713557?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1466632400962713557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1466632400962713557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1466632400962713557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1466632400962713557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/think-geraldine-thinkk-before-u-do.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4260966236890190652</id><published>2009-09-19T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:55:14.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liu ying once mention to me, " why bother abt such a friend, he dont deserve it." i thought it was pretty mean. like why not just give him a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now... NO &lt;strong&gt;MOTHER FUCKINGGG&lt;/strong&gt; WAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sms the guy out of concern, just randomly saying smth. no a single reply. FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not angry la. just.. pity that dude. all that suffering from relationship, but never express it out. always complaining abt no one to hear his woes, but never see that a friend is there always. just whether he wanna be friends with that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess im not friends with him anymore. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, you'll never know when you'll need that person one day, so never be such a FUCKER. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big crisis happened in my life. but im super glad we overcome it together. im glad for sip to keep myself busy during that time.&lt;br /&gt;im glad im stronger and happier. im glad. :)&lt;br /&gt;im glad i have friends. :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;we could be invincible now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the ugly i love you sweets d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late today for the grooming course. oh man. pai sey. i even like insulted like 90% of the ppl there.&lt;br /&gt;but had awesome grooming tips. oh man, im going shopping tml.&lt;br /&gt;went backk to work just now. did like.. cleaning and stuff. some minor work luh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;head to amk to eat and spend like 14 bucks on the catch catch thing.&lt;br /&gt;stupidest thing ever to do in my life, is spending such amt to play that stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;but i had the time of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOPPPPERR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SrUn6hlS8EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/I-PmgFIoZbE/s1600-h/z02ChopperMini4L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383252815991992386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SrUn6hlS8EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/I-PmgFIoZbE/s200/z02ChopperMini4L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4260966236890190652?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4260966236890190652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4260966236890190652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4260966236890190652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4260966236890190652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/liu-ying-once-mention-to-me-why-bother.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SrUn6hlS8EI/AAAAAAAAAjA/I-PmgFIoZbE/s72-c/z02ChopperMini4L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-988332475033096418</id><published>2009-09-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:51:19.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>randoms</title><content type='html'>i had to fucking cancel my lessons 3 times!! 3 times~!!! ah jun ahhhhh~&lt;br /&gt;ok dunno why scream his name.. but he's my time manager.. haha. thanks for evrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i have free time finally. after so many months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i have two numb toes.. and 4 blisters, two on each feet. :( think i need go see doc for the numbness man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, i totally lost track of time ok? things that happened yesterday i thought it happened last week. oh man. work until crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiring luh. but still can manage. yesterday was the full dress rehersal and breifings after breifings. followed by somemore packing of stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to talk to the rasta guy. so cool. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo M bitch! if you're reading this, you're blog damn fucking funny! HAHAHA.. call all your friends by their initial. HAHA. sorry la, sip leh. promise u we'll definitely do smth fun tgt one day k!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-988332475033096418?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/988332475033096418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=988332475033096418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/988332475033096418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/988332475033096418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/randoms.html' title='randoms'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8525830427988405512</id><published>2009-09-16T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:49:20.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my heart hurts more each day. either you make it right or drop the whole thing off and let me move on. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate not going anywhere. like when you're.. not here not there. halfway kind of thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb how ray use to mention abt those ppl. say hi to you on msn.. and u replied hi back.. (followed by silence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst is those, hi.. say a few crap.. and then silence. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s what kind of person who purpose let the other person taste his/her own medicine? what kind of man are you? still try to talk abt love... not loving enough... ya rightt..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8525830427988405512?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8525830427988405512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8525830427988405512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8525830427988405512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8525830427988405512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-hurts-more-each-day.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4926895303049229527</id><published>2009-09-16T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T07:48:27.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to lose a girl in 3 mins, you've done it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one eye on the phone, one eye on the clock. off to cycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sip suck la. hate chinese ok! why am i always so unlucky. really.&lt;br /&gt;ok la. does nto suck so much, i'll just thnk of the $$.&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/348717252666791709-4926895303049229527?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4926895303049229527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4926895303049229527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4926895303049229527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4926895303049229527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-lose-girl-in-3-mins-youve-done.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6471888225821317595</id><published>2009-09-13T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:19:04.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>once again, my time wasted. disspointed again. whatever i've scarifice, it's not being seen. and i dont gain anything. just sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like tml, i sure got headache cos i wasted my slping time tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geraldine you're so stupid to keep slping at 2 just to make ppl happy. stupid girl, u gain nth in the end right? dont do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6471888225821317595?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6471888225821317595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6471888225821317595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6471888225821317595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6471888225821317595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-again-my-time-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7976456767461113539</id><published>2009-09-13T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:32:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>running</title><content type='html'>:) an old chapter ends, but life have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was running almost all the time. i ran in the morning to the mrt station. ran from eunos to the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;quite happy today. :) vrooommmmm vroooommmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy birthday liu ying!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7976456767461113539?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7976456767461113539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7976456767461113539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7976456767461113539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7976456767461113539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/running.html' title='running'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2949121648366705623</id><published>2009-09-07T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:05:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>was looking through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt; photos.. and it just ticks me off to see some (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irritatin&lt;/span&gt;) photos.&lt;br /&gt;1st thought came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; my mind was, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wnana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt; that. . . . . what.... you're with these COOL &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;? show off that. . . . . . . what.... you're one of the guys??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but maybe.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nahh&lt;/span&gt;!!! this girl.. was just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to capture the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;clara&lt;/span&gt; if you're reading.. see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; giving her a chance. :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's just the person taking those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pics also contains like proof (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not proof, wrong word. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, the pics are visual . like how the harry potter book became a movie, people can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;actaully&lt;/span&gt; see the characters on screen.) of how people PO others. i really feel sad for such people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; lets not think negatively. maybe this person just treats him as a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;goodfriend&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bestfriends&lt;/span&gt;. wanna hang out with together with him all the time. yea! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; possible.. why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;aiya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; talking total crap. slept at 5 am and woke up for the stupid SIP briefing at 7. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;shitass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope i can earn like 700 per &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; la. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; mind suffering for 700 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after slowly walking back from with mum today, and we were talking, and it made me realize what kind of person i am... sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;trackk&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;( bloody hell, we wanted to watch the jack &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt; movie, but it had weird timings like 10 am and 11.35 pm ONLY. fuck shit. we travelled there at 3pm and mum need go work. so cannot watch today.. :( but we're watching it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tml&lt;/span&gt; morning! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;cliques&lt;/span&gt; and society, it's obvious who always goes with who. who sticks with who. who talks to who. who PO who. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; just use the word PO. cos i always see that in all of my situations. this person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;po&lt;/span&gt; the other.. either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;becos&lt;/span&gt; the person is funny, life of the party, rich, easy to talk to, no AWKWARD silence etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so with that.. back to what i realise ah.. is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*erased text*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want this post to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;BORINGGGGGG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry got no pictures to show.. but can show you the videos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i spend 3 hrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt; to recall this bitchy but funny video that i watched and wanna share)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEFTJR5zdJM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BEFTJR5zdJM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now watch xx doing that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QKBekZpRoc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5QKBekZpRoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; i like the last part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9vTZaQbV8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9vTZaQbV8w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did it not scare the shit out of you? like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;NOO&lt;/span&gt; why do you wanna go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;america&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;FUCKKKKK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2949121648366705623?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2949121648366705623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2949121648366705623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2949121648366705623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2949121648366705623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='UPDATE!'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1342510939276746221</id><published>2009-08-30T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:57:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha ok i dont know why i find this funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this friend of mine ah.. telling me abt driving and their shop shop system.&lt;br /&gt;so like every chpo u get means u have mastered one of the techniques luh..&lt;br /&gt;so he's sayingg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first lesson try ur best to get 5&lt;br /&gt;first 3 chop confirm get de&lt;br /&gt;4th one is biting point...&lt;br /&gt;if u gifted...can get the biting point very fast...&lt;br /&gt;then 5th chop is turning....dun turn like playing arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;dont turn like playing arcadeeeee&lt;br /&gt;SO FUNNY LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1342510939276746221?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1342510939276746221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1342510939276746221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1342510939276746221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1342510939276746221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-ok-i-dont-know-why-i-find-this.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7308452569800011420</id><published>2009-08-28T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:09:16.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think some people are just sooo.. obvious that they're copying other ppl traits.&lt;br /&gt;making it known like it's cool. being in the cool gang. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;people also think it's cool being associated with the cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;thats life. everyone wanna be cool in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;(thats what i think luh, haha actually i think only a few people would know what im referring too. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally exams are over. but im still waking up and asking myself.. today what day??! what time?! got exam?! got school?!&lt;br /&gt;then when i found out.. chey.. nothing.. k go back sleep.&lt;br /&gt;kinda irritating you know. waking up with my heart thumping so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7308452569800011420?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7308452569800011420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7308452569800011420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7308452569800011420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7308452569800011420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-some-people-are-just-sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7974381817153972803</id><published>2009-08-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:34:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's alot of thing that happen over the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;and i think, i have trust issues. somehow, now.. i feel like whenever people says oh u can trust me, i just wanna slap their face, cos it's bullshit. cowdung shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats the point of giving advice to someone when he or she dont even take it into consideration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, have been staying home to study. it's 1.30 am now and in a few hrs in gonna have my final paperrrrrr yays! im so dead! yays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just gonna try my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7974381817153972803?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7974381817153972803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7974381817153972803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7974381817153972803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7974381817153972803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-alot-of-thing-that-happen-over.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-701459389797832064</id><published>2009-08-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:22:27.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RIP Nicole lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she dont remember me but i rmb her.&lt;br /&gt;glad i reconnect with her during my U theater class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw her a couple of times in school, and she would nv fail to give me a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. a shocker man. now she's gone. i cannot believe.&lt;br /&gt;she's my 1st friend who is relatively close to me, or at least i actually KNOW her, pass away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't handle death and funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-701459389797832064?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/701459389797832064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=701459389797832064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/701459389797832064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/701459389797832064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-nicole-lim.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-426111880470748315</id><published>2009-08-19T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:11:06.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MANNNNN&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STUDY LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM REALLY GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAILLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERVOUS BREAKDOWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNOT FUCKING CONCENTRATEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-426111880470748315?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/426111880470748315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=426111880470748315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/426111880470748315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/426111880470748315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-mannnnn-i-cant-study.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4252272517260736986</id><published>2009-08-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:49:13.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love songs that tells a story. three that i love.. (of course it was introduced to me by someone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBdt2grd9Lc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBdt2grd9Lc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other two is by eric clapton. decided not to post it here, cause i think i did, and besides, it's a classic, Wonderful Tonight and Tears in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know it, go look it up on youtube or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i particularly like love me by collin raye. i love the lyrics so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a note my grandma wrote back in nineteen twenty-three.&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me.&lt;br /&gt;He said,Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I loved your Grandma so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet, and run away together.&lt;br /&gt;Get married in the first town we came to, and live forever.&lt;br /&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet, instead&lt;br /&gt;I found this letter, and this is what it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you. Love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away,&lt;br /&gt;In the doorway of a church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd never seen him cry in all my fifteen years;&lt;br /&gt;But as he said these words to her, his eyes filled up with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how long I'll be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;And between now and then, till I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be loving you. Love, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between now and then, till I see you again,I'll be loving you. Love, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4252272517260736986?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4252272517260736986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4252272517260736986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4252272517260736986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4252272517260736986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-love-songs-that-tells-story.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4617100432738609765</id><published>2009-08-17T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:22:07.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. i thought my paper is gonna be on thursday, turns out it's friday (21st aug)! holy crap. PHEWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo down just now. cos i delayed alot. have not start. i was damn sad. like oh shit. left with like two full days to study. sure cannot make it. PHEWWW ok. friday. ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna like pack my table now and start studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4617100432738609765?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4617100432738609765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4617100432738609765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4617100432738609765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4617100432738609765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1477087481441079698</id><published>2009-08-15T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:12:35.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"if i leave, will anyone notice? did anyone actually notice?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, have not been blogging for damn damn long. think those who actually read this are gone. now only ants are reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;project work sucked. this is the 1st time in my years in tp that i could get so angry and irritated and get all the headache just by doing projects. and guess what, we got As!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got best speaker for IMR. :) im not proud that like "oh.. im best of the class. all hail to me" but rather, i proved to that bitch, so now she wont fucking look down upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch at Carousel (Royal Plaza on Scotts) was great. got together with family. and actually it opened up a new perspectives. i talked to my uncle and got an insight to the biz world. it made me feel, what me and my friends are experiencing now, the shitty SIP work, politics everywhr, school projects, are NOTHING to what is out there. how pressurizing and intimidating it is to work like they do. crazzyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Soksn0f8qVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZSw265tncXY/s1600-h/5816_1190084149015_1135685446_30581012_6002624_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370873093235190098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Soksn0f8qVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZSw265tncXY/s200/5816_1190084149015_1135685446_30581012_6002624_n.jpg" border="0" 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NOEL!&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/348717252666791709-1477087481441079698?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1477087481441079698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1477087481441079698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1477087481441079698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1477087481441079698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-leave-will-anyone-notice-did.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Soksn0f8qVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ZSw265tncXY/s72-c/5816_1190084149015_1135685446_30581012_6002624_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2075590905494504270</id><published>2009-07-15T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:57:02.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.. i think my heart just melted.. i just communicated with my childhood idol, andrew of growing up, gary lim. i tell you, my heart really just stop. cant believe he replied me. i hope his friend is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks facebook!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2075590905494504270?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2075590905494504270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2075590905494504270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2075590905494504270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2075590905494504270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-5781131284040054895</id><published>2009-07-13T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T03:22:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time never blog, the sky damn dark, but sunny. weird huh. finally i have time for my own. call it geraldine time. haha. now it's 6.30. ok will use it wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have lost myself, but i think im getting it back together, especially this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to everything in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think once you have lost something or someone, it's hard getting it back. just like how it's hard getting my old self back. but im tryin :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-5781131284040054895?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5781131284040054895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=5781131284040054895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5781131284040054895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5781131284040054895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-may-have-lost-myself-but-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4310183211732587904</id><published>2009-06-27T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T12:13:39.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man. ok it's 3 am now. im going church later.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was readin my old old old post. haha (im like digging up the past)&lt;br /&gt;but anyways! i miss my old spunky, gan ho self man. me in yr1 was awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;wa hooo!&lt;br /&gt;i think i had influence from friends. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound like damn idiotic and all when i say this, but...&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be my old self! i dont wanna changeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess in the past i had influence from, friends the sitcom, ray, more friends, hanging out with the "sec 5s". haha. wa miss everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4310183211732587904?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4310183211732587904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4310183211732587904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4310183211732587904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4310183211732587904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7119101951861382647</id><published>2009-06-27T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:24:32.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate dealing with all these awkward moments. like imagine your friends going somewhr but din..sort of invite you personally kind of thing. but you have the thought of going, but really pai sey to like ask the question "can i come". like so poor thing, and sometimes even buay hao bai. ppl nv invite you and you ask a question like that, machiam forcing them to take you in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most pai sey thing is, everything is settled and suddenly you tag along, screws up the whole tihng, and of course you wont want that. no one does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottomline, i wont like ppl who say that (can i come), cos, it's of course you can come. so i blame myself for them asking me like that, i made them feel unwanted by not inviting them, make them sound so poor thing. "can i come/" &lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7119101951861382647?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7119101951861382647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7119101951861382647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7119101951861382647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7119101951861382647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-dealing-with-all-these-awkward.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4092588425890206842</id><published>2009-06-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:50:42.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since when did secrets become a thing you can tell people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay home to do work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to an event at suntec last weekend. tiring. but fun. the stilt walkers really put a smile on my face and cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW_gqQQCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GxnAXqxQnjA/s1600-h/P1070283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351709012554432546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW_gqQQCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GxnAXqxQnjA/s200/P1070283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW_TgKT_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/mwrnpMNhLIk/s1600-h/P1070288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351709009022439410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW_TgKT_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/mwrnpMNhLIk/s200/P1070288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks wrong? haha. love it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW-4d3ydI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pwvNFhi96Cc/s1600-h/P1070294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351709001765079506" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW-4d3ydI/AAAAAAAAAh4/pwvNFhi96Cc/s200/P1070294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're just amazing luh. so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml full day concentrate on projects. i rest today. sunday, hopefully play day!&lt;br /&gt;WAHOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two words :&lt;br /&gt;MAN WHORE! :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4092588425890206842?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4092588425890206842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4092588425890206842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4092588425890206842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4092588425890206842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/since-when-did-secrets-become-thing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SkUW_gqQQCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/GxnAXqxQnjA/s72-c/P1070283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1314849520941720082</id><published>2009-06-25T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:30:25.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am just.. so insprised. i dont know by what or how or why. i read of my previous blog post and all the emotional stress i went through. its not emo, i just need a place to let it all out. my blog right? i say whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro drove to malaysia today with jie. hope they're having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 7 am today. killed a cockroach b4 i sleep. power right? dont know why got cockroach ard these few days. maybe it's the hot weather. i woke up at 11 and head for school to pass up my work.&lt;br /&gt;i looked like a crazy bitch luh, cos i din comb my hair. LOL. haha. like siao lang walkin ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and relaccccccc, till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO TO CANADAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1314849520941720082?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1314849520941720082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1314849520941720082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1314849520941720082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1314849520941720082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6524096469940566083</id><published>2009-06-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:11:06.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so much better after pouring out and sharing my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes i think too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing is for sure, you try your hardest to gain that friendship back, but is he doesn't wanan do anything. fine. never even talk to you fine. i'll just be a goodfriend whenever he needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one advice, wooo you may be one who have everything now, but when that world you're in right now start crashing down, you realise you'll have nothing. just to let you know, im here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont do to other what you dont want them to do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learnt to really hold the ppl ard me. dont strangle them, but keep them around. :)&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;today i rushed by work like crazy. i din put in enuff effort. i totally forgot or rather i din know abt the submission and eveyrone knew. i blame no one but myself for not checking.&lt;br /&gt;im am super dissapointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really starting to get my lazy ass off the chair.&lt;br /&gt;:D&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;p.s doesn't mean im close to someone means i can't be around with my friends or cannot have any other close pals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i cannot stand her. i actually dont care if i got talk to her or not. i think she's just using one of my friend and im piss. double face. either using her or trying to get close to her so that she have an alliance. whatever. can't be bother. as long my friends are still friends can already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6524096469940566083?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6524096469940566083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6524096469940566083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6524096469940566083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6524096469940566083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-so-much-better-after-pouring-out.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8832657492450937057</id><published>2009-06-17T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:56:44.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i damn fucking stress lah. im stress because i know i got alot to do, but there's nothing to push me to do it! i'm a confirmed lazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to secure sip, lazy to do work and lazy to EXERCISE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching E! just now,they were talking about hollywood stars keepin in shape, how they're paid millions to gain weight (yes GAIN weight) for the role they're gonna play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched walk the line on monday. hate that show. songs are damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a online grp meeting at 3 on tuesday. then went out for dinner with suan clara and sharonnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i will forever rmb the MOS burger old uncle. so cute. reminds me of my dad cause he so long winded. actually, i was abit sad luh. cause b4 i left home to meet them, i shouted at my dad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teared abit when i was in the lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at night i sms him saying sorry. so everything is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today just slack abit. went out buy food at night.&lt;br /&gt;crapped with noel and ly at night and did work.&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;i feel like breakin down these few days man. i dont know what are the things to be on the top of my list. i think it's time for me to multi task like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just.... haiz. stress lah. no motivation. need money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish that person would be ok with me again and not ignore me. what did i do that is so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat people the way you want others to treat you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8832657492450937057?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8832657492450937057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8832657492450937057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8832657492450937057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8832657492450937057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-damn-fucking-stress-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6593969980589372358</id><published>2009-06-15T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:44:38.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I understand that if I am not able to self secure my own SIP placement, I will have to accept the placement allocated to me by the school. I also understand that there is a possibility that such placements may not be totally related to my course of study and I may have to work far from home. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(box to tick) Yes, I agree.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuggghhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;hate it. blame my lazy ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6593969980589372358?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6593969980589372358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6593969980589372358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6593969980589372358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6593969980589372358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-understand-that-if-i-am-not-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4102862663211208210</id><published>2009-06-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:27:57.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, exams sucks. sucked. sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays was spend quite fruitfully.&lt;br /&gt;friday after exams went straight home. chilled at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat went out with suan dick ly and yawen. we went changi and simpangg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun was church day. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday and tuesday was cool! i saw one of my sec friend singing! he was like those..naughty guys, and now, he's in ite simei choir! how cool is that. watched just like heaven and patch adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, i cried like mad while watching patch adams. so sad ok. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed was movie marathon! no luh, only two movies. watched the awakening and the prestige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally sucked luh. i got so much things to handle man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda feeling down man&lt;br /&gt;but "dont let others bring me down, i'm a strong person"&lt;br /&gt;yeah right!! HAH&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit ass lah. i hate troublesome stuff. puhhh *lazy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Si_s7z4Yo2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/E6rV27Ruz0k/s1600-h/IMAG0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345751794995209058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Si_s7z4Yo2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/E6rV27Ruz0k/s200/IMAG0187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very long time ago&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4102862663211208210?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4102862663211208210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4102862663211208210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4102862663211208210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4102862663211208210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-exams-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/Si_s7z4Yo2I/AAAAAAAAAhY/E6rV27Ruz0k/s72-c/IMAG0187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2163154464934897583</id><published>2009-05-30T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T07:35:48.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks for cheering me on&lt;br /&gt;thanks for understanding me&lt;br /&gt;thanks for realising how worried i am&lt;br /&gt;thanks for not giving up on me&lt;br /&gt;thanks for knowing how mean you've been recently&lt;br /&gt;thanks for appreciating everything&lt;br /&gt;most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being there for me, by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been through so much and i wanna go through it together&lt;br /&gt;i know i've change alot, but i'm tryin to regain my old self.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for being patient and and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for never giving up on me when i pushed you away.&lt;br /&gt;you're the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus geraldine focus!!! AHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;CURSE THE MID SEM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this mid sem to end.&lt;br /&gt;QUICK~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2163154464934897583?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2163154464934897583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2163154464934897583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2163154464934897583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2163154464934897583'/><link rel='alternate' 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-348717252666791709.post-7786508669754635942</id><published>2009-05-23T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T09:01:47.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dont like it. i knew it'll happen. i knew someone can never give so much and not ask anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7786508669754635942?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7786508669754635942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7786508669754635942' title='0 Comments'/><link 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you for too long. no more nice girl, cause since long ago, i dont care if we're friend or not or what you think of me already.&lt;br /&gt;though people may call me sensitive, but if you think of me as a friend like i use to, a simple hi from you would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;it's ok. i get your message. :) fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of people now that i cannot tahan man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who po other people. dont even know if these people like truly mean certian things. like when xx cracks a joke, i just wonder if your laughter is geniue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another kind of people i cant stand is act ferice and tupai. wa lao. hate him like hell now. i've tryin to be nice to such a rude person, but enuff is enuff. your gf is fat, your fat. so what if you're rich. so what if you drive nice car. i really hope you get beaten up badly one day. someone should teach you a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;oh and your gf is as irritating as you. i feel like slaping her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, i finally found out who the fuck is telling all those lies and rumours. i dont get why this person got to say so much things.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe such a girl/boy/ah gua will take interest and entertain such a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is all i have to rant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a doggy world out there, watch your own back and dont count on others, cause they may just dissapoint you again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i think it's really time for me to stand up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-496969441631501642?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/496969441631501642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=496969441631501642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/496969441631501642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/496969441631501642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-5536933168720626819</id><published>2009-05-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T12:41:10.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days im getting real hot tempered. yes. me. geraldine, can scold. unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;i think if the secondary sch geraldine sees the geraldine now, she'll laugh till her head pops lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things happen that make me damn piss at people, at the same time, because im too angry abt lots of things, i cried when the printing lady said nicely to me, that they couldn't photocopy my notes today. i waited for bloody one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not sad! im not sensitive! i DID NOT cry because of what the lady say. i was just real angry and frustrated that i waited one hour. see all the idiots printing their posters. and when it's my turn (actually the lady treated me as invisible! like im too small to be seen!) i neh neh said loudly to her (in chinese) "aunty i wanna print my note, one copy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sorry leh ah girl, we dont photocopy today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WAH LAO EH, i waited one hr leh, queue for so long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you never ask/tell me earlier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH! TEMASEK POLYTECHNIC DESIGN PRINTING SHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was worst was that i think the manager of the shop was there, and you know what he said to me when it came to my turn!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what you printing? poster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"erm no, photocopy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nono come come! poster A2 here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - *errrr orh. i stand one side*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF MANAGER IS THAT! I HOPE THAT MY UNCLE CAN CLOSE YOU DOWN AND SACK YOU! i think he as the manager should know if they can photocopy at this period! or at least clear the huge queue by mayb annoucing no photocopying now, only poster. he doesn't have time to say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot stand rude service. many times i encounter and i am not afraid to demand from them what i want! come on man, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are paying THEIR freakin salary. who cares if their older or what-so-ever or that we should respect them. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU ARE THE SERVICE STAFF, YOU SERVICE US! thats your job man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone NOT to be afraid. cause i personally know someone who is. GRAB YOUR BALLS AND DEMAND WHAT YOU DESERVE OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today especially. wa lao leh. G2000 at Bugis Junction. in the departmental store. my experience there was the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all&lt;br /&gt;as i entered the shop, i was choosing the suitable colour shirt for my friend. pick the colour nice nice. but my friend didn't know his size, so i ah ga ah ga pick and try on the size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were kinda confuse where the fitting room was, so imagine two people, looking puzzled, in the shop holding onto clothes. so happen a service staff was behind my friend, asking him if he needed help. my friend didn't know and couldn't hear. as my friend turned, he got a shock to see someone behind me. thats not all. ok everything is fine right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend didn't hear her at all, so by nature, a service staff standing behind you is weird, he went smth like " huh? yes?" the service staff ALSO catch no balls. she went " huh" and he went "huh". i guess at that time, the staff got kinda irritated and sort of raise her voice saying " you tryin on the clothes isit? " my friend replied like "yea yea" she ask whats your size"&lt;br /&gt;" i dont know" immediately she grabbed whatever he was holding and said "oh you cannot try this 1st." *gave him some other design that was loosely hanging on the racks* "here, just try the size 1st"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda offended can!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know why she did that? why she took the clothes away and gave him another kind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only because she want him to try the sizes....&lt;br /&gt;but the SERVICE STAFF was so darn LAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why i said that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clothes my friend took was those that was nicely packed and tucked neatly inside.&lt;br /&gt;THEREFORE! i dont know what the hell she's thinking but my guess is she know we're gonna open the "new" opens and she dont wanna put in the effort and time to fold and tuck those back neatly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY she gave us the loosely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO HELLO! whats the point of giving us a shirt that we dont even like? we chose the colour we wanna try, to see if it suitable for friend etc etc, couldn't you just give us that design with the suitable sizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im giving her the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb whatever design we chose did not have proper sizing. mayb my friend size i like darn hard to find. mayb because that design is so popularity. alright fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were trying at least 3 shirts. my friend got 3 shirts inside. during this time, I, me, THE CUSTOMER, was walking up and down the store, helping myself to the shirt, digging up for sizing. at one time, i even questioned myself, AM I WORKING HERE? where are those staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were folding clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess they're like "OH closing time, heck the last few customers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, so suay huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. i helped myself, bringing shirt. after finally being realise by the staff. the same lady approach us, i was thinking "yays, some help? yes, please help me and my friend for a suitable shirt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooo man. thats not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she asked " can i have the shirt you dont want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT??? i am buying the shirt, i wanna see what deisng and size suit my friend. how rude are you to interrupt and take back everything we KIV on? (kiv is smth like keep in mind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you may be closing now, fine. closing time, we should hurry. THEN HELP US SO YOU CAN CLOSE YOUR SHOP LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend hear my tone and her tone, and he was so scared and din want any trouble, he din even get the chance to try on the finally suitable size suitable colour shirt.&lt;br /&gt;great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me asked "excuse me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hmmmm?' *WITH HER BACK FACING ME!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nvm i asked her "what time do you guys close?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"actually we're closing now hor, ya thats why you see the security guard comin in to check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, very polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn pissed. I HATE PEOPLE WHO ARE RUDE TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;recently, i encounter a very irritating girl. and she still got cheeks to scold me when she never even bother to put in effort?&lt;br /&gt;i think i shouldn't comment much here. who know who is reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two people should better watch out. no one EVER made me this piss to the extend im able to finally defend myself and not cry.&lt;br /&gt;the liar and the rude "rich" girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-5536933168720626819?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5536933168720626819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=5536933168720626819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5536933168720626819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5536933168720626819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-few-days-im-getting-real-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6833935406727826951</id><published>2009-05-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:16:38.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so sleepy, so angry, so piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very busy luh. very pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i think you two bitches better watch out. i know who is lyin big time ok! and who i cannot be polite to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6833935406727826951?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6833935406727826951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6833935406727826951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6833935406727826951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6833935406727826951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-so-sleepy-so-angry-so-piss.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1706450379635444729</id><published>2009-04-23T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:46:27.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. this is the funniest thing ever. it's been a long time since i laugh like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the james blunt one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sir6znS_myc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sir6znS_myc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1706450379635444729?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1706450379635444729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1706450379635444729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1706450379635444729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1706450379635444729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6811207064579930697</id><published>2009-04-19T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:44:59.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUe-xakiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wXh0EKAnmMg/s1600-h/Image195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 381px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326443875518812706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUe-xakiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wXh0EKAnmMg/s200/Image195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUejOqPfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_ld5ysd_fg8/s1600-h/Image206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326443868125281778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUejOqPfI/AAAAAAAAAhI/_ld5ysd_fg8/s200/Image206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUel0XDiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EeuIKqCgpjE/s1600-h/Image209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326443868820278818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUel0XDiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/EeuIKqCgpjE/s200/Image209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i have not been able to pack my room yet :( sadly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but! i manage to fix up our pinhole cam with dickson! shitass camera!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CURSE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it breaks so many times! like parts and parts break down. and we're so kan chiong towards the end...till ah...both our cam cannot close.. funny thing is.. our cam has different reason why it cannot close!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of his part broke of, while mine is because i din listen(or rather look) at instructions. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIAN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok im gonna fix it NOW! before i sleep. or else cannot sleep in peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s i bought the cubic bag! gonna make payment soon. (hopefully. skali no more stock.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s p.s! i really think the manager of mos burger in tamp mall can be a model! the height cannot make it lah. but he got the smiling eyes!! *drools* i cant stop lookin at him leh. hehe. *giggles* *blush*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s p.s p.s!!! i watched s factor just now. and three words. i hate sonia. &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/348717252666791709-6811207064579930697?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6811207064579930697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6811207064579930697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6811207064579930697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6811207064579930697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-i-have-not-been-able-to-pack-my-room.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SetUe-xakiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/wXh0EKAnmMg/s72-c/Image195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6179749957723196565</id><published>2009-04-17T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T12:09:50.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work suck. i spend 6 hours, staring at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dickson's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;. trying to look busy. 15 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; of that 6 hours &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt; something boss asked me to do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel this job is like my sip. which i think it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; boss was suppose to call someone up offering a sip job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, real late now. will blog some other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;filtered&lt;/span&gt; my F1 pics! wow, turns out some of my pics shock me. thought i couldn't get at least one good pic. cant wait to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photoshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;! got so much things to do! one of them is set up a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;flickr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt;. like finally again. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6179749957723196565?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6179749957723196565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6179749957723196565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6179749957723196565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6179749957723196565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1098385161701680596</id><published>2009-04-14T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:08:00.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you sound so genuine at first, made it sound as if you are the person in my dreams, all i can ever ask and more. go all odd for me. but it just aint true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell are you thinking geraldine. how dumb and stupid can you be. for years you've thought someone will pull you away when you're down, you thought someone would run away with you and not care about anything, not friends, not work, not family. you thought when you're super down and low and depress, that someone would appear in the nick of time, to give you a warm hug and assure you that everything is ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just fuckin wake up from your dreams geraldine. get your head out of the clouds and realise, it aint happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things just dont last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1098385161701680596?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1098385161701680596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1098385161701680596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1098385161701680596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1098385161701680596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-sound-so-genuine-at-first-made-it.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8301090460758309185</id><published>2009-04-12T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:47:51.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so much things to do..so little time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do..hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foc/fow! i rented fish eye and 30d for foc. enjoyed the fishy on dickson's cam only. but my money...abit wasted luh. wasn't very enthu this year. kinda sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day i went to work. damn happening. hmmm.. in a nutshell&lt;br /&gt;got politics at work,&lt;br /&gt;i deal with stupid names that confuse me ( hate names like chong chee kong and cheah chee hoong! wa lao! GO DIE!) ,&lt;br /&gt;best is the office blackout. TWICE!.&lt;br /&gt;was very sleepy in the morning. i didn't have enough of sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY! GOOD FRIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;RELAC SUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with alvin suan dickson and jo. hang out at bugis area.&lt;br /&gt;PLUCK icecream is the best man! but the name of the shop, abit disturbing. images of plucking armpit hair just flashes through my mind luh. i dont know why =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we happen to check out two cars langga into each other, blocking the entrance to haji lane.&lt;br /&gt;I TELL YOU AH. once of the number open ok!! but it jumbled. DAMNIT!. dad never buy ibet! shyt. :( (i becoming super aunty!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carl's jr and concert at durian. home-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, another happening day. woke up at 2pm! met up with yeehooi as she's on transit and her next flight will be at 10 tonight. at 1st we thought we could hang out with my mum and me. but she's sick. so it was better for her to go back airport to rest. (hearing from her friend and my mum that if you got fever, they wont let you up the plane!)&lt;br /&gt;so "lunched" with her at 3! LOL ding tai feng! and i walked ard myself till it's time for church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pierre peng was beside me!! in church. ok beside my mum. and wa lao. my mum wished him a sign of peace! :( i wanted to do that to him! argh. mum always get to meet and talk to all the stars. gurmit, li nanxin, mark lee, chris lee. ARGH! and also the aron azi ah..the malay police dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we kinda stalked him until we got out of church. *giggles* mum is such a stalker too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures . . . . taken on GOOD FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCMwWTjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AAagkYLLA2Y/s1600-h/_MG_1526%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 272px; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323860628242583090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCMwWTjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AAagkYLLA2Y/s200/_MG_1526%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCVskBkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Q8NoNFbw2vw/s1600-h/_MG_1542%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323860630642624066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCVskBkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Q8NoNFbw2vw/s200/_MG_1542%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCULUo6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mm2vwoxUW0g/s1600-h/_MG_1512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 293px; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323860630234768290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCULUo6I/AAAAAAAAAg0/Mm2vwoxUW0g/s200/_MG_1512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8301090460758309185?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8301090460758309185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8301090460758309185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8301090460758309185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8301090460758309185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-much-things-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SeInCMwWTjI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AAagkYLLA2Y/s72-c/_MG_1526%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1191040663642190990</id><published>2009-04-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:17:05.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's freakishly amazing how two people can read each other minds and understand each other so perfectly well. it's not the matter if two people are similar, in character or whatsoever, but it's how well you understand and live (together) with the other person (not literally stay in the house with the person)&lt;br /&gt;before i could say it, the other person got it spot on. other than the words being rephrase in another way, it is exactly what i wanna say, the meaning is still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate is when you know what the person is gonna ask and you answer it correctly before he/she could ask it.&lt;br /&gt;i experienced it, and it was great. something that im 100% sure i'll nv forget. imma a very very forgetful girl, but this is 100% sure, never will forget the feeling. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wish my closest friends could feel how i feel, the joy i feel. im sad that they'll never be able to understand this feeling, that i feel. and im 100% sure they'll never be able to feel this the way i do. like such a wonderful feeling, they should have a share in it.&lt;br /&gt;but on the other hand, im super happy about that. cause (same thing) they'll never EVER be able to feel what im feeling. this is something that only i receive it and it's only for me. it's something so unique given by someone that no one in the world would receive it the same way. and i'll never understand other people's "gift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends would not understand how happy im feeling, not talking abt right now, but in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heck what other thinks. i dont care if you think im a liar, or a hopper, or a backstabber, or a desperate girl. i'm happy and all i care that you'll somehow see it and not ever segregate me from the crowd and as your friend. (if you know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha too chim and senseless. ignore me and maybe i go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1191040663642190990?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1191040663642190990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1191040663642190990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1191040663642190990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1191040663642190990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-freakishly-amazing-how-two-people.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6308853544426958564</id><published>2009-04-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:36:00.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; like looking through my secondary blog post.&lt;br /&gt;so interesting. it's like, i completely forgot my sec school days and thanks to my blog, i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a girl who is crazy about guys. i secretly admire lots of guy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go gaga over them.&lt;br /&gt;i blog stuff like "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt; he smiled at me" kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;i remember because of too much friends, i became really... critical and sarcastic about lots &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;and i was also kinda, direct with my words on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog stuff like . . .&lt;br /&gt;"in the library i bump into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haikal&lt;/span&gt; and gang with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;azri&lt;/span&gt;(spell like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all people...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wans&lt;/span&gt; my hp.&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;HELL NO!!&lt;br /&gt;sorry not my type&lt;br /&gt;if u look similar to JULIO&lt;br /&gt;then yeah i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;other then tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, another post . .&lt;br /&gt;(during then, i read lots of blog &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; wrist cutting girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh i hate my life.."&lt;br /&gt;"i just cut myself on the wrist"&lt;br /&gt;"darkness surrounding me"&lt;br /&gt;"i cried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bcos&lt;/span&gt; of...."&lt;br /&gt;"no one cares"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna jump"&lt;br /&gt;OH &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SHUDDUPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attention-seeker&lt;br /&gt;trying get people to read and pity you people who are writing these things&lt;br /&gt;how low can you be??it's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; if you say it a few times&lt;br /&gt;but every post?? and then you tell people how nice your friends are to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;such a low-life&lt;br /&gt;i mean everyone surely have their up and downs&lt;br /&gt;and yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; life is more of a down than a up&lt;br /&gt;but sometime its just too much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;! especially those people trying to get pity from others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ugghh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOW-LIFE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, i think i have lots of opinion then, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really proud of my last-time-self.&lt;br /&gt;i thought of lots of stuff. society and social groups and like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; era. how some girls want &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;testi&lt;/span&gt; from others and some forced! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;testi&lt;/span&gt; from others. blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the way i speak sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i like how i speak my mind during secondary school. not worrying about who the hell oppose my views. cause i know i can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;outbeat&lt;/span&gt; that person&lt;br /&gt;now, i just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have such confidence anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*re-reads secondary sch posts*&lt;br /&gt;wow man. i rock! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. i miss you, i miss you sec 4 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geraldine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt;. =(&lt;br /&gt;come back please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6308853544426958564?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6308853544426958564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6308853544426958564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6308853544426958564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6308853544426958564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2909791462106740028</id><published>2009-04-01T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:33:56.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; it seem i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; have a title for my post. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few days is self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a very low self esteem about myself. and maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; also &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gullible&lt;/span&gt;. i believe in everything people say about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently a friend tells me that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; someone who doesn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; the people around me, i guess meaning heck care my friends. this friend said that and asked me to think about why and think of what others are thinking about you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in some truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bro, forget it. i give up on ever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;arguing&lt;/span&gt; back. let people tell me stuff things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haiz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just so blank now. 3 days pass so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; some pictures from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taiwan&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe5MrtHHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/n8wwudgEOUI/s1600-h/Image227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319770290348956786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe5MrtHHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/n8wwudgEOUI/s200/Image227.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paper cup. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ku&lt;/span&gt; can? i never see paper cup like that b4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe5MuXQdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9uoIluQNfXc/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319770290360107474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe5MuXQdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9uoIluQNfXc/s200/Image214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a shop. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. pottery shop. you have to walk further in. this entrance is very unique, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; it's like in the olden days, this is like a fireplace to heat and harden the pottery.&lt;br /&gt;so when i was walking in, i was kinda scare, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; i thought &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kenna&lt;/span&gt; burn alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe4-jt1nI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2cG3nomu3TM/s1600-h/Image189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319770286557353586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe4-jt1nI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2cG3nomu3TM/s200/Image189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! they actually like queue up single row into the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe470BhZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gH_MlkLZiD8/s1600-h/Image192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319770285820446098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe470BhZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gH_MlkLZiD8/s200/Image192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mrt&lt;/span&gt; platform. AMAZING MAN. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a mountain! i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe4v0ManI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bAeyTFtRAnE/s1600-h/Image186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319770282599934578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe4v0ManI/AAAAAAAAAf8/bAeyTFtRAnE/s200/Image186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"waiting zone for female passengers at night" i think got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of molesters around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcrL5a06I/AAAAAAAAAf0/wk267wQ3_-E/s1600-h/Image182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767850596619170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcrL5a06I/AAAAAAAAAf0/wk267wQ3_-E/s200/Image182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the biggest dick in the world. no jokes! it's from an elephant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqxKdAKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Enny19i4XKc/s1600-h/Image180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767843420307618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqxKdAKI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Enny19i4XKc/s200/Image180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house of condoms. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcq4Df8AI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hd6f-nZTk90/s1600-h/Image168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767845270188034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcq4Df8AI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hd6f-nZTk90/s200/Image168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over there, you can bring your bike into the train. but only for stations that allows bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqs8HthI/AAAAAAAAAfc/V2L_56AAdGs/s1600-h/Image167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767842286450194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqs8HthI/AAAAAAAAAfc/V2L_56AAdGs/s200/Image167.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mao&lt;/span&gt;! see the golden &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ret&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the shop icon. some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqZWu6nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WheWKyhXxz8/s1600-h/Image159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767837029362290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcqZWu6nI/AAAAAAAAAfU/WheWKyhXxz8/s200/Image159.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;THATS&lt;/span&gt; A LOUIS &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GARNEAU&lt;/span&gt;! in the freaking shop! i actually cannot take pic, and i didn't know. so when the sales asst said that, i got shock and...tadah..shaky picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJ33h1yI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ElXOc63-vQA/s1600-h/Image151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767278284298018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJ33h1yI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ElXOc63-vQA/s200/Image151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; 7-11 sells this. cornflakes with milk. so cool right. anyone seen it in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'pore&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJnPiiDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/lUKCkpFxXyY/s1600-h/Image141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767273821603890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJnPiiDI/AAAAAAAAAe8/lUKCkpFxXyY/s200/Image141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;okok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; call me weird but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; never seen anything like that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after alighting from the plane at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taiwan&lt;/span&gt; airport, i wanna go &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peepee&lt;/span&gt;. so when i enter the cubicle, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the exact sight i see. so....new to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;, i squat down as usual and turn to my right and i saw this. . . . . &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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJu9HIWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wY3lDdR3kJc/s1600-h/Image142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767275891794274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJu9HIWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/wY3lDdR3kJc/s200/Image142.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! press for emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJktvrUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O7xaOrvwKEA/s1600-h/Image140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767273142988098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJktvrUI/AAAAAAAAAe0/O7xaOrvwKEA/s200/Image140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my roommate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJXYP0RI/AAAAAAAAAes/HqA6Kihtvp0/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319767269563158802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOcJXYP0RI/AAAAAAAAAes/HqA6Kihtvp0/s200/Image128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1-YyFPI/AAAAAAAAAek/SLrwf56xr4U/s1600-h/P1070078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765836925375730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1-YyFPI/AAAAAAAAAek/SLrwf56xr4U/s200/P1070078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the lover's bridge. they say many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; stars come here to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1TwqfzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xz9u9rCFd10/s1600-h/P1070051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765825482817330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1TwqfzI/AAAAAAAAAeU/xz9u9rCFd10/s200/P1070051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my cute friend. it's so cold that she become an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;arab&lt;/span&gt; girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaWGI4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/KBD-qBiEgAk/s1600-h/P1060834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765289250351074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaWGI4Z-I/AAAAAAAAAeM/KBD-qBiEgAk/s200/P1060834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giant sausages. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; think dirty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVpWpzSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/l3mne_VBC7k/s1600-h/P1060453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765281523485986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVpWpzSI/AAAAAAAAAd8/l3mne_VBC7k/s200/P1060453.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;page one entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVbhmOyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Xw0F995wqy0/s1600-h/P1060445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765277811292962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVbhmOyI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Xw0F995wqy0/s200/P1060445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this picture ah, i couldn't make out which way the picture goes. until i have to zoom in. as each brick are the names of....someone crave into it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVHSoS6I/AAAAAAAAAds/CGIIIF0xoqo/s1600-h/P1060442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765272379804578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaVHSoS6I/AAAAAAAAAds/CGIIIF0xoqo/s200/P1060442.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaV0RwVtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/11CMEMGPeR8/s1600-h/P1060573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765284455732946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOaV0RwVtI/AAAAAAAAAeE/11CMEMGPeR8/s200/P1060573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;secretly&lt;/span&gt; snap this. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1unVu7I/AAAAAAAAAec/4hy3ZMq--Gw/s1600-h/P1070071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319765832691465138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOa1unVu7I/AAAAAAAAAec/4hy3ZMq--Gw/s200/P1070071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;I MISS TAIPEI!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2909791462106740028?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2909791462106740028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2909791462106740028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2909791462106740028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2909791462106740028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-this.html' title='I am this.'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SdOe5MrtHHI/AAAAAAAAAgc/n8wwudgEOUI/s72-c/Image227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2657022554387793178</id><published>2009-03-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:09:34.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok hmm lets see.&lt;br /&gt;past three days, what have i been doing. oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch tv and tv and tv and anime for today and tv and sleep and sleep&lt;br /&gt;and talk in my dream and sleep and cry in my dream and sleep and scream at mum cause i was dreaming and sleep some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i went out a couple of times in the beginning of this week.&lt;br /&gt;haiz. sometimes i feel like, yea, i've spend my time wisely. but sometimes not. i guess i really need to prioritise my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. left a few days. i think i can do it! shit lah, should have pack over the last two days! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s i miss you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2657022554387793178?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2657022554387793178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2657022554387793178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2657022554387793178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2657022554387793178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-hmm-lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6648127782877087107</id><published>2009-03-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:24:57.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i suddenly felt inspired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel, i've been wasting my life, my holidays. i've been relaxing too much man. my room, my house is in a MESS! and im like sleeping in a rubbish bin. it's so true when they say if you put a frog in a extremely hot boiling water, the frog will jump out immediately, but if you leave it in a pot of water that boils slowly, it'll sit in there and wont jump out. adapting to the heat slowly till the temperature rise and it'll just die in the heat. great analogy when you're relating it to the climate crisis. i got that from the movie "The Inconvenient Truth". sadly, it's not true! haha. just found out the truth, it's. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you throw a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will either die or else be so badly hurt it will wish that it were dead. If you put it in a pot of tepid water and turn on the heat, the frog will climb out -- if it can -- as soon as it gets uncomfortably warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to where i was saying. yea. wasting my time away, going out and going out. watching movies. today was a wake up call for me. ray called me, asking me if im a bookstore member like borders or kino member. no. i asked why. he say he wanna start reading up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was surfing the net, reading blogs. seen beautiful photographs. asked a friend "wow, this &lt;em&gt;so-and-so'&lt;/em&gt;s pictures not bad ah. how come ah"      (now come to think of it, what a dumb question)&lt;br /&gt;"cause they're good photographers what"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo sms-ed me if i wanna go ride. im like... wah lao, my bike so dirty after riding last time, got all the sand...have not washed. yucks! so sian to ride. and i still can't lift my front for 1 sec! so heavy. whats worst, i still have not get my freaking helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, i talked to my mum. she's telling me whats happening around blah blah blah. then comes to money matters. and really, im like thinking, what the hell have i been doing for the past 1 month. no cash coming in, all cash coming out. i blew alot of money this month. today, i felt so heart pain to even buy a $1.80 drink. i didn't buy it in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other people, fliters their pictures straight away, i still have thousands of pic from my last F1 work. now my com is lagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just a lazy fat ass girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6648127782877087107?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6648127782877087107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6648127782877087107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6648127782877087107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6648127782877087107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-suddenly-felt-inspired-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7211521852967662257</id><published>2009-03-13T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:47:21.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't see a doctor today. i just thought of giving myself one chance to recover myself. now, i still kinda feel like shit. my flu is coming back. mayb tml i shall finally listen and go see a doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was talking to dickson just now on msn. sharing how i feel that i can't trust anyone no more. for many years, i've really want a bestfriend. girl bestfriend i mean. a girl who do the things i do, thinks like me and all the other stuff. i've always ask god, am i abnormal? i think there's smth wrong with me when i realise im closer to guys only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i thought i could share everything with someone, they have to brake my trust. acting all weird and all. i hate it. i hate when people hide things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have (god)brothers, since sec sch, some close some not. din, firdaus, some i know they're family. like ray. glad to know, now i got another bro to my own personal family, the retard dickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SbqpZQHo3yI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DahlSuMCDTg/s1600-h/Image081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312744961725751074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SbqpZQHo3yI/AAAAAAAAAdg/DahlSuMCDTg/s200/Image081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! sorry dude, had to emphasis my point. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;retard&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, a blast from the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SbqpEYS2p4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dUODlI444sQ/s1600-h/Image185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312744603143022466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SbqpEYS2p4I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dUODlI444sQ/s200/Image185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats me on the right. :) goodnight my unknown readers!&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/348717252666791709-7211521852967662257?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7211521852967662257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6316531111174789925</id><published>2009-03-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:37:41.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a great day to ride actually. weather was good. didn't rain in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s i think you're a coward. or maybe im just curious to find out. ok no one got any idea what im talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6316531111174789925?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6316531111174789925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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im losing touch with all my friends. haiz. im so tired. i have no idea what am i doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, im very disappointed with myself. i chicken-ed out. aiyah. im just too scared to do anything lah. im scared of falling of my bike. im scared of losing control. every time i get on my bike, images of how i would fall and hit my head would flash through my mind. i could see how i would break my bones and how i can never walk again. hai scary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats not the point. today, hai. can't believe for a second time, i didn't do it. the last time, i promised myself, ok the next chance i get, i would go for it. i guess today when i went there, i see the rest of the people, having like groups of friends with them, supporting them. and i just felt... so discouraged. whats more, i saw a pretty ang mo girl over there too. aiyooooo win oraydae lah. how can i compete with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the guy over in the tamp trail said "ang mo jiu si ang mo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-814620595948399414?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/814620595948399414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=814620595948399414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/814620595948399414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/814620595948399414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-feel-im-losing-touch-with-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4255637221403435385</id><published>2009-02-27T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:08:49.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are finally over. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im just like thinking alot for the past few days. thinking..missing those days. i wonder if i'll ever truly feel happy. and being loved by someone. i wonder if i can find anyone whom i can really click and talk well with. my other half. haiz..i guess i gotta wait and see. yawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like so envious of my friend. she's like been with this guy..whom i, in fact everyone, could see that he love her so much. they got together during sec sch. and broke up...a major break up. everyone thought that it was the end..during that time..i think ge got together with another girl..blah blah..and then!.he fought for her again. like so damn hard...never giving up. omg. for like months? years? i dunno.and now, they're happily together. dunno how many years. i could even imagine them being married tgt luh. their love for each other is so strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i wonder how does that feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s trying to make me jealous? ain't working dude.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4255637221403435385?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4255637221403435385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tell me why i gotta heavy heart mama. save me mum. i don't like this feelin'. keep me warm and close to your heart. don't leave me ok mama? please?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i just need you to share with me everything. without me asking. i need you to express your thoughts. i guess i feel so shaky because you're not telling me enough. yes. not enough. im so scare of squeezing you too hard. maybe i should let go..completely...be free.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"your eyes, the look, the thoughts you had going through the back of your mind. i can feel it..but it's not spoken in your words. why is it so. why isn't it express out. why is it forgotten. that my love, worries me. and thats the poison that give strength to the thing that is making me tired and weak."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone take my hand, and bring me to somewhere i can relax and feel that i can have something. have something that truly belongs to me. me. have something that has my name carved on it even if it's in the hands of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6649872311300574570?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6649872311300574570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6649872311300574570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6649872311300574570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6649872311300574570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/mama-tell-me-why-i-gotta-heavy-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1968498959206240442</id><published>2009-02-18T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:41:03.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is dying. i try to update it as often as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;mos burger eat. novena, waraku and durian! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday&lt;br /&gt;i bought a sunflower today, cause it's sunflower day. ok lame. haha. met with ah liu and dickson. then we spilt tried to get my helmet. haiz. dine at tcc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday&lt;br /&gt;went to ride in the morning. i fell. so unglam. went home in the evening. i got freakin sunburn-t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednessday (today)&lt;br /&gt;stayed home whole day today. didn't even study :( had my tutu kueh! :) love it alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1968498959206240442?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1968498959206240442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1968498959206240442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1968498959206240442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1968498959206240442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3838894898674652883</id><published>2009-02-15T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T10:03:56.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13 FEB&lt;br /&gt;the day i got my chio bu! haha. yang and dickson called me siao and crazy coz i wasn't like..hype up and stuff. haha i rmb i was like expressionless while i watch my bike being mount on the car by kor and the mechanic and dickson was saying "eh why you like not excited all. im so happy leh! look at that friggin chio thing!!! "&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh..&lt;br /&gt;haha and i still can go watch movie after that. normal people would ride it everyday. mayb it's bcoz i've seen it so many times? aiyah. but anyways! haha i did like ate my breakfast and meals in front of it. :P admiring it at home. (giggles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzAMLP2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/B5enqHcYcnk/s1600-h/Image155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081796429889378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzAMLP2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/B5enqHcYcnk/s200/Image155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzAOnuvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fh1OsE94dMY/s1600-h/Image158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081796440144626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzAOnuvI/AAAAAAAAAb4/fh1OsE94dMY/s200/Image158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUynAGvGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7_IeM3VRDBY/s1600-h/Image159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081789668375650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUynAGvGI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7_IeM3VRDBY/s200/Image159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14 FEBvalentine's day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy V day to all! today went to tune my bike downstairs my block then met up with yang and noel. wahhhh omg...1st time riding the trail. just rollin only luh. but OMGGG i didn't expect it to be so fast! omggggggggggg so exciting! towards the end my kar suan liao. cannot clear. haha! but...woots...fun man! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went church in the morning. and shop.came back with a surprise! hahagot a bike stand, headlight and most importantly...hello singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVL9jqYuI/AAAAAAAAAco/_zap_UF4xkE/s1600-h/Image162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082225219822306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVL9jqYuI/AAAAAAAAAco/_zap_UF4xkE/s200/Image162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a friggin TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLmEcbYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7XDL0wyyn5Q/s1600-h/Image161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082218914868610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLmEcbYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7XDL0wyyn5Q/s200/Image161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bike stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is possible bcoz of my kor. :) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok random pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLhpKNuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QGPh8hWyn-g/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082217726686946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLhpKNuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QGPh8hWyn-g/s200/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hand milk tea. saw this when i went out with clara, dick and clara's friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzS2RS5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Gg5t-WqWl_o/s1600-h/Image128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081801438284690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzS2RS5I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/Gg5t-WqWl_o/s200/Image128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now all cars have like really cool decals!&lt;br /&gt;shld our bikes be like that??? *grins!* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzU63z0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/qhKypfpNaak/s1600-h/Image095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303081801994456898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzU63z0I/AAAAAAAAAcI/qhKypfpNaak/s200/Image095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLy7895I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wmFp-O6lN6k/s1600-h/Image156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082222368913298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLy7895I/AAAAAAAAAc4/wmFp-O6lN6k/s200/Image156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLwt_W8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/M6-FQEWxsLE/s1600-h/Image157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082221773478850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVLwt_W8I/AAAAAAAAAcw/M6-FQEWxsLE/s200/Image157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute right?? haha i want that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways..my future bikes? ahh..enjoy my LG 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVilLq9gI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aq7H8C4ao4o/s1600-h/Image115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082613813736962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVilLq9gI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aq7H8C4ao4o/s200/Image115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVihaJb1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/4cIZ9Pc9Pys/s1600-h/Image114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303082612800712530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhVihaJb1I/AAAAAAAAAdA/4cIZ9Pc9Pys/s200/Image114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3838894898674652883?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3838894898674652883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3838894898674652883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3838894898674652883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3838894898674652883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/13-march-day-i-got-my-chio-bu-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SZhUzAMLP2I/AAAAAAAAAcA/B5enqHcYcnk/s72-c/Image155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8818200379480682288</id><published>2009-02-11T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T05:02:28.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very very long never blog. time pass VERY fast. maybe because i've been busy?&lt;br /&gt;late nights make me tired. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;it's been one year. i cannot believe. one freakin year. don't know if you'll read this, but you know i love you. a really best best funny friend. i miss the times. can't wait to meet up with you. i hope we'll always be there for each other, through thick and thin, through heart aches and break ups. i hope to grow up with you. and lastly, i hope to kick your arrogant ass! :P&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my this sem is gonna suck so badly. sian lah. gpa sure sure confirm guarantee plus chop drop to 2.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate at sugarloaf today. woohoo. met this cute waiter. i merely said to my friend i want a flower and this cute waiter overheard and he said "you want a flower? hold on ah.." then he was like carryin dirty dishes with his one hand..balancing it. while he use the other hand to grab a flower from the counter and gave it to me with his memesrising eyes. i was blushing! he friends was like "cheh bah!"(giggles!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UT ended damn fast. an hr. now im in cc. getting a biger brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s Do you do things just for attention, or because you really wanna do it? Do you buy something just to get attention or do you get it for the passion? how old are you and you still want attention?  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s p.s the jealousy and hatred and envy is getting to me. i can't take it. what should i do? i need to be stronger...again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.s p.s p.s!!! my brother is crazy! ironhorse?? i hope my kor got a solution for me. or help me buy my bike. hehe! *hint* *hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8818200379480682288?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8818200379480682288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8818200379480682288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8818200379480682288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8818200379480682288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-very-long-never-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6950655453821160237</id><published>2009-02-02T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:45:07.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwhXI9bPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EHCeK0XHUq4/s1600-h/2552698706_ef6f9104d2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298256836330089714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwhXI9bPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EHCeK0XHUq4/s200/2552698706_ef6f9104d2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwhLYwGxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SlCzNZbunas/s1600-h/2586071566_d69f43aa92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298256833175100178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwhLYwGxI/AAAAAAAAAbg/SlCzNZbunas/s200/2586071566_d69f43aa92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have no freakin idea how much i want this pretty bike. but bloody hell, im too short and there's no standover clearance for me.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was it you know..the deisgn..everything..perfect..ARGHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( im really sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish im rich and cannondale can do a custom bike for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwePwCVEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YwDLz4XUi5o/s1600-h/n724506919_1602388_1418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298256782806897730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwePwCVEI/AAAAAAAAAbY/YwDLz4XUi5o/s200/n724506919_1602388_1418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken in taiwan airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/348717252666791709-6950655453821160237?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6950655453821160237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6950655453821160237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6950655453821160237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6950655453821160237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-have-no-freakin-idea-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SYcwhXI9bPI/AAAAAAAAAbo/EHCeK0XHUq4/s72-c/2552698706_ef6f9104d2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6839596859627398359</id><published>2009-01-19T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:57:52.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i had to leave, escape. leave everything and run away. cos i hate feeling that way. this feeling. i hate it. yes, i figured i do bottle my feelings up. cos no one will get me. no one will understand. no matter how close you think we are, we're not. cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; lost you. you belong to someone else now. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; here, standing alone, fighting alone, surviving alone. when i see you, i see her. and i hate feeling jealous. i wanna just run the other direction and be alone, for now. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not blogged abt my taiwan trip. have not blog frequently. so much things happening. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6839596859627398359?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6839596859627398359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6839596859627398359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6839596859627398359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6839596859627398359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-to-leave-escape.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6227367900819060951</id><published>2009-01-14T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:35:59.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am so dead lah. got a quiz and have not studied. need to finish up my stupid survey. thanks kabi! haha called him up like freaking 3 am wile he's in camp. so damn funny. we were both talking real soft! im still not done with my survey an it's now 4.30. don't need sleep man. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor kabi, need wake up in half hr time. sorry dude!! lol. but THANK YOUUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6227367900819060951?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6227367900819060951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6227367900819060951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6227367900819060951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6227367900819060951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-dead-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2933780225881057179</id><published>2009-01-09T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:05:27.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"today was one of my most emo days. i had to put on a mask (facade). i think the hardest thing to do is to pretend to be happy when actually im hurting so much inside.&lt;br /&gt;i saw her today. and it made me think of you and of how i should leave. i love you so much that for your own good, i had to leave. saw this guy who looked so much like you. with his gf. back to her. cannot man. i really hate feeling jealous. it's history repeating itself. let me go.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna be alone tonight. walked back to school with kaixin. oh no, i meant walked to the bus stop to take the bus back to tp.&lt;br /&gt;took a stroll in the park, crossed road without looking. i think i almost had an accident again. i wonder when will my luck run out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need to fall out of love with you. i need to be stronger.. leave me and let me try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2933780225881057179?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2933780225881057179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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never blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just too lazy. but now, im totally inspire to say smth. was looking at this bike sale at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chainreactioncycles.com/"&gt;http://www.chainreactioncycles.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauu nuaaa ah!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *drools!* now i wish i got my bike like early early. full face 661 helmet..and fullfinger gloves...wahhh poison!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nono, not bcoz of the bike that inspired me to blog. it's bcoz it reminds me of smth. and i feel i should not let jealousy take over me. i hate myself whenever i feel jealous. like i have no reason to, but i just do. damn irritating. im really angry (at myself) whenever i feel that way abt certain things. :( it's something very hard for me to change. i guess it's just me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im trying...im trying... very hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2780079348105409422</id><published>2008-12-17T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:30:21.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright now..2.15. offically packed finish. rather excited now. wondering what awaits man... oh man, confirm i look like marshmellow. my brother was like "sure you forget smth and i have to go mustafa (24hrs) now to get it for you. sure one. sure. im just waiting only." =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clara and yawen, SORRY for being so irritating today! keepin asking you guys abt jackets and stuff. haha! xoxo! but thanks for accompanying me! esp clara, at the last part im still asking abt jackets! hahaha! thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To liu ying, THANK YOU for the sms i receive! din wanan reply you, coz scare you sleepin already! :D will miss ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To alvin, THANKS FOR THE LENS! i will so take good care of it. promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dickson, woa..thanks for lending me your jackets and your point&amp;amp;shoot. haha look like a dslr but WAY WAY lighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO everyone! see ya guys aftr x'mas! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s love ya bro! *hugs* xoxo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2780079348105409422?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2780079348105409422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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quite late on monday. rushed to orchard to pay for the fees. then shopped at marina square, taka, bugis street. the crowd was terrible! had dinner at macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, mum cooked lunch and took off day shop with me. went to bugis....uncle mike...wah tml still got lots of things to do. shty. lots of shoppin to do! hopefully i can pack tonight...and tml..just double check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7849137634400720469?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7849137634400720469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7849137634400720469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laughin&lt;/span&gt; at my stupid jokes. i miss knowing i got you when everything falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is giving me problems. family nagging at me. seriously hope &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;x'mas&lt;/span&gt; will be good. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it'll be my like ending bonus for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nvm&lt;/span&gt; no one gets my pathetic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bimbo-tic&lt;/span&gt; rantings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8592177730814417849?l=little-lingz.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-348717252666791709.post-7787003920112108709</id><published>2008-12-14T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:10:57.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yesterday, watch 3d movie..bolt. i didn't know the bank closed at 3.30! damn. dad told me was 4.00. bluff me nia. haiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today,woke up damn early for morning mass. then went for x'mas partehhh for the poor. watched 3d movie again. =.= and walked ard orchard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss the lights in orchard. wished i could just sit there..hear all the rah rah noises.. watch china people pushing each other.. soak in the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really die already lah. i need to do so much things. so much stress. im now questioning my moves. did i make the right choice. coz i ain't very pump up in going overseas. :(&lt;br /&gt;tml...lonely day ah. sianz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will this x'mas be sucky, again? :( i hope to spend it with my closest close friends man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7787003920112108709?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7787003920112108709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7787003920112108709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7787003920112108709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7787003920112108709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/12/yesterday-watch-3d-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3147591453003319733</id><published>2008-12-12T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:48:25.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>very long never blog. im so hungry now. well, hmmm have been going out these few WEEKS! dinner outside with vc. botak jonessss one day pleaseeeee. and im missing chiwawa wrap too. i really don't have much time already. need to shop for my stuff. this time really die already luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so...luan leh. haiz. film? digital? point N shoot? how how how.... im guessing im ending up with no cam at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i watched the collective - seasons. wooots man. need to ride luh. need a bike! hand and arms and legs damn itchy! ride ride ride ride rideeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went lnt yesterday night. :( din get to try on any bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did lots of things over the whole weeks. but i can't remember. only know, it was THE best weeks of my life. :) lots of laughter, lots of fun. now comes the really stressful part. i really got lots of things to think abt you know!! arghhhhdsofsduifs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3147591453003319733?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3147591453003319733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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feel, so sian. i feel scared. i feel so alone. i feel...i need to do something exciting. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;aiyah, i need you. i need to feel i have you. :( im so selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel, so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. stop it geraldine. stop drowning yourself in sorrow and start acting! make your life happier! make yourself happier! buck up geraldine! yes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-582210692369894068?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/582210692369894068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=582210692369894068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/582210692369894068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/582210692369894068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/12/exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-1262746839725653113</id><published>2008-12-08T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:55:52.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e mb like nothing much to study right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;YAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;how come ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like so little!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't knowwww&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;im freakin scared luh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;coz during the last lec..she say cut down some chapters&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;thats why i feel so little stuff to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;hmm till 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;eyy&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;i damn scared luhh&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;i not yet start&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;quite slack right?&lt;br /&gt;u see so little to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;YAHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;den so much time&lt;br /&gt;till 5pm tmr&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;YEA YEA exactly!!&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;omgggg&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;mind reader luh you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling e same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;oh noooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;okok i think.....i will sleep and tml then start!&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;eh start at 5 right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahas&lt;br /&gt;me too&lt;br /&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;wahh good luck man&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;good luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1262746839725653113?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1262746839725653113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1262746839725653113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1262746839725653113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/1262746839725653113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-e-mb-like-nothing-much-to-study.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6009568000118405920</id><published>2008-12-08T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:44:43.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think when im scared and stress, i eat alot. im so hungry! all i can think of is botak jones, astons, botak jones, steak, pasta salad, ice cream, tom's, startbucks!!, rasberry!, white chocolate!...help~~ can't concentrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really scared! i don't know why, it's just a freaking mid sem. i guess i feel so unprepared and... lazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wished i know someone is there if everything falls apart. wished i know i have someone. wished im really selfish. wished have to someone all to myself. wished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6009568000118405920?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6009568000118405920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6009568000118405920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6009568000118405920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6009568000118405920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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playin in the morning. (the previous night, i talked abt how ghostbuster's toys were cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best of all was suan's birthday. this party wasn't a failure after all. everything went as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SUAN!&lt;/span&gt; i had fun. thanks to sharon for the booking of the place and clara too! and everyone, everyone made it special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/STbOyjVmT8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/4TtkHXs3Q3Y/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275631381385727938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/STbOyjVmT8I/AAAAAAAAAbI/4TtkHXs3Q3Y/s200/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&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/348717252666791709-8284098543900124518?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' 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won't face everything alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of this, it's another i promise myself, not to let anyone feels the same sucky way as i do.&lt;br /&gt;one of my worst fear is people treating me differently because of other people, im so scared of losing my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s your assurance right now, means the world to me. i hope things stays the way it is right now&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-1563408592489060667?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/1563408592489060667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=1563408592489060667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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to know that soemone is actually praying for you every night. wow. wow. i know it sounds very fake, but i seriously do pray for you too. :) every night, when i talk to the big man, i think of you, all of you guys. wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s p/s: im like a little girl smiling right now. will sleep with a smile tonight and bunny in my arms. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2736138625896569083?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2736138625896569083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2736138625896569083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2736138625896569083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2736138625896569083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-really-scared-for-future.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6045915688662186836</id><published>2008-11-27T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:30:43.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't say fuck so many times in my life. fuck it. this whole week totatlly sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6045915688662186836?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6045915688662186836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6045915688662186836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6045915688662186836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6045915688662186836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-havent-say-fuck-so-many-times-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3645820551388913234</id><published>2008-11-23T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T08:59:46.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't wait to see my develop 120mm b&amp;amp;w on tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3645820551388913234?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3645820551388913234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3645820551388913234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3409246323859205827?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3409246323859205827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3409246323859205827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3409246323859205827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3409246323859205827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-hate-going-home.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2285020369547193848</id><published>2008-11-18T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:17:07.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate to have to freaking think of a 'proper' way to please you. everything i do, everything i say,is wrong to you. wth. i cannot take this shit from you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg..im gonna be like..the you know who...the sensitive girl who can't stand on her feet and who wants to be spoon fed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know me. stop thinking as if you know me very well. cause you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was telling a friend, i was angry but i don't how to express myself in a way that people will understand. they just won't understand. no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahh damn emo luh me.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2285020369547193848?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2285020369547193848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2285020369547193848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2285020369547193848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2285020369547193848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/at-cc-now.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-5944893975947826112</id><published>2008-11-16T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:26:03.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just heard this song on mtv called "geraldine"! im serious...&lt;br /&gt;the found the band name. Glasvegas. there were also another two songs by different band/people singing songs entitled "geraldine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cool is that. let me find it on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i only found the Glasvegas-Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMNNDINCFHg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMNNDINCFHg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other one is by Ian Dury &amp;amp; The Blockhead. couldn't find the video. but the song goes like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre&lt;br /&gt;If she didn't exist I'd have to invent her&lt;br /&gt;There isn't any secret to my frequent visits&lt;br /&gt;It's the way she makes them and they're all exquisite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre&lt;br /&gt;I'm enamoured of the magic of her fresh polenta&lt;br /&gt;My temperature rises and my pulses quicken&lt;br /&gt;When she gets cracking with the coronation chicken&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's much more to life than the physical side&lt;br /&gt;And I should put these thoughts on hold&lt;br /&gt;But when she buttering my baguette&lt;br /&gt;My blood runs hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with the person in the sandwich centre&lt;br /&gt;I'm living for the moment that I next frequent her&lt;br /&gt;In beauty's eyes beholding my inamorata&lt;br /&gt;As she works her wonders on a dried tomato&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's much more to life than the sensual side&lt;br /&gt;And the spiritual should come first&lt;br /&gt;But when she's buttering my baguette&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to burst&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, that's the nicest badge I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, you make the world seem fresh and clean&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine, G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah..if my boyfriend did a song for me..i'll would really be touched man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last one is..french.. haha so forget it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-5944893975947826112?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/5944893975947826112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=5944893975947826112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5944893975947826112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/5944893975947826112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/omgg.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8917938099605166064</id><published>2008-11-16T10:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:05:44.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok update my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday: watched the coffin with sharon, dickson and yawen. alvin and suan watch that stupid stupid extremely boring show Quantum Of Solace. 6 bucks at cathy. not bad ey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday: went chinatown. had subway. saw that cutie again. hehe. talked about secondary school games etc. talked till the subway people were like chasing us? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wed: i didn't have class. but i forgot what did i do. i tihnk i went for 1st ave? then ate with mel and nessa. we walked under the rain. all the way to century sqaure. shopped abit. then i went to meet clara, yawen and dickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday: i remember this day. coz of U-theater. went back to 1st ave after that. i hate that day. i wasn't feeling too well. very confused especially. and to make it worst, the song played in 1st ave was "satisfaction... satisfaction.." some irritating techno song. uncle sam fetched me and dickson to tamp mall. i went toy shopping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET ME TELL YOU READERS OUT THERE! it's really damn hard to buy kids toy ok! trust me! i remember, it was like around...8.30? lucky we din eat dinner or else we won't have time to choose a proper present! we choose a freakin present from like 8.30 to the time when toy'r'us is closing. thats how long we took. so confusing i tell you....*faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday: ccn! still ahd to go abck 1st ave. me and wayne. i end up alone cutting words. when suddenly there was a fight again. i guess everyone was shocked. i was taken by surprise. but din bother to do anything except to protect my bag. what can i do man. i went back to the 'danger zone' to take my bag and continue cutting my stuff beside them (the fighting grp). i was standing and cutting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that.. after ccn.. went opposite to eat with sharon, clara, yawen, alex and dickson. wasn't hungry coz of the 'lunch' i had with suan nick and jojo. tomato soup with fish and chips. YUMMYYY!! went to white sands with clara and dickson. bought wrapping papers! yays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday: went to cousin's baby boy birthday. quite fun. the fun part was when my uncle 'found out' im into photography. hopefully in the future, like really far future.. will have lobang for weddings(?). or shoot with my uncle and get paid. i was really damn hyped the whole time! very excited. :D :D discounts!! :D :D brought my holga that day, with flash. my heart damn pain everytime i click that shutter. hopefully, my pictures will turn out fine. really pray leh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet my juniors. harh. no comments. quite fun when william came. pang sai zhua! oh watch that stupid and boring show, Quantum Of Solace! waste my 10.50 ok! i nearly fell asleep! 1st time in my life i wanna sleep in the theaters. it's like one moment he's walking, the next, he's driving in some car in another country. wth! every scene there's a car. he always got a car with him. borling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday : went church. met with ah liu. went downtown movie and salad in the theater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: check out dickson blog for that really touching clip. during church the priest showed us this. could hear people like crying behind me during mass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so creepy. look at the evil eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SSBtg7JyBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IoAYCYFMAzA/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269331976425440978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SSBtg7JyBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IoAYCYFMAzA/s200/Image074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this guy on the train. i thought he's hate was cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SSBtgWzTrAI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Jb9F1OYeI_8/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269331966667500546" style="WIDTH: 150px; 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&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/348717252666791709-8917938099605166064?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8917938099605166064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8917938099605166064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8917938099605166064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8917938099605166064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-update-my-week.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SSBtg7JyBtI/AAAAAAAAAbA/IoAYCYFMAzA/s72-c/Image074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3384936781902985</id><published>2008-11-16T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T00:51:56.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tracy Chapman says:&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like you're in deep shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you so much. it's so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;i got stuff to do and im craving for han's peach tart, a mac drink, gong gong, CRAB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s: bro got me a adidas bag. really...weird looking. for laptops. rightttt i don't carry my laptop to school loh. a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nyone wants?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s FILM CAMERAS!! :D :D damn excited and hyped up yesterday. until i met the mood killers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3384936781902985?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3384936781902985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3384936781902985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3384936781902985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3384936781902985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/tracy-chapman-says-it-sounds-like-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3674426998894921709</id><published>2008-11-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T09:13:30.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't know decorating 1st ave was kinda fun! enjoyed myself. i was really happy the whole day today! ok kind of luh. my B-A-L-L-S~~~ ok nvm. anyway, i think it's because i had enough of sleep? thats why im more active. doing childish tihngs at 1st ave. haha. also i bought myself a mango tank top. haha. made me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until on the way backk.....&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you start your long winded-ness. i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was tryin to control all the way home. long ago, i've been telling you everything, all my stupid stories, all my views, everything. now, the one thing i need to say out, i can't. i can't tell a story about you to you. haha. doesn't make sense. so much of these shit happening around me. i just wanna ignore. i can't be bother to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't take it anymore. i need to get a drink. thought it will cool me down. but it only made me wanna pee. too much water. anyway, i decided to walk home. walked half way already, changed my mind, take a bus back instead. haha. cause it was kinda creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very pai sey, everyone at the bustop and those people waiting for the bus at the interchange knew i was like troubled! coz i tried to hide my face, away from the crowd, watery eyes mah. actually, i was sitting at the interchange. didn't wanna go home. but there were too much "dark chocolate m&amp;amp;ms" walking around. so "walked" home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at that point, i really wished i was a guy. ok what a weird thing to wish for but really. 12) guys ah..go toliet damn easy lah can. puhhhh. 2) best of all, guys... can go to the park and relax without having to worry about flashers or creepy people or rapist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss being outside. the cool breeze. i hate going back home so early.  i hate that i don't have my midnight brother anymore. i hate the white sands macdonald! why aren't they 24 hrs!&lt;br /&gt;if it's 24 hrs, im so gonna sit outside till morning luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s : i feel so bad. ask people go get a drink when they're going home. and worst of all, i never really say anything! so sorry! pai sey pai sey.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s p/s : right now, who can i really talk to. tonight i finally understand when people says they don't know who they can approach. seriously. like no one. no one fits the bill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3674426998894921709?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3674426998894921709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3674426998894921709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3674426998894921709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3674426998894921709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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what happen already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-doing stupid drawings. drawings of our store displays for x'mas. theme is "magical x'mas". so recently we had a class disussion about which idea to take and start doing and it seems (at first) like uncle sam don't really get our idea and was in support of the "zen"/ japanese-like idea from other group. lucky i sort of "shouted" saying it's not magical enough etc and explained my group's idea. also lucky there's my classmate who's at our side commenting that idea was boring. *giggles* so uncle sam finally drop that orginal idea and happily go along with ideas from my group and others. and somehow i end up being the project leader of my group... :( not very keen on that.. so ma fun.... yawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-drooling over this really cool running shoes. really light weight too! haha and we also thought of stealing it! *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watching that extremely funny movie tropic thunder! laugh my ass off! it was abit confusing though. oh and dickson screamed like a girl! LOL. and the ticketing people over there (bugis) were freaky!! eeekkks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going simpang and my burger took very long to come. and that night..no chiwawa wrap :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going aston to eat with noel and dickson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-at 1st ave sorting out the bags with justin and wayne. i remember stealing some stickers to haha paste somewhr. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going chinatown with noel jojo alvin dickson. we end up eating dinner nia. cause the shops all close by then. ate red ruby and xiao long bao. purposely did the china accent to the lady. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-going to the lomo gallery. haha saw all the lca. and there was this funny lomo cam! so cutee. i don't know how to describe. haha. i remember walking all the way to plaza sing. :( damn tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the next day jojo's dinner! in the afternoon, went to meet yawen at triple D. the plan was to go chinatown. happen to meet suan dick noel too! went to a few motorbike shop..they look for googles. then we spilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in chinatown we met like weirdos luh.. one guy with pony tail..and the other wearing some funny i love..smth shirt..you'll see the pic below....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at jojo's place. it was fun! the food was good. (smiles at the veges) the company was great! i remember janice was laughing all the way while i was tellign her "ey it's your group turn! stop laughing! hahaha" and sharon's kidney lump. LOL loveeeeee everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my joint and bones ain't doing so well. my hip there still hurts once in awhile. and nowadays my right arm, hurts like hell! it's like a 1 one min of pain then ok liao. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURESSSS.&lt;br /&gt;my birthday beanie from ray.. :D and holga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwZd0xpGI/AAAAAAAAATI/lrm4rxNCaYI/s1600-h/IMG-5040.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwZd0xpGI/AAAAAAAAATI/lrm4rxNCaYI/s1600-h/IMG-5040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266731503293932642" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwZd0xpGI/AAAAAAAAATI/lrm4rxNCaYI/s200/IMG-5040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwY2h9g3I/AAAAAAAAATA/K6f1OmLGwzY/s1600-h/IMG-4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwY2h9g3I/AAAAAAAAATA/K6f1OmLGwzY/s1600-h/IMG-4850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266731492746036082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwY2h9g3I/AAAAAAAAATA/K6f1OmLGwzY/s200/IMG-4850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvW8F_ffI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CcptfoofzEQ/s1600-h/IMG-5017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWoepD9I/AAAAAAAAASw/3vW3G1y9oQ0/s1600-h/IMG-4992.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA retard picture coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWqMgjvI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZTmWQkI0Ww/s1600-h/IMG-4963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266730355563466482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWqMgjvI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZTmWQkI0Ww/s200/IMG-4963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWqMgjvI/AAAAAAAAASo/AZTmWQkI0Ww/s1600-h/IMG-4963.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my idiotic bro trying to play guitar on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWRo5r1I/AAAAAAAAASg/D3lPocTNO8g/s1600-h/IMG-4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWRo5r1I/AAAAAAAAASg/D3lPocTNO8g/s1600-h/IMG-4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266730348971667282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWRo5r1I/AAAAAAAAASg/D3lPocTNO8g/s200/IMG-4894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dickson intro me this super super fun karaoke thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWVFuYQI/AAAAAAAAASY/pCIzynPPN2E/s1600-h/karaoke3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWVFuYQI/AAAAAAAAASY/pCIzynPPN2E/s1600-h/karaoke3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266730349897867522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWVFuYQI/AAAAAAAAASY/pCIzynPPN2E/s200/karaoke3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bags from 1st ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1MzmeXKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-hRF34n5YZQ/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736783359368354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1MzmeXKI/AAAAAAAAAUw/-hRF34n5YZQ/s200/Image059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this at chinatown with yawen yesterday! SUPER COOL! im so gonna buy that for my house next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1M8MfYPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KjYhDMFJ-o0/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736785666302194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1M8MfYPI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KjYhDMFJ-o0/s200/Image065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some weirdo wearing this.......funny looking shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1MJKS2YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pmcpRkbwXcA/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736771966884226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1MJKS2YI/AAAAAAAAAUg/pmcpRkbwXcA/s200/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my puppy last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0-JJOYtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b0pTKPbMdJM/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736531444228818" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0-JJOYtI/AAAAAAAAAUY/b0pTKPbMdJM/s200/Image052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; cute rightt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc09_MWfYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SceejYr4g28/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736528772988290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc09_MWfYI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/SceejYr4g28/s200/Image055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc09ezTQnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/v1zb3gWOGpk/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736520077984370" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc09ezTQnI/AAAAAAAAAUI/v1zb3gWOGpk/s200/Image058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kitten in tp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc08_95TDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LRU8XKBVoB4/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736511800921138" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc08_95TDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/LRU8XKBVoB4/s200/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the menu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc08QNmpgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xhu-OgUpeIc/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736498981905922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc08QNmpgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/xhu-OgUpeIc/s200/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;below the picture...looks carefully..my name!! :D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lr0qzyI/AAAAAAAAATw/xwd7vQBX6wA/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736111256522530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lr0qzyI/AAAAAAAAATw/xwd7vQBX6wA/s200/Image031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;naight safari. jojo and suan. i blinded them by my handphone flash. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lQ-hu1I/AAAAAAAAATo/Nbld_3AbMh4/s1600-h/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736104050113362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lQ-hu1I/AAAAAAAAATo/Nbld_3AbMh4/s200/Image032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suan, marian, alfred and delia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lLJyOeI/AAAAAAAAATg/LqPALlXcfAQ/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736102486718946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0lLJyOeI/AAAAAAAAATg/LqPALlXcfAQ/s200/Image033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on halloween, i saw this dude walking around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to camwhore myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0kmjIakI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CpnmRhtYPLI/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736092660918850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0kmjIakI/AAAAAAAAATQ/CpnmRhtYPLI/s200/Image044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but cannot do it..so my friend helped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0k6fMqtI/AAAAAAAAATY/kcowcAOvJ3c/s1600-h/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736098013129426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc0k6fMqtI/AAAAAAAAATY/kcowcAOvJ3c/s200/Image045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i look weird man. too excited. thats why smile until liek that. hahaha. unglam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my birthday, taught jie how to shoot this. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvW8F_ffI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CcptfoofzEQ/s1600-h/IMG-5017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266730360367971826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvW8F_ffI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CcptfoofzEQ/s200/IMG-5017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWoepD9I/AAAAAAAAASw/3vW3G1y9oQ0/s1600-h/IMG-4992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266730355102650322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcvWoepD9I/AAAAAAAAASw/3vW3G1y9oQ0/s200/IMG-4992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTLY....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1NGm21MI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M1o0K52K2wI/s1600-h/Image049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266736788461245634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRc1NGm21MI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M1o0K52K2wI/s200/Image049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niceee??? look like ah-ma ah? hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 am now. shall sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;david sides. the piano version of tomi plattatusosaifsdlaiusf. damn bloody talented. arghhhh. opps i mean...yayys!! =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s craving for han's peach tart! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s p/s i mayb celebrating (half of) my christmas eve on the plane! :( so much for carolling..murhurrr&lt;/em&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7750122061821246044?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7750122061821246044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7750122061821246044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7750122061821246044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7750122061821246044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/overview.html' title='overview'/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRcwZd0xpGI/AAAAAAAAATI/lrm4rxNCaYI/s72-c/IMG-5040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2742588851246125643</id><published>2008-11-06T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:01:54.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel i've just taken one step forward to step up and fight for justice! ok not so kua zhang. but i guess i've realise im bold enough to, in lay's man term "talk back" to certain people. people whom im don't care if you like me or not. ya i end up wasting my energy typing to you what you can do to improve and correct it yourself. and in the end, you ask me to do it and send back to you. thanks ah..i waste my time telling you nicely how to improve your/our work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i did it.)&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;sure no prob. but next time don't make me say out what i think and then make me edit it.&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;just send and ask to edit&lt;br /&gt;lingz - says:&lt;br /&gt;or else i waste my energy typing it all out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just pray i don't be a very direct and insensitive person. i was enlighten tonight. about the elephants in thailand. it's like so cruel and animals do have feelings you know. i wonder if there is anyone who actually pray to god for the animals.  i have to admit, im so caught up in praying for myself, my family and friends, and many other human-related important stuff that i forgot about the abused animals in the world. i believe, and im sure, gods knows, but i feel it would be nice if we just think of them in our prayers. :) don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-8857842446584594495</id><published>2008-11-05T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:51:19.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ccn is coming and don't know why but im really excited! maybe because i hope we can sell the film canister thing. many months back, i almost wanna get the 3 cm film canister earrings/necklace. but was too lazy to go through the stupid transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but only recently when suan yang mentioned that idea to me, it struck me to go back to the website and give it a second look. now im thinking to buy the necklace one. also, i've been thinking of all sorts of things too! like to buy and sell and set up my own online shop! mayb i should continue from where i've left off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show you guys last time what i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRHI7BxWWHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cu1zzWwV1iM/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265210355786078322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRHI7BxWWHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cu1zzWwV1iM/s200/DSCN4171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chey chey..nice or nottttttt. hahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s. i usually hate bird vomit, but this time, my mum's version of the bird's vomit is super nice and sweet. i went to the kitchen just now coz she force me to finish it all up. happy happy went kitchen. found out it was all gone. damnit! my dad and bro stole them! im so sian...no macafe drink...no vomit... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-8857842446584594495?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/8857842446584594495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=8857842446584594495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8857842446584594495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/8857842446584594495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/ccn-is-coming-and-dont-know-why-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SRHI7BxWWHI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Cu1zzWwV1iM/s72-c/DSCN4171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6196026582631879706</id><published>2008-11-04T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:39:24.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.. my mum asked me watch is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chnl&lt;/span&gt; 8 show. this episode is about this lady named Shin Na. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;singaporean&lt;/span&gt;. diagnosed cancer. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was like saying she's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; of dying etc etc. but one of the touching moments was when there was like these heart shaped cards. normally a kid give it to her mum like "mum, i love you, from blah blah" on the heart shaped card. this time it's "i love you, from mummy." oh man i don't know why but the "from mummy" part just made me...tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so weak. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not strong enough to handle these things. i saw her friend crying on that show, and her consoling the friend. i think the best was the ending. so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i reminded about how weak i am these few days? is something gonna happen? is it a sign that i should go back on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;prayin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;strengthing&lt;/span&gt; my faith? i pray for strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6196026582631879706?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6196026582631879706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6196026582631879706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6196026582631879706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6196026582631879706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4279238963982689820</id><published>2008-10-31T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:00:22.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've just type a wordy post on how pissed im feeling. how dissapointed. how angry i was just now. but decide not to post it as people will start questioning if it's who and who. see, thats another thing that adds on to my list of things i cannot do. these are things that stop me from being...free..happy go lucky..not worry about anything. i admire those people who can just relax with friends when going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i typed and delete..typed and delete.. so confused on what should i say. i feel i can't speak my mind anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope, the people around me, will stay. i don't ever want things to change. in the past, i've did things i shouldn't have and i almost lost my bestfriend. now things are really different and im really sad. regret actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-4279238963982689820?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4279238963982689820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4279238963982689820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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others? i really hope to share experiences and feelings with people and hope they too can open up to me, instead of keeping it inside. i don't like it when i know someone has problems or feelings bottled up inside and don't want to share. or just can't find the right moment to pour it out to someone. i know what it's like to not have your feelings said out loud. it's a very...heavy-chest feeling. so i hope no one feels that way. open up and share! im very sure the people around you would glad to help, i know i really would. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s oh no. i think i got some emotional problem. i can become very sad and tear alittle just by reading a very sad blog. :( i pray to god, i pray for everyone. i pray for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7212635771662816812?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7829434002931873717</id><published>2008-10-30T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:53:21.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on wed, went over to mum's work place for her signature for the taipei trip then rushed down to school to get my stupid passport picture. so pai sey. after that went shopping. apparently no one is going for dinner. ok nvm. gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok since everyone is posting about the funny things suan says, i had this conv with him few days back. at ard 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;haha. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;(i think suan won't wanna talk to us already. we post all these things. haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - (&lt;em&gt;sends pic of fiona xie's pic before plastic surgery&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - looks different, how come ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me - uglier right, plastic surgery loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - oh she did it on her face meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me - yes obviously..then where..on her butt ah, can see she got a nose job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - haha, i thought boobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me - hmm ya i think boobs also, her breast like too big for her ah, too fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - ya it's now 1 am and we're talking abt fiona xie's breast...good ah&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i wanna go sleep already when...&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - i think i heard sharon say....if fake ,when u slap them it wont really move ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me - ya i think thats one way, another way is when ..... (haha won't say here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - oh u also know how to tell the difference ?..ohh *winks!* okie dokay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;i was trying to change topic but&lt;/em&gt;..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suan - i wonder fake one .. got feeling anot&lt;br /&gt;suan - then like put those silcon bags inside..not heavy meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;what??!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - would you like to try *raise eyebrowns up &amp;amp; down very fast*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwNrmYRiX_o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BwNrmYRiX_o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anyone watched american's got talent yesterday, i think the James Gang was super duper cool! they took like 1920's songs and turn it into a mordern day hiphop/rap style but still contain the essence of the jazzy/swing feel. their style is totally unidue too! check them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzfP6PSxOYI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GzfP6PSxOYI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the video when i 1st notice The James Gang. the beginning was superb!! i was totally in love them them, but was dissapointed when they started the magic and too much stunts. :(&lt;br /&gt;i just love their singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBlKpemUW5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BBlKpemUW5g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7829434002931873717?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7829434002931873717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7829434002931873717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7829434002931873717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7829434002931873717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-since-everyone-is-posting-about.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-6535232162076007059</id><published>2008-10-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:55:32.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday went to evening church service. so freaking cold luh. shopped around at tm with mum then head over to ehub to meet nick suan and dick for movie. max payne. haha the sound effect and slow mo was really nice. can feel your lungs vibrating one. wah i spend 18 buck on a junk tee shirt luh.. die lah..i spend alot leh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night safari...i draw 30 bucks..&lt;br /&gt;watch movie..i draw another 30.&lt;br /&gt;today..i draw 40 bucks.. :(&lt;br /&gt;balance now around..20? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday spend 20 over on newyork newyork food. wah the video that we filmed was very funny! hahaha. dickson ate the super big burger until we can see the word defeated written all over his face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today attitude bikes. ikea. yawen nick dick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-6535232162076007059?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/6535232162076007059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=6535232162076007059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6535232162076007059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/6535232162076007059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-went-to-evening-church-service.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-4150490791341594029</id><published>2008-10-25T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T10:47:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so on wed morning called my mum on the phone, asking if my aunt can change her flight back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;s'pore&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aussy&lt;/span&gt;. but to my pleasant surprise (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not really surprise, i actually knew it), my folks encourage that i go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;taipei&lt;/span&gt;. kl is anytime can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;taipei&lt;/span&gt; it is! the land where i can't even pronounce the name properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mayb&lt;/span&gt; after i get back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;taipei&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; fly to kl. see my super pretty, very rich, very proud, very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;chio&lt;/span&gt; cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thurs&lt;/span&gt; i had my U-theater class. it was kinda fun! very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;kua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;zhang&lt;/span&gt;. i think it brings out the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;silliness&lt;/span&gt; in me! like how i behave at home. crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;, attended uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sam's&lt;/span&gt; tutorial. *sleeps* then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; to cc and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;makan&lt;/span&gt; as fast as i can with some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;vc&lt;/span&gt; peeps then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chiong&lt;/span&gt; to com skills. after that met &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;yawen&lt;/span&gt; outside library and we decide to go night safari! it was really fun. at the last part, when we were walking down the trail that made the people there screaming like monkeys, there were this two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ladyies&lt;/span&gt; who were so damn scared that they pushed me and i got scared by them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;luh&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;sat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;janis&lt;/span&gt; couldn't stop laughing. her laughter is super contagious i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SQQmzdORvnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZnTRNpfhRys/s1600-h/IMG-1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261372930135277170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SQQmzdORvnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZnTRNpfhRys/s200/IMG-1869.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/348717252666791709-4150490791341594029?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/4150490791341594029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=4150490791341594029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4150490791341594029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/4150490791341594029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/ok-so-on-wed-morning-called-my-mum-on.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Emx2fP9kPk/SQQmzdORvnI/AAAAAAAAASI/ZnTRNpfhRys/s72-c/IMG-1869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-3954189272265707417</id><published>2008-10-21T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:32:26.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man, now everyone has a bike. my heart just feel so pain whenever i start thinking abt spending my money on a bike. was riding nick's and dickson's bike yesterday night for awhile around l&amp;amp;t. omggg the feeling was soooo nice. i don't know why. it's like so smooth and easy to ride and so comfortable, so bouncy somemore. and all these years, during my secondary sch, i thought my chapalang "mountain bike" was da bomb man. woah ho ho...yea riight man&lt;br /&gt;im now thinking to psycho my mum to sponsor me half of my bike. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday com skills was....a blur to me. anyways, today's M.buying lecture, i was so darn sleepy. couldn't really listen properly. but i was wide awake when uncle sam start talking. LOL. i was so shock he's gonna teach us M.buying leh! oh i better check my timetable if he's my tutor or something. great ah..everyone knows about that and i still down there in the lt eyes big big watching uncle sam explaining stuff to us. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news. now that i know abt the buying trip, it clashes with the kl trip. now i gotta choose. kl or tapei. :( ya ya i can hear all of you readers saying in your heart "tapei lah! duhh.." but the thing is, i very long never see my cousin and im very excited to see their new giant rich ass house. oh and also mayb meet some aussy people. :) the other other other side of the family. mayb got hot guys? or who knows man, my cousin could be marrying that famous bike we saw last night. ahhh... (one in a million chance lah har. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how how. . . . . .  comfirmation by this friday. :( so little time to decide leh. was thinking of tapei, then that day return to s'pore, chiong to KL. stay ard 3/4 days, chiong back to s'pore on 25th dec, coz yeehooi is returning from down under on x'mas day. wow, sounds fun huh. i think this would be my ideal plan. hope everything works out well. worst come to worst, everyone go KL without me, or my family don't go KL, or everyone drive to KL 1st, then i spend stupid money to fly to KL. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've been talking too much. tonight, marks the night that my bro and me have been trying to make my mum undertsand something. hope everything will change for the better. and also, tonight was the night that hopefully i starting depending on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-3954189272265707417?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/3954189272265707417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=3954189272265707417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3954189272265707417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/3954189272265707417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-man-now-everyone-has-bike.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-2374493958766772080</id><published>2008-10-19T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:46:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nua&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; all these time. =( and now, it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wah&lt;/span&gt;-ha..canon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;photomarathon&lt;/span&gt; ah.. the some of the winning photos were like "what is this man!?" what? how can they win with that photo?! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;puhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the highlights for me was basically everything except the cracking our brain to think of what to shoot. many thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;liu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ying&lt;/span&gt; and her dad! and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;stanley&lt;/span&gt; for driving us back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;neo's&lt;/span&gt; machine is on the run again. :( we checked it out last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;night&lt;/span&gt; b4 going home, and it's on the loose again. don't know go where already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;should i change &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt;? or stick with what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; given? i think it's like another public speaking situation &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-2374493958766772080?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/2374493958766772080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=2374493958766772080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2374493958766772080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/2374493958766772080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-348717252666791709.post-7200178923481257173</id><published>2008-10-15T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T11:15:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tuesday and wednesday, i just nua at home&lt;br /&gt;i shall not waste any more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we were trying different things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were smoking funny things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making love out by the lake to our favorite song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing Sweet home Alabama all summer long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUaP7LoppGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uUaP7LoppGw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/348717252666791709-7200178923481257173?l=little-lingz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/feeds/7200178923481257173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=348717252666791709&amp;postID=7200178923481257173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7200178923481257173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/348717252666791709/posts/default/7200178923481257173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://little-lingz.blogspot.com/2008/10/tuesday-and-wednesday-i-just-nua-at.html' title=''/><author><name>LingZ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
