<?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-2616818642740402487</id><updated>2012-01-28T21:20:57.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretsworld</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-2365230309089361018</id><published>2012-01-28T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:20:57.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Positive. I wish to be positive. Im trying very hard to be positive and brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a cry baby like me, i train myself not to easily shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime my tears are rolling down, i will try my very best to control my tears. No matter... how hurt i am. I just dont wanna shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized.. the hardest thing is..... you can't cry when you feel like crying :'&amp;lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-2365230309089361018?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/2365230309089361018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/positive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/2365230309089361018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/2365230309089361018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/positive.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-7606337301558259962</id><published>2012-01-28T13:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T14:02:15.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Happy dragon year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small gathering on Sunday. Reunion dinner with family and uncles. Went out in the noon with bro. Intend to meet a blogshop owner at clementi, but well... she's not free. Hence, my bro and me went to shopping at Orchard instead. Rush back home in the evening for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxLWpTGuUHo/TyOLMVdoWFI/AAAAAAAAMLM/4JtEQR5dIXk/s1600/338939_230143643733712_100002142342067_528222_1852077773_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxLWpTGuUHo/TyOLMVdoWFI/AAAAAAAAMLM/4JtEQR5dIXk/s320/338939_230143643733712_100002142342067_528222_1852077773_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702554597217294418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEwf8Kr1BIk/TyOKYXiZTyI/AAAAAAAAMKw/Jx37gHJlnMI/s1600/339933_230684350346308_100002142342067_529326_1375146418_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEwf8Kr1BIk/TyOKYXiZTyI/AAAAAAAAMKw/Jx37gHJlnMI/s320/339933_230684350346308_100002142342067_529326_1375146418_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553704420953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As usual i went to my grandpa's house. Erm, i sat at there... doing nothing.. for 7 hours. I know imma pro.&lt;br /&gt; CNY=get red packets=after get red packets, nth to do.. so eat=fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzZZudN3o2w/TyOKPxgeBFI/AAAAAAAAMJ8/lntBU6KegpI/s1600/402142_230838123664264_100002142342067_529852_655642896_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzZZudN3o2w/TyOKPxgeBFI/AAAAAAAAMJ8/lntBU6KegpI/s320/402142_230838123664264_100002142342067_529852_655642896_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553556773373010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THC7UJoNK5U/TyOJwGuJSkI/AAAAAAAAMJY/vDNNk2gU-vc/s1600/405192_230838460330897_100002142342067_529858_2021128590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THC7UJoNK5U/TyOJwGuJSkI/AAAAAAAAMJY/vDNNk2gU-vc/s320/405192_230838460330897_100002142342067_529858_2021128590_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553012712065602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrdEaru9QA/TyOKQGAMXqI/AAAAAAAAMKE/QKfksojUUXs/s1600/401554_230839230330820_100002142342067_529868_1480097516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhrdEaru9QA/TyOKQGAMXqI/AAAAAAAAMKE/QKfksojUUXs/s320/401554_230839230330820_100002142342067_529868_1480097516_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553562275143330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLrl93mYhPM/TyOKPvWopEI/AAAAAAAAMJw/iai-iW4TSaQ/s1600/403865_230839433664133_100002142342067_529871_859453019_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VLrl93mYhPM/TyOKPvWopEI/AAAAAAAAMJw/iai-iW4TSaQ/s320/403865_230839433664133_100002142342067_529871_859453019_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553556195255362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of CNY which is "chu er". Friend's house visiting! YAY^^&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi and bro's friends came to my house first after that we went to their house :)&lt;br /&gt;They are so funny! HAHAH! Be with them, i really can be very happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayi and me wore jeans. Everytime i wear jeans, mummy will ask me "why suddenly wear jeans"?&lt;br /&gt;Reasons? Because i rarely wear jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xo2CGtWuCt8/TyOKQGbFSlI/AAAAAAAAMKQ/hbfo_akZg4s/s1600/397135_233448860069857_100002142342067_536779_511600532_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xo2CGtWuCt8/TyOKQGbFSlI/AAAAAAAAMKQ/hbfo_akZg4s/s320/397135_233448860069857_100002142342067_536779_511600532_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553562387925586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny peeps~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kiuuz4IN8c/TyOKRDAxZZI/AAAAAAAAMKg/ew1cCAmEj74/s1600/395456_233448633403213_100002142342067_536770_745023833_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Kiuuz4IN8c/TyOKRDAxZZI/AAAAAAAAMKg/ew1cCAmEj74/s320/395456_233448633403213_100002142342067_536770_745023833_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553578652132754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya! Herman's sister! HAAHH! Hyperactive kind!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know. But this picture.... looks like........ family photo=.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4aPBm0nufk/TyOJvPoJ9QI/AAAAAAAAMJA/letEu5fpUyw/s1600/416954_233449530069790_100002142342067_536809_265594748_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4aPBm0nufk/TyOJvPoJ9QI/AAAAAAAAMJA/letEu5fpUyw/s320/416954_233449530069790_100002142342067_536809_265594748_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552997922993410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to take photo with them. Out of the blue, my bro suddenly press our head! Damn idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWydoO92HPc/TyOJuwlt6pI/AAAAAAAAMI0/8pOTn98uEkc/s1600/419209_233449360069807_100002142342067_536804_913155043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VWydoO92HPc/TyOJuwlt6pI/AAAAAAAAMI0/8pOTn98uEkc/s320/419209_233449360069807_100002142342067_536804_913155043_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552989591267986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEHE! You know you know... i dont know how to interact with kids and im not good at interact with kids. IM SERIOUS! Im more good to interact with dogs in fact.&lt;br /&gt;Muack muack &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HrZieCgins/TyOJw_l06oI/AAAAAAAAMJk/leZPP51PYbQ/s1600/404259_233449833403093_100002142342067_536826_220495858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6HrZieCgins/TyOJw_l06oI/AAAAAAAAMJk/leZPP51PYbQ/s320/404259_233449833403093_100002142342067_536826_220495858_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553027977996930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrMIxCuPrnA/TyOJddsnKdI/AAAAAAAAMIc/315cuTgH7rs/s1600/423368_233449050069838_100002142342067_536790_1064177628_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JrMIxCuPrnA/TyOJddsnKdI/AAAAAAAAMIc/315cuTgH7rs/s320/423368_233449050069838_100002142342067_536790_1064177628_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552692462135762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yep. They gamble...&lt;br /&gt;Chu yi, Chu er, Chu san, i watch them gamble. AHHA!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pick up MJ! Who can teach me?! I want to 自摸十三!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdX2pUVBuwU/TyOJcguRdeI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/-knzMHVKFZE/s1600/424991_233448773403199_100002142342067_536776_929652883_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdX2pUVBuwU/TyOJcguRdeI/AAAAAAAAMIQ/-knzMHVKFZE/s320/424991_233448773403199_100002142342067_536776_929652883_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552676094539234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Y23VKyEo4/TyOJcAD2bBI/AAAAAAAAMH4/z0pjdewFAZQ/s1600/430613_233449480069795_100002142342067_536807_1199711098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Y23VKyEo4/TyOJcAD2bBI/AAAAAAAAMH4/z0pjdewFAZQ/s320/430613_233449480069795_100002142342067_536807_1199711098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552667326671890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the third day of CNY.... WENT BACK TO SCHOOl.__.&lt;br /&gt;Nightmare. Why ITE not automatic one?! It just the third day, we need to go back to school alr.&lt;br /&gt;At least the fourth day what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip our MPS make up class and rush home to change. Meet up with friends at tamp then cab down to joseph's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yfn0LeIe3s/TyOJvxlPg7I/AAAAAAAAMJM/ZhdbUvlSsMU/s1600/409291_233450020069741_100002142342067_536833_1099710327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Yfn0LeIe3s/TyOJvxlPg7I/AAAAAAAAMJM/ZhdbUvlSsMU/s320/409291_233450020069741_100002142342067_536833_1099710327_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702553007037580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THEN?! THEY GAMBLE AGAIN! &amp;amp;*($&amp;amp;@$*(^@*#^*@^$(^&lt;br /&gt;But... at least there's drama for me to watch^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZoKdoUJCk/TyOJcXdVicI/AAAAAAAAMIE/Zk5PIH3coL0/s1600/428314_233449983403078_100002142342067_536831_1621793275_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4BZoKdoUJCk/TyOJcXdVicI/AAAAAAAAMIE/Zk5PIH3coL0/s320/428314_233449983403078_100002142342067_536831_1621793275_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552673607584194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlI2ku4cic0/TyOJdljdu4I/AAAAAAAAMIs/99s7_-zB9X8/s1600/420637_233450096736400_100002142342067_536836_1488352022_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlI2ku4cic0/TyOJdljdu4I/AAAAAAAAMIs/99s7_-zB9X8/s320/420637_233450096736400_100002142342067_536836_1488352022_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702552694571252610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright, gtg. Gonna bath and heading out for movie date with girlfriend ^^&lt;br /&gt;Bye &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-7606337301558259962?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/7606337301558259962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-dragon-year-small-gathering-on_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/7606337301558259962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/7606337301558259962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-dragon-year-small-gathering-on_28.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vxLWpTGuUHo/TyOLMVdoWFI/AAAAAAAAMLM/4JtEQR5dIXk/s72-c/338939_230143643733712_100002142342067_528222_1852077773_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-3275240527563012138</id><published>2012-01-08T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:19:12.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It used to be "wrong" to be in a relationship at such a young age. But now, it seems like people are treating you as a weirdo when you're single at such a young age.__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be a crime when you lost your virginity. Now, it seems like, its so common to lost when everyone like "what century already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be guy who are the ones that are courting girls. But now, girls are courting guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be. It used to be..&lt;br /&gt;It used to be good guys are everywhere... It just.. used to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-3275240527563012138?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/3275240527563012138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-used-to-be-wrong-to-be-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/3275240527563012138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/3275240527563012138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-used-to-be-wrong-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-1654948706791739313</id><published>2012-01-04T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:19:31.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;We can have so much friends around us. BUT, who are the one that will stay with us through all the hard times? &lt;/span&gt;Human are selfish. They only self centered themselves. We treat them well, do you think they will appreciate it? Yes, they will. A FEW ONLY. So many of them are hypocrites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;An example,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you are crossing the road and there's a car infront driving towards you...Look, who the hell of your friends will actually run and grab you away?! Who the hell will risk their life to SAVE YOURS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, perhaps some of you might be thinking.. "yes, ill grab you or whatever" Let's see if this will happen when the situation occurred. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are the qualifications of friends? I believe FRIENDS is something precious that not all of anyone else can be replaced. Of course, those who accompany you shopping, chit chat with you, gamble with you? your so called "bro" or "sis"? Dont judge them too early. Yeah friends. Are they still friends when you are in need of help or danger? I doubt so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Issit a bad thing or good thing of not having too much trusts in humans? I seriously think that humans are so scary. Scarier than animals.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They can fake a smile and tell you they are happy when they are bloody not happy at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*I rather not have so much friends. I actually feel tired to figured out whether they are real or fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what about backstab now? Isnt silly when there's someone backstab about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you do, they backstab.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You change for the better, they comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You remain the same, they comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You change for the worst, they still comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nonono. I dont blame them. I just........................ dont understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And i realize one thing. When you dislike that person, what the person do, you will feel annoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Be it good or bad, you just feel fucking annoyed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But too bad la. We are humans. We are not god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We got to face the human's shit. Whatever they say or they do... just listen loh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Dont freaking be affected because of their peanuts comments.It brings harm to your life*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FLY: Im not troubled or something. It just a random post that i wanna type it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-1654948706791739313?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/1654948706791739313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-we-can-have-so-much-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/1654948706791739313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/1654948706791739313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2012/01/friends-we-can-have-so-much-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-1344371398491189844</id><published>2011-12-31T01:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T01:32:06.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;Love life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, i decided to blog about my love life. Its something worth to recall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i was 13(sec one) , i used to crush at one of my senior. Hes freaking amazing. I dont know. He just looks so.... hero to me. So yup, thought of many many ways to confess to him. Like writing letters? But then i dont know how to pass to him! HAH, i still remembered i wrote a love letter, but at the end.... didnt manage to give it to him. Everytime during break time or after school, ill go to basketball court and peep at him. He really shines when hes playing basketball *.* ( REMEMBER! Im 13 back then. ITS OK to sound silly) OH! Jiayi used to admire him too! Opsops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Same routine goes on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My crush stops at 15(Sec 3). I gave up. Somehow i think he wouldnt even fall in love with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Up till now, i guess he still dont know i used to like him. HAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So when i was 16 years old(Sec 4)... OPS! Admired one of my senior AGAIN. HAH! You know... secondary school what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok... Because of alot of mistaken actions, I THOUGHT THAT he likes me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, one of these days, i went to confessed. Its so scary! Wait. FACE TO FACE YOU KNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(Im not gonna say how i confessed) Arghh i feel so stupid. You know, he's a DNT student... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whenever theres DNT period i super happy la. Chances of bumping him super high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everytime we walked pass, ill keep giggling with my friends. Yeah, My bitchy friends. TianYing and Cherie. Well, not very close with Jiayi that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sad to say, i got rejected. 16 years, my first time of rejection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm.. i got this 2 ex. Er, i forgot its when im 15 or 16? No idea :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We last for about 2 weeks? Not more than 1 month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;End of the year.. during N levels... i met mk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Somehow, rather, we got together. To be frankly, the feeling is weird. I dont know. It feels like first love. Yeah, really love him alot. We last for 1 years and 2 months+. Hes the first guy that i hugged, kissed and hold hand. errrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Blah blah blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Then we broke up due to some reasons. Ah whatever la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So YUP! As you can see... i super involved with love during my secondary school times. Wakhahah! I KNOW RIGHT! Like anthomaniac. TEENS WHAT. wtf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the rejection, i told myself not to confess ANYMORE. Even though i like the person or what. But ok la.... i feel peaceful now. WITHOUT LOVE. Its much more peaceful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Able to blog it out because IM OVER WITH ALL THESE STUFFS. HELL YEAH. BYE:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy new year! *I wonder who will read-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-1344371398491189844?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/1344371398491189844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-life-anyway-i-decided-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/1344371398491189844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/1344371398491189844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-life-anyway-i-decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-7363593076653210828</id><published>2011-12-31T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:41:49.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's the last day of 2011. Yeah. Like finally! Throughout the year, there's nothing really happening. Im anticipating the end of 2012! Cant wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A really chilling 1 month holidays for me. The feeling of sleeping late, waking up at evening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hang out, or watch your k drama. Its so awesome THAN facing boring modules or stressing about your modules in school. Sighh, gonna do all the shit in one weeks time. S.U.C.K.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yup. What are my new year resolution? Hmm, basically... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pass all my tests/CA/exams! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Stay happy as always? ok sounds cock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Able to eat seafood? (Wait till i die)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haiya, there's really nothing much. The things that i wanna do, need to wait till after i graduate. Tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have been hanging out with Jiayi most of the time during holidays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks alot for being there for me. Hope we will stay close till......... forever? :P Hope so la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Cross out all the conflicts or whatever so)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meeting Hannah tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-7363593076653210828?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/7363593076653210828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-last-day-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/7363593076653210828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/7363593076653210828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-last-day-of-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-5859266146536783403</id><published>2011-12-29T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:11:48.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes i feel that the things that we do, we can find satisfaction in it.&lt;br /&gt;Recently i found some :) I think its rather silly and "embarrassed" to say it out, but yeah. I feel like writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After mopping the floor, when you see that your floor is clean... thats the moment i found my satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;-Exercise in gym, perspired like no other business, thats the moment i found my satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;-Pack your wardrobe, see your clothes are arranged neatly, thats another satisfaction isnt?!&lt;br /&gt;-OR maybe... getting good grades is also another satisfaction. (Well, sometimes we just wanna get good grades NOT because of... the cert? Perhaps you just want to impressed the person whom look down on you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Life is really great at some moment. On the contrary, life can be super suckish at a point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to cherish your loves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think of... how lonely our parent are?&lt;br /&gt;They raised us up, shower us with love, give us things that within their&lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt; capabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When they asked you to accompany them, you just rejected them because you wanna go out with friends. Put yourself in their shoes, how would you feel? Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very often, we forgot how our parent need love. As time goes by, they are ageing.&lt;br /&gt;To be frankly, we dont have much time with them either. 20 years later? 30 years? 40 years?&lt;br /&gt;Must we wait till they step into the coffin then we start to.......... regret or something? So, try to accompany your parent more :) No matter how they scold you, hit you, protect you, over concern or whatever thing you can think of, THEY ARE JUST... PROTECTING THEIR FLESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad always nag at me when i mentioned that im fat or in diet plan(although its fail).&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH! So yup. There's some words for you girls WHO KEEP WANT TO GO ON DIET OR SAY THEMSELVES FAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating is not a crime.&lt;br /&gt;Fat is not a crime.&lt;br /&gt;The only crime is, hurting your stomach by letting it starve( By koh wee thing ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you just gotta do? FUCK those people who said you fat. Tell them, eating is not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;But... for those who are over weight, of course must do some exercise to remain healthy la. wa liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yup...Signing off now &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-5859266146536783403?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/5859266146536783403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-feel-that-things-that-we-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/5859266146536783403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/5859266146536783403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-i-feel-that-things-that-we-do.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-4104221182942698383</id><published>2011-12-27T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T01:12:44.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So.... how's your day? I'm going down for a jog later on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at the calender. How much i want to end my college life. Well, to think of it.... what if i can't get into poly? What would i wanna do then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kinda envious my friends whom have interest on something.. like baking etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They know what they want to do. I wish to have a goal too. What are my hidden talents? :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just so miserable to do something that you dislike. Accounting? Writing for business? It just so boring! I cant imagine myself sitting in the office working like a bimbo in the future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh... because to deal with all the boring modules... i felt that my 2 years in ITE is a long long long long long long way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing interest in studies. Losing interest in everything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still...... YEAH! Get my ass off from ITE. Study study studyy............... with boring modules, boring teachers... but interesting cafe. Hell yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-4104221182942698383?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/4104221182942698383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/4104221182942698383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/4104221182942698383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2616818642740402487.post-2182736541249634412</id><published>2011-12-25T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:27:04.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very often, we encounter obstacles. Where does the obstacles come from? How do we solve it? &lt;div&gt;I dont know. With the long road ahead, im wondering how far is life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends, are they really there for us? Most of the time, we are alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, there's a phrase. "Even shadow leaves us". Cant differentiate whether im lonely? or empty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna leave Singapore. I wanna travel to some place... with snow... where everyone doesnt fake themselves. Ok, it sounds like heaven.__.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just gotta admit. We are all making use of each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I want people to know my feeling, not my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2616818642740402487-2182736541249634412?l=addictiontohim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/feeds/2182736541249634412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-often-we-encounter-obstacles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/2182736541249634412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2616818642740402487/posts/default/2182736541249634412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictiontohim.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-often-we-encounter-obstacles.html' title=''/><author><name>meimei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11036986907307407270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
