<?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-4253313858675787790</id><updated>2011-10-06T23:30:13.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CWL's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wanLING</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>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8498256246936580444</id><published>2011-04-13T20:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:51:57.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Silence kept us connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In a way that words never could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My dad made me realised how self-centered I've been. He came into my room to talked to me and I noticed this plaster on his arm so I asked if he went to donate blood. He said he went to the A&amp;amp;E this morning because he thought he had a heart-attack last night. At that split second, my heart stopped beating. Scenarios of losing him started flasing into my mind. What if he's gone one day, what would I do. He isn't a christian now so he can't just leave like that. And as I reflected, there's just too many regrets if he's gone like that. I hadn't spent much time with him lately. I felt like I'm just spending too much time with my friends, neglecting my family. My heart aches when I realised he spent his whole night clutching his heart enduring the pain, not even wanting to wake me up. Can't believe I'm crying as I'm typing this. God, please don't ever take my dad away from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once, he was my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8498256246936580444?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8498256246936580444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/04/silencekept-us-connected-in-way-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8498256246936580444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8498256246936580444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/04/silencekept-us-connected-in-way-that.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-1639280611995725213</id><published>2011-03-31T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:28:36.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fuming right now and I'm using my blog as a platform to rant my dismay and everything. I'm pissed, irritated with this bunch of church people. Firstly, I won't freaking be by my phone 24 hours a day. I need to freaking do my schoolwork so its common sense to throw my phone aside and concentrate. Next, I don't see a need to reply those texts when you guys already know I have school and still expect me to meet you guys to enjoy? I'm a freaking busy university student who has 300 freaking physic questions a week. I'm not like you all who are busy enjoying your life with no school. Can't you guys just be abit more understandable and considerate. Its not like I'm school-less now and have tons of free time. Seriously just freaking use your brain. Thirdly, I'm so obsessed with school work that I may have mislook your text so I may have forgotten to reply your text. Sometimes I even forget to reply my friend's text and they're okay with it so what make you guys think I have to reply every single text you guys sent me. Lastly, you guys are hypocrites. Any dismay, unhappiness just look for me, why must you guys never fail to complain everything to my cousin. I must say, thanks for pissing and ruining my day zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1639280611995725213?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1639280611995725213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-fuming-right-now-and-im-using-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1639280611995725213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1639280611995725213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-fuming-right-now-and-im-using-my.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-1751392288549661773</id><published>2011-03-14T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:37:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was lost and you found me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was broken and you healed me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye0pHKCUIWY/TX4FZbhzAbI/AAAAAAAABdg/h7zssSwXyoE/s1600/183297_10150105340118883_525648882_6472313_1095256_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583906522430374322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ye0pHKCUIWY/TX4FZbhzAbI/AAAAAAAABdg/h7zssSwXyoE/s320/183297_10150105340118883_525648882_6472313_1095256_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CWL's 20th BIRTHDAY. The people I love coming together to celebrate this special day of mine. Would you believe me if I told you that the box of ferrero rocher is still in my fridge. I've been reflecting on myself a lot lately. I'm self centered, I've always thought that if I can do it, why can't the people around me do it. If I'm strong, why can't the people be strong too. If I've been through it all, then why can't they just do the same. Nobody was there for me when I'm through it so why must there be someone for him now? Why can't he choose the right path for himself, why must he destroy with his own hands everything that he has. If he continues doing this, he is ruining his bright future. He gets to have everything he sets his eyes on, but I just couldn't understand what is he doing, what in the world is he thinking. Sometimes I felt like I didn't spend enough time with my family even though I'm always at home. So I had this sudden urge to hold daddy's hand. The recent Japan's earthquake made me more conscious of the people I have. THE WORLD IS UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me what to do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1751392288549661773?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1751392288549661773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-lost-and-you-found-me-i-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1751392288549661773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1751392288549661773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-was-lost-and-you-found-me-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/-ye0pHKCUIWY/TX4FZbhzAbI/AAAAAAAABdg/h7zssSwXyoE/s72-c/183297_10150105340118883_525648882_6472313_1095256_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5402223032448069205</id><published>2011-02-21T20:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T21:16:10.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let asll these feelings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be washed away by the falling rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOlUGRxcgvw/TWJa1HYOBGI/AAAAAAAABdY/usS4XOOjS2M/s1600/180655_10150141041116844_716196843_8049719_6162297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576119157198292066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NOlUGRxcgvw/TWJa1HYOBGI/AAAAAAAABdY/usS4XOOjS2M/s320/180655_10150141041116844_716196843_8049719_6162297_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its has been a hectic 2011 for me. Sometimes I felt like giving up, everything that I have and live a life without worries, a happy life. I don't mind being a farmer, picking up strawberries. School has been busy, bombarding us with 300 physic questions a week. And that is only one module. Its just driving me nuts, killing me. I've never dreaded going to school for the past nineteen years of my life but now, the thought of school just put me off. I can't wait to graduate from NTU. Three more long, torturing, stressful years. Whenever things turned out fine, the next moment, disappointments engulfed me. When I saw your tears, I wanted to embrace you and tell you that everything was fine, but you pushed me away. I know that its something you desire, your life-time ambition. I would trade every part of me to fulfill what you want. I'm sorry I couldn't do anyting except leaving you alone. Seeing you like this, my heart ripped apart, I want to see the smile on your face. My heart aches for you. All I could do is to pray for you, pray that one day you'll stand up once again. Should I just revolve back to the old CWL that I used to be. Someone who don't give a damn about the people around her, treating everything coldly with no emotions, pushing people who tries to get near her. I seriously need a hug, someone to whisper in my ear, telling me things will turn out fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Micky Park Yoochun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5402223032448069205?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5402223032448069205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-asll-these-feelings-be-washed-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5402223032448069205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5402223032448069205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-asll-these-feelings-be-washed-away.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/-NOlUGRxcgvw/TWJa1HYOBGI/AAAAAAAABdY/usS4XOOjS2M/s72-c/180655_10150141041116844_716196843_8049719_6162297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8682658554123617527</id><published>2011-01-08T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:41:29.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You are my light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When darkness comes and fills my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really wish that my life will be a story. Meeting the one and only guy thats meant for me. I'd always envy the actresses in dramas when they get attached with the guy of their dreams. Even though being together seemed impossible at first, love eventually blossoms between them. Will I ever meet someone whom I yearn to spend my entire life with? What was it like to be in love? How does it felt like wanting to see the person every single day, every single hour, every single minute, every single second? I guess its just too early for me to think of such questions. After watching &lt;strong&gt;Mischevious Kiss&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/strong&gt;(Y) and reading &lt;strong&gt;Baker's Apprentice&lt;/strong&gt; I discovered a meaningful fact about humanity. Sometimes when you love somebody, you get so scared of losing them that you push them away. So you won't be the one who gets left behind. Oh well, I should just focus on my studies till I graduate from NTU and then I could start thinking about love philosophy. If love is like a math equation with solutions, life would be easier. People won't ended up getting hurt. However, because there's no solutions thus making it seems more interesting. It serves as a double edged sword. On a random note, Mom got a haircut but I prefer her having a long hair. My mind is all over the place, its time to focus and surrender all to Him. I haven't been eating consistently these two days. Just lunch was enough to sustain me for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kim Hyun Joong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8682658554123617527?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8682658554123617527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-my-light-when-darkness-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8682658554123617527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8682658554123617527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-are-my-light-when-darkness-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-7232796668718774588</id><published>2010-10-10T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:04:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tempted to blog this because its 10 October 2010; &lt;strong&gt;10-10-10&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7232796668718774588?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7232796668718774588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-tempted-to-blog-this-because-its-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7232796668718774588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7232796668718774588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-tempted-to-blog-this-because-its-10.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-4023315727262286629</id><published>2010-10-01T23:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:37:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TKX86iDQWGI/AAAAAAAABdA/UATaIN_BIN0/s1600/3261_74100780915_509520915_2170584_903499_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523098600542853218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TKX86iDQWGI/AAAAAAAABdA/UATaIN_BIN0/s320/3261_74100780915_509520915_2170584_903499_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;You get to have it all&lt;br /&gt;But you never knew you had it&lt;br /&gt;Till you go and lose it all"&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from The Ghostwriter by &lt;strong&gt;Robert Harris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-4023315727262286629?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/4023315727262286629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-in-lifetime-you-get-to-have-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4023315727262286629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4023315727262286629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/10/once-in-lifetime-you-get-to-have-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TKX86iDQWGI/AAAAAAAABdA/UATaIN_BIN0/s72-c/3261_74100780915_509520915_2170584_903499_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-1439820124395830398</id><published>2010-09-19T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:28:34.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Give it up to the one who saved you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Give it up to the lover of my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was tiring even though its only the second week. One week of university is equivalent to one month of JC without weekends. Physic is back to haunt me zzz. Below is the evidence of me seeing a real rainbow. &lt;strong&gt;Ying Fu&lt;/strong&gt;, I have certainly no problem with my eyes O.O Anyway I've come to the discovery that rainbow is actually a circle, not semi-circle. How cool is that. If university is a combination of JC and YTSS, it'll be such a great place to be in. All right enough of nonsence. I'm stressed(sighhhhh) and my phone is giving me problems-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518545850183339250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TJXQNlTiTPI/AAAAAAAABc4/DeScS-yakAg/s320/2010-09-05+20.30.54_SG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518545837791843842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TJXQM3JLFgI/AAAAAAAABcw/QGPbgZFG9gI/s320/2010-09-19+11.40.48.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakae Sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1439820124395830398?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1439820124395830398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-it-up-to-one-who-save-you-give-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1439820124395830398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1439820124395830398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/09/give-it-up-to-one-who-save-you-give-it.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TJXQNlTiTPI/AAAAAAAABc4/DeScS-yakAg/s72-c/2010-09-05+20.30.54_SG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5309116070130048824</id><published>2010-09-07T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:33:34.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TIZUoNY8UtI/AAAAAAAABcg/dvQoBRAZsJ4/s1600/tumblr_l7n6icALso1qzi6kdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514187843527529170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TIZUoNY8UtI/AAAAAAAABcg/dvQoBRAZsJ4/s320/tumblr_l7n6icALso1qzi6kdo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been a year. Though it was painful initially, but still I'm glad you left. You made me stronger, braver, more than I can enumerate. You brought tears to my eyes more than I can ever imagine. Even though I didn't wish you this year, there is a place, somewhere, a particular person will never forget this very special day of yours. Happy Birthday B-. This year is/was better than last year; next year will definitely be better than this year; and so forth. I promise I'll never look back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5309116070130048824?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5309116070130048824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5309116070130048824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5309116070130048824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-been-year.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TIZUoNY8UtI/AAAAAAAABcg/dvQoBRAZsJ4/s72-c/tumblr_l7n6icALso1qzi6kdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8211779061657485192</id><published>2010-08-15T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:22:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For greater things have yet to come&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TGfwseA10oI/AAAAAAAABcQ/qdMEYDS1BB8/s1600/40091_1522170943298_1505314344_31311719_5914319_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505633716245222018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TGfwseA10oI/AAAAAAAABcQ/qdMEYDS1BB8/s320/40091_1522170943298_1505314344_31311719_5914319_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally Regina uploaded our team photo, taken during our Alumni. Time flies, people move on, everything happened faster than humanity could ever imagine. The reason is that people never bothers to stop what they're doing and look back at what they've achieved so far. But when they do, they've indeed gone too far, moving at a speed so fast, such that the whole world is right behind of them. Two more weeks till school starts. The thought is overwhelming. Dreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8211779061657485192?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8211779061657485192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-no-one-like-our-god-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8211779061657485192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8211779061657485192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-is-no-one-like-our-god-for.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TGfwseA10oI/AAAAAAAABcQ/qdMEYDS1BB8/s72-c/40091_1522170943298_1505314344_31311719_5914319_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8625824778607935480</id><published>2010-08-06T23:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:00:08.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8625824778607935480?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8625824778607935480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8625824778607935480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8625824778607935480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8566508184456865971</id><published>2010-07-29T21:19:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T22:14:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The way to love anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is to realize that it might be lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TFGABXDYhtI/AAAAAAAABcI/r0YbMd457wc/s1600/12745_1235011644495_1505314344_30644095_7395277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499317380852516562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TFGABXDYhtI/AAAAAAAABcI/r0YbMd457wc/s320/12745_1235011644495_1505314344_30644095_7395277_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was browsing though &lt;strong&gt;Regina&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; FB and I saw this picture. I didn't even know it existed after so many months since graduation. I had an embarrassing morning at work. Anyway, the guy with green crumpler bag, now has a black bag. Two more weeks and I'll never get to spot this bag on my way to work, sigh. Sometimes it really feels empty being left at home alone, on a thursday night. Its really irritating at times when the situation turned out not the way you want it to or rather not what your heart wanted it to. I tried to compromise you, but I'm starting to feel that you're pushing me away. I was actually naive enough to think that people/feelings/choices/opinions still remain the same. Well, even the earth still revolves around the sun, even the polarmagnetism changes every few hundred years, even the plates are moving, forming new earth crust and the old ones are eroded away, completely forgotten as though it never existed, so why won't people change. But I thought/hope at least you won't. Damn, nevermind I'm just making myself more confused. &lt;strong&gt;Sterling Knight&lt;/strong&gt; has the same birthday as me. Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;TanLiTing&lt;/strong&gt;, you can adjust your sunglasses all you want. I need you to tell me that everything is fine, I need to hear your laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its not the same anymore&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/4253313858675787790-8566508184456865971?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8566508184456865971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-to-love-anything-is-to-realize-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8566508184456865971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8566508184456865971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/way-to-love-anything-is-to-realize-that.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TFGABXDYhtI/AAAAAAAABcI/r0YbMd457wc/s72-c/12745_1235011644495_1505314344_30644095_7395277_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-4636649507889612202</id><published>2010-07-21T21:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T21:31:35.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stared at this page for two hours thinking what to blog. Its been a tiring week, zzz. I've learnt my lesson, not to play basketball under rain. The maid who inherit 6million is really lucky. Pauper to prince, but well, thats life. I should just go to bed now. Channing Tatum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-4636649507889612202?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/4636649507889612202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-stared-at-this-page-for-two-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4636649507889612202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4636649507889612202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-stared-at-this-page-for-two-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8372473374633878861</id><published>2010-07-18T17:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:17:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We believe for even greater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We believe for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495182247362751778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TELPI6YW7SI/AAAAAAAABb4/OzhYIGpFrMM/s320/38512_414661641300_722451300_5173626_6371768_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TELPJKhXoOI/AAAAAAAABcA/EURmHwNUDRs/s1600/34608_414661516300_722451300_5173618_7005158_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495182251695513826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TELPJKhXoOI/AAAAAAAABcA/EURmHwNUDRs/s320/34608_414661516300_722451300_5173618_7005158_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The week that I've been looking for is over, how sad. Met up my SRJC peeps, sadly &lt;strong&gt;Alvana&lt;/strong&gt; didn't turn up if not it would be the first full attendence outing after A's(sarcasm). Nevertheless, hope &lt;strong&gt;Low SiYi &lt;/strong&gt;enjoyed herself since she's the belated birthday girl. Alumni today was (sigh). It couldn't stop drizzling so in the end, after two matches it was cancelled. Well, I like to be mean to people who don't deserve my kindness. Seriously, after hearing how she backstabbed another friend of hers, I felt so disappointed, disgusted by her actions. What can she gain from it? More boyfriends? The problem does not lie on anyone of us but her. Learn to trust the right person. To her, even though she's one of my good friends, I've nothing to say except what the hell zzzz. If she continues like this, she's hopeless because she'll never ever have a true friend. Damn it, I shouldn't act as if I like her alot. Anyway, after two years, I finally took a photo with &lt;strong&gt;Motivator&lt;/strong&gt;! HEHE so happy. My heart was racing when we took the picture(roll eyes). Thankyou &lt;strong&gt;Alvana&lt;/strong&gt; for that. Since this year's photo not very nice, I shall take another one next year. Meanwhile, this photo shall motivate me for a year till the next one is taken. First is idol, second is motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;M for Motivator&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8372473374633878861?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8372473374633878861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-believe-for-even-greater-we-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8372473374633878861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8372473374633878861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-believe-for-even-greater-we-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TELPI6YW7SI/AAAAAAAABb4/OzhYIGpFrMM/s72-c/38512_414661641300_722451300_5173626_6371768_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-309825957077492412</id><published>2010-07-15T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T22:17:03.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;All of my days have been written&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In your plans to come and save&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck with NTU's engineering because architecture rejected me despite my sincere appeal. But, I'm not sad or disppointed as I've thought through alot. At least engineering offers a wider prospect than architecture, alone. So, always look positive, think positive. Hehe. Recently at work, I'd notice this guy with the crumpler bag. Mainly because both of us are always wearing casual wear to work while others in the same buildings are wearing formal wear. I told &lt;strong&gt;YingFu&lt;/strong&gt; about it and he says I'm wierd cause I notice people who wear jeans to work. Okay anyway, everyday, on my way to work, out of the mrt, I'll look out for the green crumpler bag. And yesterday, we took the same lift. Right, I must be crazy to even blog about this zzz. Too bored already thats why. My brother is mugging hard for his O's. I see him study everyday, keep doing revisions. Thinking back, was I as hardworking as him? Most probably not. Even though I'm older than him, sometimes I really do look up to him for his determination and fighting spirits. I'm inspired by him to study hard in university. However the thought of school reopening, making new friends, adapting to the new environment just turn me off. Sighhhhh. Luckily, my favourite cousin is in NTU, something to be happy about. This weekend is so happening. Saturday, meeting up with JC friends(YAY) and Sunday, Alumni match. I'll get to take a photo with motivator, I hope. Oh and I created a livejournal account! So proud of myself. By the way, I think I'm showing symptoms of ageing which means I'm getting old, damn. My left shoulder aches recently which idk why, I'm tired easily, and I even have muscleaches after jogging for just 3km. Currently my table is messy with all the university forms and applications, blah blah blah. Time to clear the mess and shit, the market has opened, time to do stocks! I want to go overseas before university starts, out of this hectic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God never fails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-309825957077492412?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/309825957077492412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-of-my-days-have-been-written-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/309825957077492412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/309825957077492412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-of-my-days-have-been-written-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-2849778517485142161</id><published>2010-07-11T13:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:49:55.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Deeper I run into you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deeper I'm in love with you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who cannot remember the past, are condemned to repeat it". The Fool knows the truth, yet still do it. Hence at the end, not only does the fool suffers but the companions of the fool suffers too. Its time to ask myself what is the wise thing to do and not carry on like a fool. Anyway, yesterday's match was even better than world cup. Though I nearly had a heart attack from watching, still idol's team managed to clinch victory. I want to tell the world how proud I am, of my idol. She's seriously the best! How I wish I could play like her, though its impossible, but still, having a dream is better than having done. Sc, if you're reading this, you were great too, despite your body conditions. Thumbs up! I'm really happy for them. Yesterday was a great day as it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s day(that's lame). Couldn't stop smiling while I'm blogging. HEHE. HAHA. HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My soul shall sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2849778517485142161?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2849778517485142161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/deeper-i-run-into-you-deeper-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2849778517485142161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2849778517485142161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/deeper-i-run-into-you-deeper-im-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-1005862374463126725</id><published>2010-07-03T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:36:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>By sunrise tomorrow, our actions/feelings/thoughts/emotions of today will have beome part of the past. Yet, they will already have begun to shape the future. &lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt; is back from australia, today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1005862374463126725?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1005862374463126725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-sunrise-tomorrow-our-actionsfeelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1005862374463126725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1005862374463126725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/07/by-sunrise-tomorrow-our-actionsfeelings.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-887948279374178613</id><published>2010-06-30T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T23:30:05.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488587000845888274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCtgzCg-6xI/AAAAAAAABbo/dMbfLtgc8Ow/s320/imagesCAFGSAP3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488586677189194610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCtggMzNs3I/AAAAAAAABbY/7SxbRqvzXq8/s320/YB+25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to rewatch this over and over again. Gaga-ing over Huang Tae Kyung at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-887948279374178613?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/887948279374178613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-rewatch-this-over-and-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/887948279374178613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/887948279374178613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-rewatch-this-over-and-over.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCtgzCg-6xI/AAAAAAAABbo/dMbfLtgc8Ow/s72-c/imagesCAFGSAP3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-7184964176940054724</id><published>2010-06-28T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T23:06:21.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCi4vs-8zdI/AAAAAAAABbI/Me-QhaGOQZg/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487839275619503570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCi4vs-8zdI/AAAAAAAABbI/Me-QhaGOQZg/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all these pain will be washed away by the falling rain. Sometimes I wished, there was just me and my laptop, spending the whole day in my room. If I become an architect, I'll built my house on a lake. Made with glass and a glass ceiling. Surrounded by trees and water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7184964176940054724?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7184964176940054724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoping-all-these-pain-will-be-washed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7184964176940054724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7184964176940054724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoping-all-these-pain-will-be-washed.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/TCi4vs-8zdI/AAAAAAAABbI/Me-QhaGOQZg/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5947462950614241061</id><published>2010-06-13T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T00:33:23.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In a world that is lost and broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That is in need of hope and love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cheerful person who covers all the wounds/scars with a cheerful smile. At least this is what, that is, common in this family. Put this aside, how cool my mom is. I called her, asking if she could go all the way to paya lebar to accompany me to watch idol's match. And she was so cool because her reply was, why not. So in the end, she came with me to SBC. She was so much more enthusiastic than me, she kept talking to me how this player was accurate and all, making me distracted for the whole match. And she was praying that the other team won't score so idol's team could win. And she really prayed. I was laughing at her and telling her to keep quiet. I've got a great mom yeah. I really want to sleep like 24hours, there's this dark circle around my eye for weeks already zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picking up sticks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5947462950614241061?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5947462950614241061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-world-that-is-lost-and-broken-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5947462950614241061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5947462950614241061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-world-that-is-lost-and-broken-that.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-1357755863797786268</id><published>2010-05-12T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:27:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like a rifle without bullets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that our lives somehow collided. Whether our friendship turned sour or sweet, still, you were once regarded as my heart-felt friend. Apparently, I'm starting to miss SRJC the most, though that two years were exhausting. Time really flies. Those study sessions at SengKang Library, classrooms, airport made me want to experience all of it again. Life was awesome in uniform(half-U). I haven't touch the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;white &lt;/strong&gt;polo-tee since graduation. Memories brought smile as well as pain. Last night I had a wierd dream. I dreamt people from different points of my life coming together for a celebration at my neighbour's house which I am not invited. How disappointing. Why isn't there chalet after A's? &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, study hard for your Mids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470384117284150482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-q1Xw-pHNI/AAAAAAAABbA/-L4aPkj6NjY/s320/9126_126352355915_509520915_2931500_2449319_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-q1Xf5DLII/AAAAAAAABa4/vNcbS-j3ZlQ/s1600/4336_85321280915_509520915_2329863_7148411_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470384112697289858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-q1Xf5DLII/AAAAAAAABa4/vNcbS-j3ZlQ/s320/4336_85321280915_509520915_2329863_7148411_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470384107056204610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-q1XK4HC0I/AAAAAAAABaw/TynsTjnWWXg/s320/z166754915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we collided&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1357755863797786268?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1357755863797786268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-rifle-without-bullets-im-glad-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1357755863797786268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1357755863797786268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-rifle-without-bullets-im-glad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-q1Xw-pHNI/AAAAAAAABbA/-L4aPkj6NjY/s72-c/9126_126352355915_509520915_2931500_2449319_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6561466494986130516</id><published>2010-05-09T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:27:20.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Come like a wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And sweep throughout this place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! Its my &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;'s Birthday and Mothers' day. So over here, I'll wish her, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY&lt;/strong&gt; too! There's this one sentence that explains what I want to tell her and that is, to the world you may be one person but to the one person you may be the world. Other than God, she is my world. No matter how we hurt our mothers, they still love us despite our wrong doings. In fact, they should get some sort of Nobel prize for that. Today's sermon was really really great. God has called each and everyone of us to live an extraordinary life. Living an extraordinary life isn't based on your position but it is based on the position of your heart. I'll never ever say that I'm useless, a nobody, stupid or any words that makes me feel inferior because He made us in His own likeness. We are not made to live an average, mediocre life but an extraordinary life. To people who are reading this, yes, you are special and unique so start living passionately instead of living your routine(life sucks) life. We are indeed so special, its something that words can't describe because even Jesus values us more than Himself. He chose to die for us, someone who worth more than Him, Himself. Isn't it awesome? So wake up to people who still think life sucks. Everyone is able to live this extraordinary life, it only depends whether you want it or not. An idiot would refuse but a wise man(like me) will start living this new life. Ultimately, I wouldn't want God to say that He doesn't know me on judgement day. Who you fear, you will serve. Fear God, serve God. Fear man serves man. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;CWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has finally come to her senses and woke up from a long vacation of living in her own world. HEHE, I feel so great because I am who I am because the great I am says I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-WKkvWV8mI/AAAAAAAABao/EHWvFRPqfcU/s1600/IMG_0006_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468929686301438562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-WKkvWV8mI/AAAAAAAABao/EHWvFRPqfcU/s320/IMG_0006_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taking off this mask of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6561466494986130516?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6561466494986130516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-like-wind-and-sweep-throughout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6561466494986130516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6561466494986130516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-like-wind-and-sweep-throughout.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S-WKkvWV8mI/AAAAAAAABao/EHWvFRPqfcU/s72-c/IMG_0006_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-3460292712337424686</id><published>2010-05-03T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:35:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Come like a flood and saturate me now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're all I want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pressure of the moment distorted our perspective and made our decision seem urgent. This is what I've learnt this week. So I'll never ever let pressure from anywhere dictates my actions and choices. Since&lt;strong&gt; YingFu&lt;/strong&gt; pleaded me to blog, as my entries somehow entertains him, I shall blog this to please him. Yesterday, I saw&lt;strong&gt; Motivator&lt;/strong&gt;! (Insert many smiley faces over here) So &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt; and I stalked behind him and eventually, as he was right ahead of us, we lost track of him. Coincidentally, was talking to&lt;strong&gt; Siying&lt;/strong&gt; the day before, about how I'm going to take photo with &lt;strong&gt;Motivator&lt;/strong&gt; this year during alumni. HAHA, I call this fate! Anyway, he just made my week. Couldn't stop smiling to myself. All right, I'd get over it. Too old to be gaga-ing over someone. Lately, I've been attending options courses, just some stocks and shares workshop. Its been exhausting after every handholding session, how I wish I could quickly get over it and start settling down. YES. I. DO. NEED. TO. SETTLE. DOWN. Last night &lt;strong&gt;Siying&lt;/strong&gt; was telling me that she has itouch, &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt; has one too, damn I want it too. Apparently I was complaining to my brother and he says, time to sacrifice a small crab for a big fish. &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, if our friendship is so fleeting, then let them be. I'd rather have friendship that is build on solid rock then on sinking sands. You know what I meant. Now I feel wierd, its been so long since I've blog about my fun-less life and those small little conversations. OH, &lt;strong&gt;lovergurl&lt;/strong&gt; if you're reading this, your text this morning made my day(smiley face for you too!) I know this sounds absurd but God, please let Singapore snow. Today is the day where the numbers are reversed or else it'll be my birthday again. To end off, God has been awesomely awesome, He always provides, as long as I have faith in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the solid rock, I stand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-3460292712337424686?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/3460292712337424686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-like-flood-and-saturate-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3460292712337424686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3460292712337424686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/05/come-like-flood-and-saturate-me-now.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-2832102171043101523</id><published>2010-04-25T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T00:19:11.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If my life were to be written into a song, I want it to be a love song for &lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2832102171043101523?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2832102171043101523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-my-life-were-to-be-written-into-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2832102171043101523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2832102171043101523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-my-life-were-to-be-written-into-song.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-1227621079675327806</id><published>2010-04-22T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T21:36:00.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's many things I wanted to rant out. However, some things are better left unsaid. I really got so pissed with myself these days. After yesterday's interview for architecture, dad said something about me which was totally right. He said, whatever things I do, I don't do it seriously so in the end, I'm giving my opportunities away to someone else who puts in more effort. Nevertheless, on the way home, I was regretting why didn't I initiate the conversation. Maybe I could warm the seat a little longer instead of leaving the room, less than five minutes of interview. I really really really wanted that course so badly but well, as usual, I just let it slipped by. Perhaps I didn't really want it that badly because my actions doesn't reflect it. &lt;strong&gt;YingFu&lt;/strong&gt;, it doesn't help. I can't put my frustrations in words. If everything can be put in words and expressed, I guess I would feel better. I'm in the trough of my life. Tomorrow marks one year after you came and disrupted my happy and peaceful life. Well, we can't screw life because no matter how hard we tried to screw it, its still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All eyes on God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1227621079675327806?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1227621079675327806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-many-things-i-wanted-to-rant-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1227621079675327806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1227621079675327806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-many-things-i-wanted-to-rant-out.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-666182826872954532</id><published>2010-04-20T02:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T02:38:33.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To the world you may be one person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But to the one person you may be the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A name carries great authority. It sets you apart. It triggers memories. The sound of it calls you to attention anywhere. I came across two names during work that caught my attention. They are Van Der Wal and Fulleylove. Interesting isn't it. There's a name that never fails to cause my heart to skip a beat whenever I see or hear it. And it still does. Clinging to the past, many of us are unwilling to turn completely away. You can't make progress with Him as long as you are holding on to pieces of your old life. Jesus said it this way in Matthew 6:24 "No one can serve two masters." There are times in my life when I realized our lives won't ever cross each other's path again. There are times when I realized people had actually moved on and it was me, only me, who is still holding on. There are times when I realized I've lost so many friends, opportunities, time, without me realizing it. These are the times. Its closed, it can't be open up anymore. They are already doing their best to make all these last a little longer, so am I, but why do I feel so exhausted. I hope there isn't a hole afterall, tell me there isn't. I want to be myself too. I can't seem to fall zzz today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461910200675528754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S8yaY5pY8DI/AAAAAAAABaI/OsI5C_SIiHw/s320/27249_405954041843_716196843_5084043_4940465_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S8yaZsS5R8I/AAAAAAAABaY/_P2_MduR_Cw/s1600/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461910214271387586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S8yaZsS5R8I/AAAAAAAABaY/_P2_MduR_Cw/s320/IMG_0057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its all about accepting and facing it&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/4253313858675787790-666182826872954532?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/666182826872954532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-world-you-may-be-one-person-but-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/666182826872954532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/666182826872954532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-world-you-may-be-one-person-but-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S8yaY5pY8DI/AAAAAAAABaI/OsI5C_SIiHw/s72-c/27249_405954041843_716196843_5084043_4940465_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-7040449030119159718</id><published>2010-03-30T22:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:55:26.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Picked me upon a broken road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull me beyond my fallings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was busying signing up for university courses, going to universities to drop supporting documents. Finally everything is done and I'm at eased. Well, now I shall leave the choice of course to God. Only He knows my future and my calling. By the way daddy is in overseas now so I'm free-er. Not exactly, because there's work and all but in terms of emotional stress and restriction. Anyway he added my on MSN and we're chatting now, how cool can that be, talking to him online. HAHA. I wanted to blog this last week but was too lazy to type a post. To people who knows &lt;strong&gt;YingFu&lt;/strong&gt;, do you people know there's a cute side of him. Know what, he'd actually complains about this new comer who works with him. I was laughing so hard that I had to go to the toilet to read his texts and reply him. Look who's the twelve year old kid. And I figure out something, laughing is an addiction. Once you started laughing, you couldn't stop it. And once you stop laughing, you don't know where and how to start. Sometimes, isn't it stupid to be doing something and realize that you shouldn't be doing it at all. Then you'll look back and wonder why in the world did I do such idiocratic stuff. Am I out of the mind or has the world gone mad? And all you can do is to reflash the scene and laugh at your stupid act of childishness. And start regretting over a moment of folly. Well, it happens to me quite often. This is called, action without thinking so think before you act. My heart has grown cold. I won't even shed a tear, let alone cry even if the movie/drama is very sad or touching. It isn't like that in the past. "Remember me, live in a moment" was niceee. Sadly, Robert Pattinson had to die(in the movie) in the end. What he said was right, don't waste every single moment. Just do what you feel like doing. Lastly, &lt;strong&gt;Alvana Choo&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll see you on thursday, you better be available. &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, hope you like the stardate that I've made for you! You better not lose it and make full use of it! Seriously frankly really, I'm disgusted by you. Its either you in or I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S7IFfQRSe_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/8uYWswCF6oY/s1600/wanling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454428133200657394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S7IFfQRSe_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/8uYWswCF6oY/s320/wanling1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want more of you, Lord Jesus&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/4253313858675787790-7040449030119159718?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7040449030119159718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/picked-me-upon-broken-road-pull-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7040449030119159718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7040449030119159718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/picked-me-upon-broken-road-pull-me.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S7IFfQRSe_I/AAAAAAAABZ4/8uYWswCF6oY/s72-c/wanling1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6022236329269958512</id><published>2010-03-21T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T22:28:46.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Real faith is demonstrated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By believing the impossible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best presents are those that bring back memories. That's my definition of best presents. Met up with childhood friend last thursday. &lt;strong&gt;Miracle Wong YuLing&lt;/strong&gt;, your card was the best card I've ever received. It's lovely. God've blessed you with such a talent in designing. Well, you should open a shop and sell card. I'll be your regular customer! I've got good news to tell you. I guess I'd open up a little bit during church. You won't believe it really. Friday I went to cell and the message was literally shooting me. I'll update you again. &lt;strong&gt;TJF,&lt;/strong&gt; you too! This may sound chezzy but still, I'll always be there for you whenever you need someone, awww! And not forgetting&lt;strong&gt; Tan LiTing&lt;/strong&gt;, you'll always be my best/closest friend, like when we're back in secondary school. The scarf and earings were cute and lovely. And &lt;strong&gt;Magdalene Ho&lt;/strong&gt;, you wanted your name here so here it is! Thankyou for still remembering &lt;strong&gt;CWL &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt; or else we'll have to pay full price just to get into USS. I'm blessed. Saw him, dreamt of him, it still hurts a lot I guess. Don't we like to dwell in our past, the hurt, and the happy moments that bring pain as well? I've be having wierd dreams lately though. All right, I'm being random here but this song is hymming in my head. We've got the whole world, in His hands, we've got the whole wide world, in His hands we've got the whole world, in His hands, we've got the whole world in His hands. I'm craving for CHOMP CHOMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451081729903459314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S6Yh88iEe_I/AAAAAAAABZg/P1ocrzPCLj8/s320/24611_373543219806_607464806_3726419_1926169_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451081743245672290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S6Yh9uPGf2I/AAAAAAAABZw/c_4L3OlR6AU/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S6Yh9YVwMXI/AAAAAAAABZo/0TKMvMsIIvI/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451081737367990642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S6Yh9YVwMXI/AAAAAAAABZo/0TKMvMsIIvI/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faith like potatoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6022236329269958512?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6022236329269958512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-faith-is-demonstrated-by-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6022236329269958512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6022236329269958512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-faith-is-demonstrated-by-believing.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S6Yh88iEe_I/AAAAAAAABZg/P1ocrzPCLj8/s72-c/24611_373543219806_607464806_3726419_1926169_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-57587922056162689</id><published>2010-03-16T21:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:48:36.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life was always a matter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of waiting for the right moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great day at USS, together with &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;. BFFFFFFFFFF(to infinity), thankyou for the tickets. &lt;strong&gt;Siying&lt;/strong&gt;, thankyou for the accompany though I know you had lunch already. The once timid &lt;strong&gt;CWL&lt;/strong&gt; conquered her fear of roller coaster together with her best buddy, &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;(sound like some hero zzz). THREE times on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, THREE times on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. To the people who're laughing at me, its BattleStar Galatica alright! HAHA. I like the feeling of hanging upside down on a roller coaster ride. Oh great, due to those rides, I'm suffering from muscle aches and sore throat from all the screaming. I want the mummy shirt, sad. Should have lied by saying my bag still in the locker or my friend got stuck in the toilet and I'm going to look for her, so I could go back and get that mummy shirt. Sigh. Tired of pretending, I'm losing the old-self. Finite minds cannot comprehend the infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449221856566047730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-GaEbp8_I/AAAAAAAABZI/8gDqS7oQBrI/s320/IMG_0015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449221868007684290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-GavDjeMI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ida2_gxnu9A/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-Ga5YU01I/AAAAAAAABZY/qeWHl5Ll6Os/s1600-h/IMG_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449221870779159378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-Ga5YU01I/AAAAAAAABZY/qeWHl5Ll6Os/s320/IMG_0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-GavDjeMI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ida2_gxnu9A/s1600-h/IMG_0074.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gone were the days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-57587922056162689?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/57587922056162689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-was-always-matter-of-waiting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/57587922056162689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/57587922056162689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-was-always-matter-of-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5-GaEbp8_I/AAAAAAAABZI/8gDqS7oQBrI/s72-c/IMG_0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6733229328525490232</id><published>2010-03-14T22:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:33:43.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5zvh4PzY7I/AAAAAAAABZA/mboO2i-O7wY/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448493014524847026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5zvh4PzY7I/AAAAAAAABZA/mboO2i-O7wY/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MAGDALENE HO BAO QING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, this post is specially for you. My dear BFFFFFFFFFF(to infinity), now I know what is it like to receive a letter from someone. It feels really happy deep down inside and excited, wondering who the sender might be. Though your handwriting misled me to think that its from my small little cousin, but when I saw what was inside, I was shocked, elated, and touched. The CD too, thankyou for spending so much time and effort. I want to thank God for blessing me with such a great friend like you, BFFFFFFFFFF(to infinity)! HAHA, I know you couldn't stop smiling to yourself while reading this post :D Daryl might get jealous if he reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6733229328525490232?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6733229328525490232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/magdalene-ho-bao-qing-this-post-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6733229328525490232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6733229328525490232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/magdalene-ho-bao-qing-this-post-is.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5zvh4PzY7I/AAAAAAAABZA/mboO2i-O7wY/s72-c/IMG_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6359720479489199475</id><published>2010-03-13T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:26:51.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Its the little imperfections&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That made us perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who are in the pictures thankyou for meeting me after your sumptuous dinner. Though it hadn't been a great day, though I hadn't spend much time with you guys after O's, thankyou for still remembering me. I'll never forget us as the Kamakazi players. Recently, I've been pissed by the news. I guess humans are really useless, they'd rather be busy bothering on what on earth is happening to their neighbours than to think of how people feel. Take example, I think the 22 year old model is really a joke. Commiting adultery isn't something to be proud of, especially when you're the third party. I can't think of any logical reason as to why she wants to announce it to the media. I guess she must be proud of herself being the third party. So I was telling my dad, I think she doesn't have a brain. And guess what my dad said, pretty woman got no brain. Well, I have to agree with him this time even though I haven't see that woman's face. In the end, this is the ludicrous fame that she got and what she wanted. Also, the reporters are way too overboard. Seriously, they've got nothing better to do than to invade into others privacy. I urged them to stand in others' shoe before acting so unreasonably. If they were him, would they want these things to become so woo-ha. Yes, they need to catch the public attention to do business but if this is the way they attract our attention, then they don't have the capability to get our attention. Getting public attention through this kind of news, really low class. I rather those reporters do some research on the under-developed countries, on children who are starving every minute than to capture these kind of news. Well, what the media did was to hurt the innocent, push oneself to its limit, exaggerate things. We shouldn't judge people because we ain't perfect either. Screw the taxi, the iphone stealer and indecisive people. Damn pissed off, zzz. When life gets hard, screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447768964316433650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5pdAnB6jPI/AAAAAAAABYo/SOZ-iXnU_uk/s320/25595_343884055786_713650786_3572450_6521970_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447768972167556466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5pdBERxLXI/AAAAAAAABYw/mTG7dlCeswo/s320/25595_343884010786_713650786_3572449_4117640_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5pdBvrtZBI/AAAAAAAABY4/5Xjg9TkqCZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447768983819084818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5pdBvrtZBI/AAAAAAAABY4/5Xjg9TkqCZ8/s320/IMG_0086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;C-A-L-M D-O-W-N, CWL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6359720479489199475?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6359720479489199475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-little-imperfections-that-made-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6359720479489199475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6359720479489199475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-little-imperfections-that-made-us.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S5pdAnB6jPI/AAAAAAAABYo/SOZ-iXnU_uk/s72-c/25595_343884055786_713650786_3572450_6521970_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8798273294374659749</id><published>2010-02-21T00:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:40:56.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like oil upon your feet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like wine for you to drink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like water from my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S4AJKiIGyHI/AAAAAAAABYg/wqgzFvR6KEQ/s1600-h/24068_312961099402_743849402_3495433_1282117_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was doing my qt today and I saw this verse. Even if the world hates you, they hated me first. And if they persecuted you, they persectued me first. The most amazing thing was that Pastor Chris Long mentioned this sentence again, even if you're the only sinner in this world, Jesus would still sacrifice and die on the cross for you. Seriously, how great is God's love. This morning, received a shocking text from &lt;strong&gt;Jungui&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Janetta &lt;/strong&gt;met with an accident, flew out of the car and hurt her spinal cord. Its only been less than two months since 2010 started and there's so many near death or even death experiences happening to people around me. I know I'm being selfish here but I really do hope in this 2010, my family will be safe and I pray that nothing bad will ever happen to them. Though at times I'm really frustrated with them, irritated with them, but they are the ones whom I'll never ever want to loose. So my dear brother if you're reading this, I just want you to know that I love you no matter what happen and do think twice before you make any decisions because it concerns people whom care for you. In simple terms, don't do stupid things. Definition of stupid, use your brain or consult the dictionary. Idk why but within these few days, I've been thinking a lot, yes a lot. So I came out with this crazy idea that I'm going to wash the feet of my parents and my brother, just how Jesus washed his disciples' feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440358426427705458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S4AJKiIGyHI/AAAAAAAABYg/wqgzFvR6KEQ/s320/24068_312961099402_743849402_3495433_1282117_n.jpg" /&gt;I'm living for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8798273294374659749?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8798273294374659749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-doing-my-qt-today-and-i-saw-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8798273294374659749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8798273294374659749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-doing-my-qt-today-and-i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S4AJKiIGyHI/AAAAAAAABYg/wqgzFvR6KEQ/s72-c/24068_312961099402_743849402_3495433_1282117_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-7258007043033402432</id><published>2010-02-18T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T21:32:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S30-5GaHPyI/AAAAAAAABYI/ZyXgge5OCQM/s1600-h/IMG_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S30-UpmaNJI/AAAAAAAABYA/h1EQGebaexA/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439572449418687634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S30-UpmaNJI/AAAAAAAABYA/h1EQGebaexA/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For your information, I'd loathe smokers. I can't think of a logical reason why people loves to shorten their lives and make themselves die faster zzz. If you can't be bothered, I do care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7258007043033402432?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7258007043033402432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-your-information-i-loathe-smokers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7258007043033402432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7258007043033402432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-your-information-i-loathe-smokers.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S30-UpmaNJI/AAAAAAAABYA/h1EQGebaexA/s72-c/IMG_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5515505212504675151</id><published>2010-02-14T01:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T01:37:57.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing to loose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing to take back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who're not attached, Happy Single Awareness Day. Met &lt;strong&gt;Siyi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Alvana&lt;/strong&gt; for some last minute speed-shopping last night, or rather the night before last night, okay whatever ain't them the same. I've been very happy lately because I get to receive good morning texts. Thankyou for putting a smile on my face though work was dreadful. &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt; is somewhere now, enjoying herself, but we're still under the same sky and please, I'm not jealous because there's people in Singapore too! Anyway do come back safely in one piece, I've got things to update you on. I'll never ever let emotions take control of me again. This is irritating, how long has it been since I felt this way. To end off this CNY post, I hope A Levels result won't be out on 5th March, I'll be praying hard.&lt;br /&gt;Not 5th March. Not 5th March. Not 5th March. Not 5th March. Not 5th March. Not 5th March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You set me thinking once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5515505212504675151?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5515505212504675151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-nothing-to-loose-nothing-to-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5515505212504675151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5515505212504675151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-nothing-to-loose-nothing-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-230784202784618595</id><published>2010-02-09T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T23:34:18.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If praise is like perfume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll lavish mine on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates from others. Anyone happened to understand what this sentence actually means? &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, after I figure it out, I'll tell you. Meanwhile, continue to think and come out with a reasonable explanation HAH. This afternoon, I ate the most disgusting/horrible steamed dumpling noodle ever in my eighteen years of life. The thought of it makes me sick, really eew and yucks. Few days ago, a hi-bye friend of mine just passed away. Few minutes ago, my mom just told me that a particular aunty's son(which used to be my friend when I was small) while having basketball competition twisted his neck and now he's paralyzed. In other words, vegetable. Somone once asked me, what is life? And my answer to it, life is simply life. I'm glad that God gave me this life but I'm scared when people around me starts to leave this world. Sometimes I really wonder why must we live this world in pain, pain of losing someone we love, pain of seeing someone suffers, why can't we just perish together. I guess it would be the most perfect ending, one that is even better than those fairytales, whereby the prince and the princess lived happily ever after. What does it really meant by living a meaningful life? In this era, does anyone really able to live his/her life to the fullest? I know people in the Bible does, but now, year 2010, is it still possible? Finally off from work tomorrow! SLEEP SLEEP SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think life, talk life&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/4253313858675787790-230784202784618595?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/230784202784618595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-praise-is-like-perfume-ill-lavish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/230784202784618595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/230784202784618595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-praise-is-like-perfume-ill-lavish.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-6674480636866733312</id><published>2010-02-05T20:27:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:11:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to shut my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And lay like this forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from genting but I'm still in my holiday mood. HEHE. Coming back to Singapore means coming back to reality, facing everything once again. Had many first time over at genting with &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Timothy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Gregory&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Yong Sheng&lt;/strong&gt;. My first time at genting. My first time overseas with friends. My first time hearing people do actually eat chicken without skin. My first time playing and touching snow. My first time on a roller coaster; corkscrew. My first time hugging a bear thats three-quarter of my size. My first time having a free breakfast buffet. My first time seeing someone ordering a L-size fried rice. My first time missing someone so badly. My first time. Why do happy memories hurt so much too. How ironic. I've been dreaming alot lately. I wished I could know who you really are. I wished happiness lasted a little longer. I want to stay like this forever. Dad just praised me for doing a good job in teaching my brother integration and differentiation. And I finally found the blog I'm looking for! Man of my dreams. &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, I can't wait for Sunday to come! I did my quiet time differently today, I'd actually copied John 1 into my notebook. A brand new experience with God. Well, I hope the fire don't died down. Lord, please mould me and shape me, Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first times-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380112477683218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL63Kt_hI/AAAAAAAABWY/55K4tgUThj8/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first time at snow world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380122053854146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL7a12w8I/AAAAAAAABWg/TiWKdm9aCMU/s320/IMG_0059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380131659082466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL7-n66uI/AAAAAAAABWo/gzm3sriE0_Q/s320/IMG_0081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380134032567298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL8HdzbAI/AAAAAAAABWw/3YGBqUT2jh0/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434380143448339602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL8qistJI/AAAAAAAABW4/fCoPWNpcIvs/s320/IMG_0165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't believe Timothy actually won the bear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434381179245049106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM49L4NRI/AAAAAAAABXA/V02KGPoIWz4/s320/IMG_0237.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My artistic shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434381187838594274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM5dMvTOI/AAAAAAAABXI/Fcwbe1HmQ3o/s320/IMG_0233.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TJF's artistic shot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434381189457069746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM5jOnRrI/AAAAAAAABXQ/W45rdSsHW80/s320/IMG_0251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434381195904642402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM57P1bWI/AAAAAAAABXY/IZ-Fxpe9fZ8/s320/IMG_0246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first time on a roller-coaster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM6XAUouI/AAAAAAAABXg/jAfs7WFinfo/s1600-h/IMG_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434381203355771618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rM6XAUouI/AAAAAAAABXg/jAfs7WFinfo/s320/IMG_0298.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Why am I feeling like this, so empty so hopeless. I'm afraid I'd fallen in love with you. Its just a three days thing but why do I miss you so much? Why do I feel sth for you whenever I look at the teddy bear? Why do I have that kind of feelings? I dreamt of you. Why does it feels so familiar? But I know who is in your heart. I can't stop myself from falling deeper. Someone please pull me away from this absurd, ridiculous, never meant to be kind of one-sided love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did I fall in love with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6674480636866733312?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6674480636866733312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-shut-my-eyes-and-lay-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6674480636866733312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6674480636866733312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-shut-my-eyes-and-lay-like.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/S2rL63Kt_hI/AAAAAAAABWY/55K4tgUThj8/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-155401682787509329</id><published>2010-02-04T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:08:01.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I don't need to see it to believe it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I can't shake this fire inside my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my dad if he knows which furniture is the most expensive and he gave me this -what are you talking about expression. So I pointed to this furniture(which is a cupboard). Why? Because inside are all the pictures of people whom I love with all my life. Mom looks pretty when she was younger. Dad doesn't look like Chinese at all. Saw this picture of me hugging my brother when he was younger(shorter than me). So I was pondering when was the last time I'd gave him a warm hug, HAH. I need to convince myself that all we have is forever and not one more year. Sometimes you can't tell anybody how you really feel, not because you don't know why, not because you don't trust them, not because you can't find the right words to say but because he/she is someone we know in common. Currently having this holiday-fever. I wish March and April will never come but so what, because a wish will never come true. &lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;, hurry come back from whatever camp and you better meet me before you're going into the clouds again or else, i'll never forgive you(evil smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To pour my love on you&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/4253313858675787790-155401682787509329?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/155401682787509329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-need-to-see-it-to-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/155401682787509329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/155401682787509329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-need-to-see-it-to-believe-it.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8641274503135243656</id><published>2010-01-26T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:37:58.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for the irritating facebook to hurry upload finish all the pictures so I can go to sleep as soon as possible. I. Don't. Like. Working. I. Miss. School. I. Miss. Everyone. In. School. Especially. All. My. Best. Friends. &lt;strong&gt;JingFang&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; Siyi.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Alvana&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;MagHo&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;SiYing&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Faizal&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Augustus&lt;/strong&gt;. Could you guys please stop working one day(if you're reading this)? OH MY this is taking years to upload. Alright I shall start crapping. Saw &lt;strong&gt;XingHui&lt;/strong&gt; some days ago in the mrt. Thought &lt;strong&gt;Frederick&lt;/strong&gt; called me during midnight which in fact was a dream or maybe some guy who sounded like him called. I've hated differentiation and integration but now I need to start liking it so as to teach my brother math. Though I don't like working but I like my work, hah how ironic. I shall count to sixty and if the facebook is stuck again, I'm going to zzz and not piss myself off. Anyway I've just watched finish Autumn Tale, some damn old, outdated show. BUT its really nice. The most beautiful and heart wrenching movie I'd ever watched. People who've got time like me should go watch though the ending was quite sad cus the girl(euh-suh) died and the guy(joon-suh), he got knocked by this lorry so I don't know if he died or what. The ending was quite confusing though and I've been plotting the story in my head if the guy didn't die from the accident. Okay crap, totally nonsence. Alright more than sixty seconds already, screw facebook. Before sleep, just want to say that I feel you've got nothing, no capability, no brain, don't deserved to be Yishun Town's present principal. I urged you to do some reflection on yourself. Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is just life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8641274503135243656?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8641274503135243656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-waiting-for-irritating-facebook-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8641274503135243656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8641274503135243656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-waiting-for-irritating-facebook-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-2456541368868319323</id><published>2010-01-19T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:43:19.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Love always protects, always trusts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always hopes, always perserveres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just giving my brother some math tuition. Seriously I can't even remember a single thing about velocity and acceleration and how is it linked to differentiation. I nearly lost my cool in front of him. Good that I've found out that teaching career is a no no for me. Caught another episode of 下一站幸福. People who are in love never fails to sacrifice themselves for their partners even if it meant death, how cool is that. The way he smiled, the way he talked, his features, his cool-ness really resemble sc. I guess you're watching that show already. Just completed Winter Sonata, some damn long ago, outdated, expired show. Nevertheless, the show is indeed very nice. HAH, now I feel like being an architect cause I'll be able to build a strong and solid house for people whom I love and are important to me. Though the ending was sad cause Bae Yong Joon became blind but I still envy their love because nothing can stop them from being together even though they've already parted three times. Last saturday Pastor Chris mentioned one sentence that really struck me right in the middle of my heart. Even if I'm the only sinner in this world, He will still choose to die on the cross for me. How great is God's love, but I've never appreciated it before. Its time to do some soul searching. Wake up, ChinWanLing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2456541368868319323?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2456541368868319323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-always-protects-always-trusts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2456541368868319323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2456541368868319323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-always-protects-always-trusts.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-7065042258990309686</id><published>2010-01-11T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:02:21.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone once told me, always regret the things you did do, not things you didn't do. Felt like a total idiot, uncaring, foolish, selfish, living in my own world kind of lousy sister. If my dad didn't even told me what happen, I wouldn't even know what in the world is happening to people living under the same roof with me. What if. What if I knew what had happen. What if I tried to stop him. What if it never occur to him to do that. What if. Oxymoron. I really hope whatever happened to him won't affect his final year. I don't think he knows how painful people around him are watching him suffering in silence. I really doubt the meaning of family cause I don't see the bond at all. I don't know what to do as a sister, I wished someone would tell me what to do. Sometimes, I really hate myself for being so useless, really useless zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7065042258990309686?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7065042258990309686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-once-told-me-always-regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7065042258990309686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7065042258990309686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2010/01/someone-once-told-me-always-regret.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-508591087910921180</id><published>2009-12-30T22:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T23:20:44.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I can't catch up with you&lt;br /&gt;As you drift further away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss school, my friends, my teammates, everything except exams. I would rather go to school than work seriously. Keep doing the same thing repeatedly, doesn't excites me. At least in school, we get to learn new things. To people who are studying, enjoy every moment because once you start working, it won't be as exciting as what you do in school. Its like just another mundane life. Currently, I've been watching "下一站幸福"-miss you miss you, alien daddy and "海派甜心"-chobulajixianggutou. HAHA. It is addictive. But Taiwan is showing too slowly already, how I wish everything can be uploaded once and for all. I think Vaness Wu looks like JiaXin! Their features and the way they talked. Need to keep looking forward to the next episode, which is another weekend. DUHH! Haven't been keeping in touch with alot of people after school ended. Now as I look back at how naive we were, believing that we will still keep in contact till we grow old. All the empty talks. I haven't see my friends since the last day of A's? I guess the next time I'll see them is when we're getting results back. Looking back, Chin Wan Ling's life isn't that interesting after all. After primary school, I'm left with one friend, Miracle. After secondary school, I'm left with more than one friends Liting, Frederick, XingHui and the whole Kamakazi Players. After JC, I'm left with three friends, Mag Ho, TJF and Alvana Choo. Many things happened recently, people whom I've respected with all my heart starts to disappoint me. Can't even spell my name correctly. You sounded like you've made such a big sacrifice for us, but in the end did you ever question yourself if that is what we really want? Or perhaps that is what you yourself want. Times and times again we forgive you but all of us have our own limit. One day it will turn into hatred and I personally wish that day won't come. You said one year, so one year later there is nothing between you and us? You rather give in to your own happiness(or rather not, start of misery) than to consider how people around you feel. Oh right, you're the one who is always right and no matter how hard we tried, we're always wrong. If we really mean so much to you then why didn't you spare a thought for us before doing it. Because in the first place, you only cared about yourself, not us. We're just tools for you to make yourself proud, so that you can show off us to people around you. I don't know how to trust you anymore. Started off this year enthusiatically, looking forward to end of A's. Ending this year, hoping 2010 will never come. All we have was one year more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421024559587248514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZHXjdyYI/AAAAAAAABVY/HRlVv8KpLEQ/s320/IMG_0016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421024562886652786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZHj2Gs3I/AAAAAAAABVg/n7pTgk4mNhU/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421024577903370386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZIbyXoJI/AAAAAAAABVw/LejZxD35jwQ/s320/IMG_0107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421025584342047298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztaDBEDGkI/AAAAAAAABWQ/WxqsMpsk9J4/s320/IMG_0090_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421024567704372066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZH1yvQ2I/AAAAAAAABVo/MYiBVJ0lp0g/s320/IMG_0038_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421024556771527058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZHNEJSZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/SfyPk3IS5kg/s320/IMG_0199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Show me how to love like you have loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-508591087910921180?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/508591087910921180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-catch-up-with-you-as-you-drift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/508591087910921180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/508591087910921180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-catch-up-with-you-as-you-drift.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SztZHXjdyYI/AAAAAAAABVY/HRlVv8KpLEQ/s72-c/IMG_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-7613247235181924122</id><published>2009-12-12T23:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:31:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dream as if you'll live forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Live as if you'll die today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this quote is way toooooooooo powerful. Who could really dream and live to their fullest everyday? I doubt anyone could do it, so if you happen to be able to do it, please tell me how. Its still unbelievable that the long awaited A's is really really over. For a moment, I used to think that there is no meaning anymore, as in there isn't a goal or something to reach out for. I can seriously feel like I'm wasting my time, everyday, every moment. Hmm, time to start living for a purpose! I need to grow, really grow not literally though. For once I thought after A's I don't need to be controlled but well, that was a lie. Dad forced me to go work, forced me to read some financial books, forced to learn some new things. To please him, I'm starting work on the 21st, going for some course which doesn't appeal to me, trying to read the book while my mind is wandering elsewhere. People are going overseas, leaving few pathetic souls in Singapore(I'm included). Sigh. Brother left Singapore once again. Its only when people around me suddenly disappear then I'll realized how ungrateful I've been, taking them for granted. I guess its really time for me to stop idling, to settle down. Where did the passion for more of Him went? I don't want to give up and I never will. God, please help me, help me through this tough time, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With Miracle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SyO9D_PeFnI/AAAAAAAABU4/Dg7lTybDy-8/s1600-h/IMG_5111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414379053243045490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SyO9D_PeFnI/AAAAAAAABU4/Dg7lTybDy-8/s320/IMG_5111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish happiness lasted longer than it did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7613247235181924122?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7613247235181924122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7613247235181924122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7613247235181924122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/12/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SyO9D_PeFnI/AAAAAAAABU4/Dg7lTybDy-8/s72-c/IMG_5111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-501161125764807299</id><published>2009-11-30T15:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T15:58:32.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Once I was going to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And then I left&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A's finally ended one week ago. Well, I did my best(I hope) so I'll let God do the rest. When you have all the time in the world, you'll feel that time is not that precious at all. HAH Time is nothing right! Am really grateful to have a bunch of best friends who stood by me during the most painful period. Shall let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentosa outing after A's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798882862194066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3a-9OXZI/AAAAAAAABUg/CBZIWVz5byw/s320/14367_185220815915_509520915_3454884_5329575_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3bKQ00SI/AAAAAAAABUo/jRYjZgigqmI/s1600/14367_185220855915_509520915_3454889_7287668_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798885897195810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3bKQ00SI/AAAAAAAABUo/jRYjZgigqmI/s320/14367_185220855915_509520915_3454889_7287668_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798719229597890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3RdYLGMI/AAAAAAAABUY/SCV26hKwUng/s320/14367_185220700915_509520915_3454871_2820211_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798713715751506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3RI1kelI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vJv-hC-zqHQ/s320/14367_185220355915_509520915_3454830_3215548_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798715079559282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3RN6uiHI/AAAAAAAABUI/X6SaX_k28GA/s320/14367_185205045915_509520915_3454657_5496784_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798695607250002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3QFYKrFI/AAAAAAAABT4/2RRnDfhwi9s/s320/14367_185204405915_509520915_3454579_3747001_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798033738182050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2pjuSLaI/AAAAAAAABTw/j-iYB_SJ2eo/s320/14367_185204385915_509520915_3454578_4432958_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798028628965474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2pQsJuGI/AAAAAAAABTo/W7SZf6LPWxM/s320/14367_185204290915_509520915_3454567_3185679_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first sleepover at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BF&lt;/span&gt;'s house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798023991487762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2o_afbRI/AAAAAAAABTY/y27YGaZp-kY/s320/14367_186644660915_509520915_3465321_6985893_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first midnight movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409798016784639410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2okkPpbI/AAAAAAAABTQ/-v7Hjx07NiQ/s320/14367_186644420915_509520915_3465293_790469_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409797556370205650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2NxY469I/AAAAAAAABTI/hfajpg-H0iQ/s320/14367_186633550915_509520915_3465250_6934610_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409797555329075666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2NtgqidI/AAAAAAAABTA/cvBLqTNeL0w/s320/14367_186633185915_509520915_3465200_3893497_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My first trip to Chomp Chomp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409797547657870050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2NQ7tOuI/AAAAAAAABS4/qdnZoPVvv_s/s320/14367_185161970915_509520915_3454435_6627398_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409797539155459458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2MxQkvYI/AAAAAAAABSo/VmG7kcTl8Y0/s320/14367_185161810915_509520915_3454412_3153654_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409797547329042882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN2NPtTucI/AAAAAAAABSw/z8ogXNrkWJc/s320/14367_185161945915_509520915_3454431_1707865_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of you meant everything to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-501161125764807299?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/501161125764807299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-i-was-going-to-and-then-i-left-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/501161125764807299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/501161125764807299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/once-i-was-going-to-and-then-i-left-as.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SxN3a-9OXZI/AAAAAAAABUg/CBZIWVz5byw/s72-c/14367_185220815915_509520915_3454884_5329575_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-7891509918415892076</id><published>2009-11-17T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:27:12.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE MORE PAPERS TO GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The paper that I feared most is coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7891509918415892076?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7891509918415892076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-more-papers-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7891509918415892076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7891509918415892076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/three-more-papers-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8428945063025634807</id><published>2009-11-12T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:45:56.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FIVE more papers to go. ELEVEN more days till freedom. Past few papers was like piece of shit. I don't feel as prepare compared to O's. And neither do I want to spent another year in SRJC. ZZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8428945063025634807?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8428945063025634807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-more-papers-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8428945063025634807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8428945063025634807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/five-more-papers-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-7767956008516016190</id><published>2009-11-01T23:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:04:20.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Su2vcx8JMGI/AAAAAAAABSg/8C-tuauHeHA/s1600-h/Secret2BMovie2BPoster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164437263888482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Su2vcx8JMGI/AAAAAAAABSg/8C-tuauHeHA/s320/Secret2BMovie2BPoster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this show again. Its the third time but I don't know why I still like the storyline so much. My dad was like, ''you know in Taiwan, the people dislike Jay Chou cus he's arrogant'' but after the movie he's like ''I think I know why he is capable of being arrogant''. Then he kept asking me what the story is about so I've to explain to him. He said he will buy me the DVD then we'll watch it after A's! Can't believe this, dad says Jay Chou got hidden talent. Laughed my ass off. 7 more days. Not scared. Not prepared. Me wants to go to the future too, maybe I'll meet &lt;strong&gt;the one&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7767956008516016190?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7767956008516016190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/watched-this-show-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7767956008516016190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7767956008516016190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/11/watched-this-show-again.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Su2vcx8JMGI/AAAAAAAABSg/8C-tuauHeHA/s72-c/Secret2BMovie2BPoster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6380896764599788768</id><published>2009-10-23T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:49:28.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The future belongs to those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who believe in the beauty of their dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The above quote was by Eleanor Roosevelt. Is it by chance or perhaps this quote is meant for me. Miss Rivera, Miss Tan, Mr Ang all gave me this quote this year. I must believe in my dream of my fututre. Anyway today marks the end of my SRJC life. From now onwards, I'm a graduate from SRJC! Can't believe that my two years past so quickly. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;says JC friends will last the longest, we'll see! I wonder who will get married first, HAH. &lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; more weeks till A's. &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;more month till end of A's. I shall let the pictures do some talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395795597204965506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG3gewEyII/AAAAAAAABRo/XShzIeF81b0/s320/IMG_4512.JPG" /&gt;Class of 2009 2S21&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395795616087496754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG3hlGBWDI/AAAAAAAABSA/V9sPROKte18/s320/IMG_4510.JPG" /&gt;My BEST FRIENDS&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395795611274394354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG3hTKfOvI/AAAAAAAABR4/fbYmshv0wOw/s320/IMG_4550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395795602197970770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG3gxWf_1I/AAAAAAAABRw/pKhjUm9ZTqE/s320/IMG_4553.JPG" /&gt;The Team of 2008/2009&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395796749821079010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG4jklK7eI/AAAAAAAABSI/8FE-8GCgShk/s320/IMG_4556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798877916547650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG6fcWqykI/AAAAAAAABSY/T3rlot-sXnA/s320/7026_162965436300_722451300_3342699_6936611_n.jpg" /&gt;The Study Sessions&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798870836757746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG6fB-txPI/AAAAAAAABSQ/kIdLzePtiFU/s320/7026_162965546300_722451300_3342714_1153719_n.jpg" /&gt; Classic faces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm blessed&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6380896764599788768?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6380896764599788768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-belongs-to-those-who-believe-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6380896764599788768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6380896764599788768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/future-belongs-to-those-who-believe-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SuG3gewEyII/AAAAAAAABRo/XShzIeF81b0/s72-c/IMG_4512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5175966137506548559</id><published>2009-10-15T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T22:42:41.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it to the greener side of the grass today! For your information, you're no longer in my phonebook, no longer in my inbox/outbox, no longer in my life. I'll pray hard that we'll no longer see each other and you'll never come back. We're just two people from two different world, under the same sky, happened to meet by chance. I'll live my life the way I want it to be from today onwards. According to&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Alvana's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; blog, I have 24 days left till A's. That. Is. Fast. I WANT MY AAAAAs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SAMUEL LIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(in 2 hours time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ate my words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5175966137506548559?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5175966137506548559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-made-it-to-greener-side-of-grass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5175966137506548559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5175966137506548559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-made-it-to-greener-side-of-grass.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-257044187597265716</id><published>2009-10-10T13:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T13:24:43.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not even a picture though it speaks a thousand words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERLIN YIP WEN YI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My dearest FB I won't let you forget me!&lt;br /&gt;10-10-09, to my &lt;strong&gt;Lover&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Lovergurl&lt;/strong&gt;, HAPPY LOVERS' DAY. Time flies. I used to think that it actually crawls but now its different. Come to think of it, I kind of wasted my time this year. Waiting for someone who turned me into a total moron. Wasting my time on everything else except studies. Now I wish that there is a time machine to bring me to the future and not the past. Its a torturing period when A Levels is just 29 more days away-.- I missed the O's period where Samuel and I would study in the canteen. I missed the night study sessions with my classmates where the food is catered for us. I missed 4E6. I missed the old me who was once so passionate to score well for O's. Seriously I think I'm in a mess. I've no confident. And what if I couldn't make it? This is not narcissistism, I'm just using my blog as a platform for me to rant things out before I get into depression(HAH). People who reads my blog, do constantly remind me to stay focus and study. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY A LEVLS PERIOD: 9-23 NOVEMBER 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can do it.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;days more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love in the ice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-257044187597265716?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/257044187597265716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-is-perfect-not-even-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/257044187597265716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/257044187597265716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-is-perfect-not-even-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-578854330819046915</id><published>2009-10-03T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:35:03.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;When I couldn't speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You taught my heart to speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated specially to my &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;cutest sweetest angel&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mortal&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;choo-choo-train&lt;/span&gt;. Thankyou for being my friend as well as my teammate. Thankyou for being there for me, cheering me up when I'm down and all those encouragements. Like what I'd told you before, you're just too special. Though we went through thick and thin, quarelled but you'll always be my cutest mortal okay! HAH like what I said in my text, we'll still keep in contact till we grow old and I want to attend your wedding in the future. Guess what, I told me dad I want to get married on this day cus its &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ten&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CWL's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fav number), okay thats super random. All the best for A's. I love you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ALVANA CHOO XUE WEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388326002530217650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Ssct82LQbrI/AAAAAAAABQg/yfXmo-WPvEA/s320/6128_110528423882_525648882_2252148_5440977_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsczVSDHveI/AAAAAAAABRY/SWO6elhcGdo/s1600-h/z166366962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388331919887285730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsczVSDHveI/AAAAAAAABRY/SWO6elhcGdo/s320/z166366962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388331913762149666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsczU7OxlSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/QehAVCHmkuI/s320/2822_1123031005049_1505314344_30302568_810115_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388331906084789682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsczUeoWXbI/AAAAAAAABRI/LYSXZcNiRJI/s320/Photo0310_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388326023144825058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Ssct-C-KYOI/AAAAAAAABQ4/CrF8K-AKgd0/s320/z174785165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388326012675768226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Ssct9b-JP6I/AAAAAAAABQo/06GRziGhneM/s320/1_504493841l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388326019961431666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Ssct93HLpnI/AAAAAAAABQw/xOn3ftNnVg8/s320/z181859916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're just too special (7 pictures for you)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-578854330819046915?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/578854330819046915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/578854330819046915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/578854330819046915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Ssct82LQbrI/AAAAAAAABQg/yfXmo-WPvEA/s72-c/6128_110528423882_525648882_2252148_5440977_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6204002661094770104</id><published>2009-09-29T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:10:13.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Waiting is essentially a negative time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spent in the absence of something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall dedicate this entire post to my dearest &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thankyou for the happy memories we shared. On this special day, I hope all your wishes and dreams come true. Still rememeber the first time you sheltered me under your jacket? HAH. I'm glad to have you as my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I shall let the photos do some talking. The Thanksgiving. At Popeyes. The puffy times. The Manhatten days. The PW months. Though we we kind of drifted in some ways but I hope we'll still stay in contact even after we leave SRJC in few months time. Hah well, maybe you even won't visit my blog but anyway thankyou for being part of my life. All the best for A's (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOLYN TOH YI WEI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150682529498802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMBAN-shrI/AAAAAAAABQQ/O5lwdBsdsh0/s320/6374_113861120915_509520915_2769182_6745035_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150671629550162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMA_lX8glI/AAAAAAAABQI/6G8BIyCyZTY/s320/4445_80447740915_509520915_2254866_920961_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150668518772706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMA_ZyRz-I/AAAAAAAABQA/4cb5YHiDmt0/s320/n509520915_2254827_8351459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387150660009568402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMA-6FhqJI/AAAAAAAABP4/buro2h9Xas8/s320/DSCF1097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMBisV0-_I/AAAAAAAABQY/trzeUb5tSJE/s1600-h/1_130468165l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387151274795138034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMBisV0-_I/AAAAAAAABQY/trzeUb5tSJE/s320/1_130468165l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Small is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6204002661094770104?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6204002661094770104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-is-essentially-negative-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6204002661094770104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6204002661094770104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/waiting-is-essentially-negative-time.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SsMBAN-shrI/AAAAAAAABQQ/O5lwdBsdsh0/s72-c/6374_113861120915_509520915_2769182_6745035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-5876107436538896003</id><published>2009-09-11T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T21:15:08.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aspartame is a synthetic sweetening agent which is 180 TIMES sweeter than sugar". How sweet can it be? Understood the literal meaning of a total moron. Felt like an ultimate idiot-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-5876107436538896003?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/5876107436538896003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/aspartame-is-synthetic-sweetening-agent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5876107436538896003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/5876107436538896003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/aspartame-is-synthetic-sweetening-agent.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8710561128791171933</id><published>2009-09-09T22:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:26:03.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;They say everything gonna be alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I knew it never would be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl over here never fails to cheer me up. Firstly, the time traveller's wife as "traveleleleler's wife". Instead of aldehyde, she combine acidified and aldehyde which gives you "aldefied"?! Then she insisted that I couldn't multi-task and the next moment she told me "today the HAIR very bright". HAIR? Should be SUN. Tried to cover her mistakes by saying she got complex brain and bla bla bla.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TJF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seriously, you can't make it la(roll my eyes). I know you would be thinking I'll dig it out next time but too bad you can't. Lastly, she tried to lie to me saying I never zip my bag which was a lousy lie cause she wants to give me surprise by putting a note inside. Okay, this one I shall act as if I really never zip my bag(give you face). &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thankyou for being there when I need someone. I've decided to put a fullstop today. Before I end off this happy post, I'm proud of my brother, &lt;strong&gt;CSM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ChinHanLong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. First he got Overall Best Cadet and then now Best in Company. Thankyou for listening to my rantings and ravings. I don't feel like dying afterall. I hope people who got married today will last 999 years, provided that they are still alive by then. Please don't ever come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sqe1uXxZo3I/AAAAAAAABPw/3PjAsazrZ8c/s1600-h/DSC00090._1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379468088177173362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sqe1uXxZo3I/AAAAAAAABPw/3PjAsazrZ8c/s320/DSC00090._1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy endings are only for stories that are yet to be completed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8710561128791171933?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8710561128791171933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say-everything-gonna-be-alright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8710561128791171933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8710561128791171933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-say-everything-gonna-be-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sqe1uXxZo3I/AAAAAAAABPw/3PjAsazrZ8c/s72-c/DSC00090._1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-1137332679977111674</id><published>2009-09-08T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:55:12.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought it ended but the pain isn't leaving me, its consuming me, its killing me inside, this sucks. It still hurts so badly. Shouldn't have asked cause it'll be another empty promises, but I can't help it. Living today is a waste of my time. So-not-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ChinWanLing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If there was a second chance. I'll pick myself up tomorrow, where we left off. C.O.N.C.E.N.T.R.A.T.E. You too(WHOAMI) cheer up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1137332679977111674?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1137332679977111674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-it-ended-but-pain-isnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1137332679977111674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1137332679977111674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-it-ended-but-pain-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-2459164956799783365</id><published>2009-09-07T22:43:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:46:11.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;And today I finally understood the literal meaning of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"putting a fullstop"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is contradicting, ironic. The grass on the other side is always &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;greener&lt;/span&gt;. I counted, 63 more days till A Level and I'm still wasting every second of my time. Ought to slap myself. I promise this shall be the last post about -. I don't know whats going on inside my brain already. Its nothing got to do with my A's, its got to do with you. Cause only you could take this sadness away, only you could make my life the way it used to be. Maybe there's some things I don't understand but there is definitely certain things I fully understand. I thought I've moved on but I'd only realise I've been lying to myself all these years. Sometimes I wished I could just listen to my brain instead of my heart but my actions doesn't seem so. You promised and yet you broke it once again, not once but thrice. I feel so stupid believing you when I know in the end its just another false promise. I tried to hate you, I tried to forget you but I just can't. Your appearance, you appearing in front of me just made me fall in love you with you instantly, once again, like how I did the very first time we met. Why is this happening again? I know life still goes on and bla bla bla but its bitter inside. I was wondering why God put certain people in front of us whom He knows we'll get hurt in the end. Yes, its for a purpose, there's a reason but its just unbearable. No use stabbing the wound twice then thrice when its not even healed. This post seemed kind of useless because I never let it out, everything. Anyway I promised &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TanLiTing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I'll brave through these so I won't crumble now, A's is just 63 days away. Life messed up. Results screwed up. There's really nothing left of me. In fact, everything that I do reminds me of you zzz. Perhaps I'll never go into a relationship anymore cause eventually it would be so one-sided, like now. Getting irritated with this useless self, lets hope tomorrow will be a better day. If you're reading this, I'm not blaming you cause its just me, just me, its me who is still stuck, me who got nothing better to do. But on second thoughts, I doubt you'll come here anyway, you've got better things to do than to entertain these rubbish. I need my brother here to talk some sense into me but he's away for camp, for the first time, I miss him so much-.- To end off, Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;BGYB&lt;/strong&gt;. You're just too special and irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still never want to let you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2459164956799783365?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2459164956799783365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-today-i-finally-understood-literal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2459164956799783365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2459164956799783365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-today-i-finally-understood-literal.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-6628665273437416487</id><published>2009-09-04T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:51:55.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You told the whole world they're (insert). Look whose talking. I'm currently pissed off, I won't say who so don't bother to find out who that person is. I can seriously feel it drifting, sick and tired of everything asshole. Should have went poly in the first place-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6628665273437416487?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6628665273437416487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-told-whole-world-theyre-insert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6628665273437416487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6628665273437416487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-told-whole-world-theyre-insert.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-7331643843274273325</id><published>2009-08-29T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T10:23:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I try to talk and I choke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAG-HO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for being such a great friend. I hope that you'll be happy no matter what happens and stay strong. I know you can do it cause you're &lt;strong&gt;CWL's&lt;/strong&gt; best friend, awww so sweet right! Those secret talks that we had, I'll keep it safely inside my heart :D Love you but &lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt; loves you much much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e379/wanling07/?action=view&amp;current=IMG_0006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e379/wanling07/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e379/wanling07/?action=view&amp;current=4445_80447475915_509520915_2254818_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e379/wanling07/4445_80447475915_509520915_2254818_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is seriously irritating. I remembered saving my post then its gone so I have to retype it again. Slap blogger zzz. YAY PRELIMS over. NO A Levels in 2 months. I've been feeing quite tired recently, in fact, very. The dreams kept repeating. Freaking annoying, its time to punch holes into my brain-.- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; TJF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coming tomorrow, lets hope it won't rain or else we'll get drenched like what happened to me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. God please bless the weather tomorrow, amen! 1 Corinthians 13:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to hide, it's clear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-7331643843274273325?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/7331643843274273325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-try-to-talk-and-i-choke-i-try-to-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7331643843274273325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/7331643843274273325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-try-to-talk-and-i-choke-i-try-to-walk.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-3849576058635072958</id><published>2009-08-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:17:16.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bus broke down in the middle of nowhere, ended up rushing to school to sit for my Math paper. Forgot to bring my pencilcase to my exam venue, ended up rushing again, this time to Siyi's locker to take my pencilcase. Lastly, the Math prelim was zzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-3849576058635072958?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/3849576058635072958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/08/bus-broke-down-in-middle-of-nowhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3849576058635072958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3849576058635072958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/08/bus-broke-down-in-middle-of-nowhere.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-2256887798805558345</id><published>2009-07-27T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:24:36.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The secret of a happy life&lt;br /&gt;Is moderation in all things&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since I've last blogged such that I'd forgotten my password, and the toolsbar that is supposed to be above the boxes when I blog are all missing too! I've never studied like how I'm studying now, its abit crazy and so not like me but no choice. I was thinking if I have started mugging in secondary school like what I'm doing now, I could ended up in other better JCs(wishful thinking). Sigh, no toolsbar, can't post pictures! WHATS WRONG seriously. Anyway I went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Kobe Bryant Asia Tour&lt;/strong&gt;, and I've to admit He. Is. Tall. I thought I could take a photo with him or autograph but didn't have a chance to. I even dreamt of him last night, about him adding me in MSN and we're chatting? Lame shit-.- Before I go back and start revising again, I just want to tell &lt;strong&gt;My IDOL&lt;/strong&gt;,  that I think you're really cool, hardworking, awesome and all the adjectives that can be found in the dictionary. Seriously, you're really...(I'm speechless). Even though I've always thought very highly of you but after yesterday's match, you're really cool-shit. I'm very proud of you and I hope you'll move on and do better for your next cup cause I'll be watching, HAH. Can't be there every match but I'll try. If you're reading this which I doubt so, just wna tell you that your passion and the way you played ball really motivates, inspires me to put in more effort in my A's and become as hardworking as you. Proud to know someone like you! Alright, its time to mug again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chasing another phantom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2256887798805558345?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2256887798805558345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret-of-happy-life-is-moderation-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2256887798805558345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2256887798805558345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/07/secret-of-happy-life-is-moderation-in.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-300691856748669704</id><published>2009-07-07T15:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:30:20.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I couldn't find the right words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You taught my heart to speak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just told &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YingPei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;strong&gt;KimBum's&lt;/strong&gt; birthday today and she's like REALLY?! I'm so motivated to learn saxophone after watching BOF but that is provided that A's are over, sigh. Anyway wishing Me and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mag Ho's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; cute boy/pottery boy &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess I won't be blogging tomorrow so &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LowSiYi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy advance 18th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, I don't need to say much cause you've already know whats in my heart, and it rhymes! Just three notes to you since its my favourite number. Firstly grow up please and stop bullying me. Secondly, do stop giving me that 'sian' face, really feel like smacking you sometimes, HAH. Lastly, thankyou for everything(you know it). Me love you worxzxz. Went home after seeing doctor and saw a mess outside my doorstep. Some inconsiderate neighbour actually plucked my dad's plant out from the pot, wth. Why is there such childish, irritating, brainless people living in our midst. I just wish to skin that whoever person alive. I shall stop going online till I've accomplished my pact with &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Fifty-nine then Eighty-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SlLt0NJ2sPI/AAAAAAAABPE/t6o6lcvujTo/s1600-h/3617615ad3fb625c1d41a0ea1be5217b1243929141_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355604388036915442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SlLt0NJ2sPI/AAAAAAAABPE/t6o6lcvujTo/s320/3617615ad3fb625c1d41a0ea1be5217b1243929141_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355607174587772290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SlLwWZ3WbYI/AAAAAAAABPM/Zr_HPlq-HCc/s320/1S16+outing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355614861038209570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SlL3V0H8SiI/AAAAAAAABPk/sKrIoXUXweQ/s320/4398_86786696300_722451300_2331045_301683_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was it easier to forgive than to forget&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-300691856748669704?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/300691856748669704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-couldnt-find-right-words-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/300691856748669704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/300691856748669704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-couldnt-find-right-words-you.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SlLt0NJ2sPI/AAAAAAAABPE/t6o6lcvujTo/s72-c/3617615ad3fb625c1d41a0ea1be5217b1243929141_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-3361810890894627446</id><published>2009-06-24T23:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:25:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only you could decipher this code&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keeper of my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had YumCha &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Buffet with &lt;strong&gt;Jermaine,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;XingHui&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Frederick&lt;/strong&gt; last week. Now, I'm going to stop eating dimsum for maybe one year cus I'm really scared of it already. Thankyou for those lies, &lt;strong&gt;Frederick &lt;/strong&gt;has got a car and poly takes 4 years to graduate. Anyway me and &lt;strong&gt;Yingpei&lt;/strong&gt; finally met up for our breakfast. She told me she missed the moments when we're having breakfast together, so sweet of her right! Aww. HAH, we had a fruitful experience studying with &lt;strong&gt;Candy&lt;/strong&gt; too. Super dramatic about what happened in the foodcourt. Caught Transformers with &lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;MagHo&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Daryl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Faizal&lt;/strong&gt;. The show is extremely cool. Optimus Prime! I was saying Transformers part three will come out 2 years later, dreading&lt;/span&gt;. A sudden lost for words. I feel contented inside after catching just a glimpse of you after two months. I thought I could but I know I'll never be able to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Old pain doesn't completely die. Time may soothe it, stroke it until it looks like it has healed, but it never dies properly. It stays with you, it lives in the cracks of your soul, waiting for moments when you feel true pain' &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Event; -YumCha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SkJCb05F0NI/AAAAAAAABO0/BK_NDQJJ05c/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912353091571922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SkJCb05F0NI/AAAAAAAABO0/BK_NDQJJ05c/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912344526164178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SkJCbU-8ENI/AAAAAAAABOk/sFKPXkivCGQ/s320/DSC05258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350912341309831858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SkJCbJAGurI/AAAAAAAABOc/o7j-EDE45yo/s320/DSC05262.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So take, take me as I am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-3361810890894627446?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/3361810890894627446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-you-could-decipher-this-code.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3361810890894627446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3361810890894627446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-you-could-decipher-this-code.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SkJCb05F0NI/AAAAAAAABO0/BK_NDQJJ05c/s72-c/DSC05278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-1260201075782980940</id><published>2009-06-18T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:57:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you need to adjust your brain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To hear what your heart already knows&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've got nothing to blog but I still want to blog. I've had an exciting week. Seriously, studying with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siyi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;causes me to bang my head against the walls, laugh till I literally need to roll on the floor. She is my walking Koean dictionary so whenever I've got stuffs to ask her, she'll be helpful to clear my doubts. Right &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Then I went to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liting's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house to mug. Her house has got this homely feeling, which I like. I think I somehow hooked this soulmate thing into her head. Me caught her red-handed today! Past few days have been studying with&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; CandyTook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. HAH, we both common taste for someone! Looks like we're falling head over heels too. You can use all the adjectives in the dictionary to describe him, or maybe thats not enough. He is simply too addictive right! Okay, need to get a grip of myself and start studying cause I've been wasting my nights on youtube. Once A Level is over, I'll have all the time in the world to watch whatever that I like. The thought of it never fails to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. Not forgetting, I saw &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jolyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at northpoint with her so many bodyguards, shocking right! So many homework, so little days left. I still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double promise forever and ever, amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-1260201075782980940?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/1260201075782980940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-you-need-to-adjust-your-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1260201075782980940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/1260201075782980940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-you-need-to-adjust-your-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-8313645194844746354</id><published>2009-06-10T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:56:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it comes back to you its yours. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it doesn't then it never was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was supposed to go to the dentist by today but I totally forgot about it! Had Aston and MOF, like finally. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TJF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; claims that I'm her food buddy, HAH. Studied at compass today with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LowSiyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mag Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As usual &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; never fails to make me laugh at all her expression, especially her 'sian' face. Tried to imitate but nobody can challenge her cause she's born so 'qianbian'. I love to bully her! Also, I realized that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; actually does the cooking at home for her family! Isn't that impressive. I told her that she's prepared to get married soon, even like now. Amazing people. Anyway me and &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mag Ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; did the stupidest thing on earth(its a secret between us). We really didn't learn from our first mistake. Alright, that shall be the joke of the day. I was on my way home and then I came to a conclusion that friendship is so fragile. The person that you're hanging out with, talking your heart now with, ain't going to be the same person after both parted on separate ways. We may end up becoming strangers ten years down the road. I'm feeling disgusted by all the happy memories we shared. I guess I'll have to admit that we're drifting further apart. Was it just me or all of us? Forget it, I shall complete all my homework in six days time-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Event; Astons and MOF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Si-1cob95VI/AAAAAAAABOU/YV0BjyDKEbk/s1600-h/4635_101878366843_716196843_2737361_8153472_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345690786207753554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Si-1cob95VI/AAAAAAAABOU/YV0BjyDKEbk/s320/4635_101878366843_716196843_2737361_8153472_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345690777364238626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Si-1cHfgkSI/AAAAAAAABOE/tHx4Jpjkx-U/s320/4635_101878471843_716196843_2737380_8065542_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I won't have to grow up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8313645194844746354?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8313645194844746354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-it-comes-back-to-you-its-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8313645194844746354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8313645194844746354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-it-comes-back-to-you-its-yours.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Si-1cob95VI/AAAAAAAABOU/YV0BjyDKEbk/s72-c/4635_101878366843_716196843_2737361_8153472_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8668473361148908613</id><published>2009-06-06T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:11:55.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know one thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And that is I know nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 23rd BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Golden Hair Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Idk what's his name)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344232390435768210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiqHC00Ph5I/AAAAAAAABN8/ttp3AEY2kzo/s320/n1125214040_30367462_2354646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344228774662713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiqDwXAxL3I/AAAAAAAABNs/acK5NBLh6ZE/s320/3211455059_bae8157bfd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiqDwtxTsKI/AAAAAAAABN0/Sa7MDrnTl4I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344228780771881122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiqDwtxTsKI/AAAAAAAABN0/Sa7MDrnTl4I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Since &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LowSiYi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dedicated a post for him, I shall do it too. Though not falling head over heels for him but I still think he is muscially inclined. I don't mind having a soulmate like him, HAH. And so programmes for Sunday is cancelled. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TJF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you la, ought to thank us okay! And I just figure what in the world is a stress ball thanks to &lt;strong&gt;funnyman&lt;/strong&gt;! Why is my dad using reverse psychology-.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8668473361148908613?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8668473361148908613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-one-thing-and-that-is-i-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8668473361148908613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8668473361148908613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-know-one-thing-and-that-is-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiqHC00Ph5I/AAAAAAAABN8/ttp3AEY2kzo/s72-c/n1125214040_30367462_2354646.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-8018089504999543298</id><published>2009-06-05T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T11:25:04.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIMYILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;/lover&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNr63WA2I/AAAAAAAABNc/UMFTuaDJsKM/s1600-h/DSC02508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676743550370658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNr63WA2I/AAAAAAAABNc/UMFTuaDJsKM/s320/DSC02508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676741549346658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNrzaQz2I/AAAAAAAABNU/HpM1LVmN8F4/s320/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676736671103858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNrhPMu3I/AAAAAAAABNM/04chxF3WHRQ/s320/DSC02517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343676732542194210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNrR2ykiI/AAAAAAAABM8/7Ogad7UWNDE/s320/DSC01748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thankyou for being a cheerful, caring, thoughtful friend and captain. Your stupid actions and jokes never fails to make me laugh till my stomach pain. I really miss the times where we're still in the same school. Well, all the best in everything that you do. You'll always remain as my captain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-8018089504999543298?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/8018089504999543298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-18th-birthday-limyiling-lover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8018089504999543298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/8018089504999543298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-18th-birthday-limyiling-lover.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiiNr63WA2I/AAAAAAAABNc/UMFTuaDJsKM/s72-c/DSC02508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-4003340619816226325</id><published>2009-06-04T12:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:25:09.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right from the beginning &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It wasn't meant to be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Event; School days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343309644942884146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_z9-9PTI/AAAAAAAABMk/24bYOJIWrBM/s320/4336_85321275915_509520915_2329862_2046630_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 7 of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_0Sozt1I/AAAAAAAABM0/D4gW7wNPvq0/s1600-h/4336_85321740915_509520915_2329938_6859846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343309650487129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_0Sozt1I/AAAAAAAABM0/D4gW7wNPvq0/s320/4336_85321740915_509520915_2329938_6859846_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343309647524799506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_0HmiJBI/AAAAAAAABMs/1kZ4RZFw_3o/s320/4336_85321600915_509520915_2329917_5574761_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343309645259878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_z_KiL8I/AAAAAAAABMc/diAmRvYJ2h0/s320/4336_85321165915_509520915_2329842_7775675_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I overslept for Chemistry lesson and so I decided not to go to school. Met &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Liting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday to mug but as usual the first session of mugging is not successful cause we have so much to catch up on. I was just wondering, if I mean as much as how much she meant to you. On second thought, maybe we are just people from different world. I promised myself that I won't regret because I've already done my best to salvage everything. I'll live my own life from now and I hope you'll find a purpose and meaning in your life too. To my dear &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, try not to think too much. Follow your heart, we'll be there for you! Its time to start working hard for A Level, shan't disappoint the people around me anymore. Looking forward to this Sunday, Astons and MOF! I wna get that DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a rifle without bullets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-4003340619816226325?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/4003340619816226325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-from-beginning-it-wasnt-meant-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4003340619816226325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/4003340619816226325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/06/right-from-beginning-it-wasnt-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Sic_z9-9PTI/AAAAAAAABMk/24bYOJIWrBM/s72-c/4336_85321275915_509520915_2329862_2046630_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-2990307662890075595</id><published>2009-05-30T00:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:54:05.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's nothing more for me to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cause I've finally realised how wrong was I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Event; After our last paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiAIG1HyqKI/AAAAAAAABMU/nEFpOVYB_OU/s1600-h/4336_84985810915_509520915_2325770_4785038_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278071493404834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiAIG1HyqKI/AAAAAAAABMU/nEFpOVYB_OU/s320/4336_84985810915_509520915_2325770_4785038_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The usual seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278067762874386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiAIGnOXSBI/AAAAAAAABMM/4GBXuieOLcU/s320/4336_84982925915_509520915_2325643_5338905_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My FAITHFUL &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341278068476888770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiAIGp4mRsI/AAAAAAAABME/sIGFkBAUmDI/s320/4336_84982905915_509520915_2325639_4111943_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And so, no more papers but there's tonnes of work to do. Its going to be a happening holiday, I have to constantly remind myself of that. I'll have to make sure I'm not wasting my holidays because A Level is coming. Good job,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; CWL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And so, me finally watch Night At The Museum 2 with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jolyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(boyfriend) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mag Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(?)&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Siying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(KFC) and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(chiobu). Finally is the word. Transformers is going to be out soon, woohoo! Something more interesting happened. I saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TJF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Yishun, I couldn't believe this. HAH her outstanding bag caught my attention. I should start to look around more often, maybe I'll see somone familiar instead of always looking on the ground and having those crazy thoughts. I still feel so distant and I'm sick of Yishun seriously. Sometime its really driving me nuts, I wish I could filter out what goes into my brain. You said we won't have time together, is time really what you want? I'd always thought its the feeling that is more important, looks like I'm wrong again. Anyway this is my &lt;strong&gt;THIRD&lt;/strong&gt; post :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found a place where I don't have to make you up inside my head&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-2990307662890075595?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/2990307662890075595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-nothing-more-for-me-to-say-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2990307662890075595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/2990307662890075595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/theres-nothing-more-for-me-to-say-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/SiAIG1HyqKI/AAAAAAAABMU/nEFpOVYB_OU/s72-c/4336_84985810915_509520915_2325770_4785038_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4253313858675787790.post-6222216960337984245</id><published>2009-05-27T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:14:45.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things are just so simple&lt;br /&gt;Yet I chose to make them complicated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. One more day till freedom. Actually I don't feel much anxiety after last week geography paper. Anyway, McDonald is having this Milo Mcflurry which is so happening. And I just found out that the shopping centre located at Kovan is called Heartland Mall all thanks to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LowSiyi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For the past one and a half years I thought it was just Kovan-.- Looks like I'm still living in my own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And my heart will follow wholly after you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-6222216960337984245?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/6222216960337984245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-are-just-so-simple-yet-i-chose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6222216960337984245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/6222216960337984245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-are-just-so-simple-yet-i-chose.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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-4253313858675787790.post-3466464503080834519</id><published>2009-05-26T12:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:27:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I could do now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is to keep you safely hidden inside my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339979401146633682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYGevp3WlDw/Shtq-RE_jdI/AAAAAAAABL8/hinpS-Es1lM/s320/4336_83560030915_509520915_2300511_1660530_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I shall start my first post with my favourite picture of the week. I really can't imagine what would my JC life be like without you people. I still miss 1S16'08 ttm. OH YES. Two more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything happens for a purpose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4253313858675787790-3466464503080834519?l=the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/feeds/3466464503080834519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-could-do-now-is-to-keep-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3466464503080834519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4253313858675787790/posts/default/3466464503080834519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-bluegobstopper.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-i-could-do-now-is-to-keep-you.html' title=''/><author><name>wanLING</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/_tYGevp3WlDw/Shtq-RE_jdI/AAAAAAAABL8/hinpS-Es1lM/s72-c/4336_83560030915_509520915_2300511_1660530_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
