<?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-609063100865559251</id><updated>2012-02-06T14:31:19.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SimPLE</title><subtitle type='html'>happy new year!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-303620586832580481</id><published>2009-01-08T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T04:54:54.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>想太多，想太多？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;哇塞，才不到四天，五个人从我们班 “ 调” 回去他们去年的班。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 班，酱难读下去吗？可能吧。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 没有一个知己在身边， 的确难熬。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到去年，真的活得要生要死。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 都怪自己想不开，凡事都很固执， 定下来的东西，就会傻傻地守着，不可以改变。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底怕什么？怕背叛自己的承诺？怕出卖朋友？怕是非？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人言。。可畏。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小小年纪，想到这些，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;未免太复杂，太幼稚，太为赋新词强说愁了吧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可还没见过世面呢。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以后要怎么出去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说的没错啊。。是温室里的一朵，花？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈。。 常常只会说别人花瓶，温室里的花，看他以后出去怎样活。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在自打嘴巴了吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;花瓶又怎样？至少他们还有个样好看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;自己。。？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人与人的相处之道，好难啊。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 可有说明书？&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/609063100865559251-303620586832580481?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/303620586832580481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=303620586832580481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/303620586832580481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/303620586832580481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='想太多，想太多？'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3675644122947660017</id><published>2009-01-03T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:26:51.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>tomoro is the day! all the books.. assignments and stuffs are coming straight back to us. it's been.. how many years?? one.. two.. 3..4..5.. the 6th year in this school! i often wonder, if i've been studying in other class instead of A class, will my annual results be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peer pressure in A class.. well, it's the thing that drives me to study hard. i remember, form 2 and form 3 are my happiest year in this school. cause i've a bunch of frenss, high and crazy. till i step into form 4, well everything changed.. a complete opposite of those years.. i've been through a very emotional year, 2008. the sweet moments of orientation, close frens in different classes, struggles to keep those friendships,.. studies.. and then comes those rumours.. misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form 4 honeymoon year? haha.. i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now form 5 lu.. one year left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3675644122947660017?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3675644122947660017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3675644122947660017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3675644122947660017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3675644122947660017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-132425351312236362</id><published>2008-12-11T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:49:55.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>speechless. i'm so damn frustrated right now. wat the heck?!&lt;div&gt;camp camp camp, and i dun have my phone with me! ya understand me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the phone with..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : apa kau punya model?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : w580, yesterday i bagi kamu punya, sudah repair baik?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : oh. wait ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(paper moving sound, sili sala sili sala.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : ello? kami send out warranty sudah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : wat?! apa tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : send out warranty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : ha? apa send out warranty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : send out warranty maksud sudah bagi supplier untuk check la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : o, jadi... (trying to squeeze out a malay word..) bila bila.. (aiyah) how long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : maybe.. 2 weeks o.. paling cepat 2 weeks lah,,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me : haa? apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a she : kerana kami perlu kirim ke sana.. saya rasa bout 1 month.. lebih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me :..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weekss?? one month??? ohhhh, jz take my life!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm using my old fo-own, no taking picture.. no music.. no jogging with it.. no watsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if ya wanna call me,  or sms me, pls state ur name.. cause i don't know who u're at this moment.. cause i dont have ur contact munber.. all of them are inside the impaired phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-132425351312236362?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/132425351312236362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=132425351312236362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/132425351312236362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/132425351312236362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-2386822435717631072</id><published>2008-12-05T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:04:59.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>C.A.M.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i've been thinking of this for days.. maybe weeks. what am i gonna write in my next post? sometimes it really drives me crazy thinking of this. i would rather surf the net, listen to songs.. or read a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i had jz joined a camp few days ago.. to be honest, i din quite get the fun of the camp, though it's the last. maybe it's because i had spent way too much time in the "kitchen" during the camp. i would like to have fun with others.. especially with my close frens, instead, i'm stuck in that small little sizzling boiling spot called DE KIT CHEN. hey,  i'm not complaining ok. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i dun like to wash, clean, pick up other people's mess ,but it's my responsibility wad.. might as well do it, 'happily', cause whining wont help much. u'll be able to see all sorts of people in this camp,.. i mean ALL SORTS of people. some are.. always willing to lend a hand, some.. boast around the things they did (eventhough they din seem to help much) , some are like, 'i'm sick.. i don't feel well.. i'm scared..' haihyo, mafan betul these type of people. some.. only mind their own business.. some like to grumble on tiny whinny things.. they jz wont stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;HOWEVER, thr are still some people out thr who would care bout ur feelings.. help ya, do things togetha.. those are definitely some sweet memories..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 很（太）有计划的阿姆 - kah ming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 厨房阿姆 - me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 炒菜阿姆 - joanne &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 厨房杂工 - joy　&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da vico佬- kevin mah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 通马桶佬- paul tiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 关心大使- kit how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 见碟勇为佬- bernard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da funny 佬- kut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 傻傻佬- jiayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da gila 佬- jai seng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 好笑佬- ccm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 吵阿姆 - kebing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 天使凡人阿姆 - fionna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 整蛊专家佬- 可可&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 卖水佬 - whyetchien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 大佬- jacky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 小佬- 明仔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 霹雳扒拉阿姆- wenyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 拿钱佬- 咸&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 面包要切皮佬-vincent chai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da 不吃蒜米佬-kitwee&lt;br /&gt;da high老-ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;da missallthefun佬-szechun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all camp chung hua ajks.. 辛苦了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢大家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-2386822435717631072?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/2386822435717631072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=2386822435717631072' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2386822435717631072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2386822435717631072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-thinking-of-this-for-days.html' title='C.A.M.P'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-8938654950787532937</id><published>2008-10-21T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:27:29.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHARE :Why First Borns Rule the World and Last Borns Want to Change It.</title><content type='html'>read it! i've to say that, it's TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sibling rivalry. Relentless competition, name-calling, hair-pulling and blame-shifting plague households with two or more children everywhere. Can't we all just get along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sure, sometimes. But the reality is that all siblings aren't created equal and they don't get treated as such. Firstborns, for example, often get shafted because parents are stricter with them, while later-born kids might have fewer rules. And everyone knows that the youngest seems to get away with murder because parents have seen it all before. And where's the middle child in all of this? Forgotten or overlooked. --A HEM, totally right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of a stricter upbringing, for example, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;firstborn children tend to be more extroverted&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and confident&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;second-born kids are more rebellious and open to new experiences&lt;/span&gt;, he says. The &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;youngest child is usually the most creative and can be manipulative&lt;/span&gt; to get his or her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;taken from msn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Firstborn:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Firstborns are&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;ambitious, assertive, dominant and disciplined&lt;/span&gt; compared with their younger siblings. They're determined to succeed yet fearful of losing position and rank, and are defensive about errors and mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professions: The oldest tend to pursue vocations that require higher education, like medicine, engineering or law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compensation: A recent survey by CareerBuilder.com found that workers who were the firstborn child in their families were more likely to earn $100,000 or more annually compared with their siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Job level: Workers who are firstborn are more likely to report holding a vice president or senior management position, according to the survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous firstborns: Oprah Winfrey, Hillary Clinton, Winston Churchill, Sylvester Stallone and Bill Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middle:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Middle children are good at &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;negotiation, peacemaking and compromise&lt;/span&gt;, Dattner says. They are easygoing and diplomatic and are &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;usually closer to friends than family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compensation: More middle children identified themselves as earning $35,000 or less per year than firstborn or youngest children, according to the CareerBuilder.com survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professions: Middles tend to have excellent negotiating and people skills -- anything that employs these skills is a great fit. Middle children from the CareerBuilder.com survey said they work in nursing, law enforcement, firefighting and machine operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous middles: David Letterman, Richard Nixon, Madonna and Princess Diana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality: Youngest children love the limelight and are used to sitting in it. They are charming and creative, have a good sense of humor and manipulate others when they want to get their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compensation: Last borns were the least likely to report earning six figures, according to the CareerBuilder.com survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professions: Youngest children often gravitate toward artistic and outdoor jobs, according to the OSU survey. They're also successful in journalism, advertising, sales and athletics. Those who responded to the CareerBuilder.com survey reported working in art, design, sales and information technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job level: The majority of last borns in the CareerBuilder.com survey held administrative and clerical level positions. They also reported being the least satisfied in their current jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous younglings: Jim Carrey, Billy Crystal, Steve Martin, Cameron Diaz and Rosie O'Donnell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-8938654950787532937?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/8938654950787532937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=8938654950787532937' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8938654950787532937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8938654950787532937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/10/share-why-first-borns-rule-world-and.html' title='SHARE :Why First Borns Rule the World and Last Borns Want to Change It.'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-6119451355185867230</id><published>2008-10-02T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:32:14.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy/ depressing part of BLOGGING</title><content type='html'>hey yall, guess wat yo.. &lt;br /&gt;everyone has started blogging since... de last few months? many new blogs pop up, and like wat i've done wen i started blogging, all of them are finding waysssss to stand out, to impress.. the ones who're reading their blogs.. hm.. i guess it's hard to find bloggers who don;t open their blogs to the public.. BUT! there's one fren of mine who does that! and SHE's pretty AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see.. wen i first start blogging, like posting my first and ever.. er.. 'post'?&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are like.. u noe.. excitement, nerviness etc etc, all mixed up in a bowl of.. watever. cause we're all thinking.. wat if noone reads my blog? wat if noone drops a comment? wat if they find my blog lame? wat if.. wat if.&lt;br /&gt;and WHEN U GET UR FIRST COMMENT, wwwwwoooooohoooo, u'll be thanking him/her for being so kind to drop a comment. the first post is always lame.. say wat' my first time la.. not good at blogging la.. support me la, do drop a comment la'.. stuffs like that. being humble, is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen u get good response(s) back, u'll get keyed up and.. here comes the second post..&lt;br /&gt;there're many types of bloggers..&lt;br /&gt;some : like complaining.. like being an emo.. (i'm one) &lt;br /&gt;some : make a mountain out of a molehill.. 'owh, today i saw a wat.. blablabla.. and it's like a wat blablabla.. i'm so happy blablabla" &lt;br /&gt;some : write diaries.. 'i went to..xxx then i xxx and i xxx."&lt;br /&gt;some : show videos.. jokes.. stories.. &lt;br /&gt;some : keeps blogging though noone's leaving any comment&lt;br /&gt;some : stops blogging wen noone's leaving any comment.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..i noe wen i blog.. i let all the feelings (happy / sad) out of me.. and i feel so free to say watever i want here..that's the good part of blogging. however we all get discouraged wen we dun have any comments back. and start to envy those who gots lots lots of responses. haaha..i noe i'm one, &lt;br /&gt;are u?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-6119451355185867230?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/6119451355185867230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=6119451355185867230' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6119451355185867230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6119451355185867230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/10/joy-depressing-part-of-blogging.html' title='the joy/ depressing part of BLOGGING'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3121882942414733580</id><published>2008-09-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T05:48:26.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>有人说</title><content type='html'>有人说&lt;br /&gt;我很霸道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说&lt;br /&gt;我难相处&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说&lt;br /&gt;我很奇怪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说&lt;br /&gt;我心里不懂想什么&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人说&lt;br /&gt;我很执着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又有人说&lt;br /&gt;我太敏感&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人更说&lt;br /&gt;我放不开&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底还有多少‘有人说’的话？&lt;br /&gt;难道这些都是忠言？&lt;br /&gt;所以逆耳吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我原来不是自己想象中的那样不起眼&lt;br /&gt;原来我品格上真的有很大的问题&lt;br /&gt;只是一直以来&lt;br /&gt;他们都是在背后说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;该是反省的时候了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3121882942414733580?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3121882942414733580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3121882942414733580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3121882942414733580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3121882942414733580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='有人说'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5324673823511702437</id><published>2008-09-09T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:26:40.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>1.13am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye lids are flippin, barely can see the screen. my hands covered with residue of paints.. i'm worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't recall of sleeping early than 11 since..  don't know wen. i feel that i;m really drained this time. finally? or finally! homework's stacking up.. clubs' stuff.. fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.oo it's raining again... feel so refreshed in a sudden.. dad's jz woke up to see if i'm done, i should crawl back to my bedroom now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) great to blog in the middle of the 'night' ? early morning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5324673823511702437?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5324673823511702437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5324673823511702437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5324673823511702437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5324673823511702437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1627633839093457561</id><published>2008-09-05T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:22:11.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes open</title><content type='html'>so long din update lo, kelian, my blog is currently a 'desert', soo lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, who the hell cares? life's getting rather lazy.. losing incentive to do my daily chores. i can describe my life as 发霉。form 4's life is not as interesting as b4.. many things changed (HUGE CHANGES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays, independent day, tests'... over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me that my heart can still touch still breathe,&lt;br /&gt;From the inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1627633839093457561?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1627633839093457561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1627633839093457561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1627633839093457561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1627633839093457561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/09/eyes-open.html' title='eyes open'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1998076575580311377</id><published>2008-08-22T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:26:48.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a time MAshin</title><content type='html'>nooooo.. a week of holi jz.. SWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFF!&lt;br /&gt;coming to an end lo. i din do much actually, i mean in this week. went for lion dance camp and choir practices.. and spent my whole morning today, waiting for my turn to learn driving. P-I-S-S-E-D, yea, PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause olympic is on.. i tend to stick near to the TV wenever i have free time..&lt;br /&gt;so.. homework babies? sorry for not touching u guys.. i do feel guilty. :D&lt;br /&gt;but i promise i'll give u guys all the attention for the next two days. cause if i'm not doing that, i'm.. in serious trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rararoro. seems like everyone's busy with watever thing they're up to.. well,&lt;br /&gt;VIEWERS, i welcome ur comments!!!! or at least drop some words on the box there?&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be HAAAAPPPPIEEEEEE if i noe u've dropped by. chao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1998076575580311377?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1998076575580311377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1998076575580311377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1998076575580311377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1998076575580311377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-mashin.html' title='a time MAshin'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5765954288946752229</id><published>2008-08-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:07:48.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it wont be easy</title><content type='html'>prefect board's out. claps for those AHP..&lt;br /&gt;and also to the others who've made it into the prefect board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratzzz to those who've successfully flatter their way/ run down the others to their dream posts! " applause" u noe who u 're.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u think it's way off? acting like a doll in front of the teachers.. but then. PWOOFF! 'so wat? the teacher is not here!" and begin bad mouthing on the teachers..&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON U! &lt;br /&gt;riduculous! &lt;br /&gt;hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;better change for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. dont be a snob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5765954288946752229?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5765954288946752229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5765954288946752229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5765954288946752229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5765954288946752229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-wont-be-easy.html' title='it wont be easy'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-8486948936817534358</id><published>2008-08-11T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:26:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wase!</title><content type='html'>hopped onto the scale and guess wat?&lt;br /&gt;4* kilos??!! that's a lot of weight gain!&lt;br /&gt;feel so shittie, like every piece of shirt that i wear are getting tighter and tigher, and the jeans.. AWHH.. like the 'serunai malam', sarung nangka..&lt;br /&gt;(i'm not being emo/ sensitive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be honest, i feel like i'm a walking piece of pork chop. i'm HORRIFIED wen i can feel the fat around my waist trembling all the way as i was walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i'm ADDICTED to milk(with cereals), and my stomach will scream wen i don't take it.. plus the frequent snacking during the boring hours (3-5pm),  i ended up ---- havvin a big tummy &amp; elephant thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constant working out are not enough for me already.. need to think of something more intense and effective to lose those fatsss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-8486948936817534358?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/8486948936817534358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=8486948936817534358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8486948936817534358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8486948936817534358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/08/wase.html' title='wase!'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3849804713254496331</id><published>2008-08-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:08:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still smiling, inside!  :)</title><content type='html'>i'm a weirdo, outrageously ridiculous and an absolute emo. satisfied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, --- low EQ!&lt;br /&gt;many friends tend to misunderstand me, always..acting COOL (a better way of saying) / UNFRIENDLY (harsh), cause i jz don't know how to smile??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw.. how am i gonna deal with this?? darn. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i'd ever throw out any cold words on u guys! or putting up a blank face.  i jz find it hard hard hard hard to SMILE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't mean, i'm sad, or i'm angry or i'm .. watever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3849804713254496331?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3849804713254496331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3849804713254496331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3849804713254496331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3849804713254496331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/08/still-smiling-inside.html' title='still smiling, inside!  :)'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-6419305385371514469</id><published>2008-07-31T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:10:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:l</title><content type='html'>life's always unfair. bias, prejudice happens in every matter of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are u pretty enough?&lt;br /&gt;are u SKINNY enough?&lt;br /&gt;are your skin tone fair enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's everyone's concern in this realistic community. (malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, whatever. i'm jz me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-6419305385371514469?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/6419305385371514469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=6419305385371514469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6419305385371514469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6419305385371514469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/07/l.html' title=':l'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-4457869179134596028</id><published>2008-07-17T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:51:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bizzare</title><content type='html'>jz a few seconds ago.. i was still moody moody, cause of the tuition. haih. but after i come here.. to check out my little blog, the sulky me went away! (experiencing m-o-o-d swing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagagahahaha.. blogging &amp; singin! the same time, "i'll crie-eyeyey~" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it' totally ok if u guys're getting chills all over ur body now.&lt;br /&gt;eerie blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;maybe this is the knock-on effect after a tragic monthly test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-4457869179134596028?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/4457869179134596028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=4457869179134596028' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4457869179134596028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4457869179134596028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/07/bizzare.html' title='bizzare'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1031656226031794442</id><published>2008-07-09T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:42:01.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a whiMsical compulsion~</title><content type='html'>music, is perhaps one of the indispensable "thing" in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have this.. urge, lately, to become a singer! sound crazy? yea.. singing really makes me feel good, it makes all of us feel good! i'd been searching.. searching and searching for something i like to be, what i want to be in the future.. now that i've found it, but hm.. not pretty sure bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u see, i'm jz a typical girl who joins the choir. my voice's jz... ordinary, NOTHING SPECIAL! so.. i guess.. a 'singer'? it'll jz stay as a dream. but i do wish to have the chance to perform on stage, not in groups, but ALONE! i want people to hear me, jz me.. for once. (isn't she ridiculous? wake up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o well. time to, get out of my dream.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk186/johncenalovr91/?action=view&amp;current=emo-inlove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk186/johncenalovr91/emo-inlove.jpg" border="0" alt="emo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1031656226031794442?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1031656226031794442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1031656226031794442' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1031656226031794442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1031656226031794442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/07/whimsical-compulsion.html' title='a whiMsical compulsion~'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-2675467312857353767</id><published>2008-06-27T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T01:55:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>一段成长路程</title><content type='html'>今天&lt;br /&gt;我学到了&lt;br /&gt;很多哦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人类嘛。。&lt;br /&gt;善变&lt;br /&gt;家常饭啦&lt;br /&gt;我也是一样啦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;也曾犹豫不决啊。。&lt;br /&gt;但最终&lt;br /&gt;还是坚守着&lt;br /&gt;对自己许下的承诺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友&lt;br /&gt;别误会&lt;br /&gt;你们的思绪&lt;br /&gt;与我无关&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;决定了&lt;br /&gt;就不要后悔&lt;br /&gt;也不用和我交代&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我们之间&lt;br /&gt;不曾许下任何承诺。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-2675467312857353767?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/2675467312857353767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=2675467312857353767' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2675467312857353767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2675467312857353767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='一段成长路程'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1420197428163626280</id><published>2008-06-13T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:44:07.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are back!</title><content type='html'>haha we came back with  the third prize!&lt;br /&gt;same as last year! but we won't give up, cause we are jz starting to upgrade our choir's standard! all of us are feeling sooo lucky to get third place, again! cause all the teams had improved, lots. and so are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sibu, got first and kuching got second. haha. after the competition, we are soo good with kuching's team, we stayed in the same hotel -- Paramount hotel le.. and we also exchanged our scores, hehe, we'll get to sing ma ma mia soon..haha..&lt;br /&gt;nice to be friends with them, they are very very sociable.(many shuai ge mei nu) and congratz to them for getting second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to sibu on tuesday..set off at approximately 7am. in the middle of our ride, accident happened! woof, our high speed bus slammed into the rear of a van. (heART RACKING MOMENTS) the end result-- the rear mirror of the van was smashed to smithereens. well.. our driver got down and negotiate with van's driver..at the side of the road..&lt;br /&gt;soon police and reporter came.. haha, and we had to go to the police station in bintulu.. it took us bout one hour and half to get it done. we arrive at sibu at bout.. 4 something, and ridiculously, our driver din know the way to get to our hotel.. tsk tsk tsk. luckily we got 'people' in sibu, our ex student, fang hou helped us through the phone.. and we arrived safely at the hotel before 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 person per room for ladies and 6-7 person per room for the guys. note that the size of the guys' room is the same with ours. i double bed and i single bed. imagine how packed our room is,, and i had a terrible time, sleeping with my room mates.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's a sweet and notable memory.. choir.. love u guys always..&lt;br /&gt;photos will be posted.. maybe later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1420197428163626280?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1420197428163626280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1420197428163626280' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1420197428163626280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1420197428163626280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-back.html' title='we are back!'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3194385041945220395</id><published>2008-06-04T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:18:40.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>really CONfused..</title><content type='html'>jz read chung ong's blog, can't deny that wat he said is true..&lt;br /&gt;it's holiday, and u me him her should be spending it with families! wat on earth are we doing? going to school everyday, can't even have breakfast with my family, torturing my stomach, everyday milo milo milo. sien le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking at another perspective, hm.. if we don't have all those activities going on.. we won't have spent so much time with our frens (quite fun too) and wat bout all those competitions? performances? that we will be representing our school to go out there to compete, to show ourself, mei zhong students.. are we actually doing it for the school? or our own benefit and glory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, that's wat i'm really confused bout.. too many activities revolving around, i like some of them, there are some that i'm particularly not interested, and i was like, forced to do it.. to me, if i don't have any interest in that thing, then i'm totally not motivated to do that thing properly.. it's like wasting my time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been so so so long since i hang out with my best frens.. shing nee and esther hm.. i miss them so much.. the others are always fooling around..  the guys.. trust them nomore, non of them can be ur best fren.. even if they say it "of course u're my best fren", they dont reaaly mean it..&lt;br /&gt;i should get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one, no one, no one,&lt;br /&gt;can get in the way of what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;( not even family)&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys-noone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3194385041945220395?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3194385041945220395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3194385041945220395' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3194385041945220395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3194385041945220395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-confused.html' title='really CONfused..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-8678101305040221516</id><published>2008-05-26T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:29:25.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>;0</title><content type='html'>done crazy shopping in singapore.. &lt;br /&gt;now i'm back in m'sia.. in miri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; my brother's school choir, they're great! so gan dong!&lt;br /&gt;really happy seeing them perform, they're really really incrediblee.. if i got the chance, sure i'll study in singapore too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy lo.. shopping shopping,. bought many good stuffs.. but,, sorry guys.. din buy any thing for u, it's not like i'm going to somewhere far, it's only singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir practice will still be on this holiday, i hope i can truly enjoy it, and my brother's coming back! will make lots and lots of food for him.. hehe. and have him to tell me all the fun things in his choir. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-8678101305040221516?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/8678101305040221516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=8678101305040221516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8678101305040221516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8678101305040221516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/05/0.html' title=';0'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1690954250951438426</id><published>2008-04-30T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T06:58:56.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seEkin attENTION again..</title><content type='html'>hey HEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;anybody there????&lt;br /&gt;i'm here, it's me SHIAU THUNG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. going crazy, AGAIN. argh hate myself, why do i always like so much attention? greedy me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday have to stay till 4.30 aa.. tomoro's labour day, guess wat, we got CHOIR PRACTIce! at 8 O CLOCK FOR UR INFORMATION! AND YES, I AM SHOUTING HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna pei mama and baba yum cha also cannot.. eiyer, better dun complain so much, later the school print it out and hand it to my choir teacher then jiu cham lo..&lt;br /&gt;haha, i love banging the drum lately, after i learnt how to play it, i enjoyed it! thanks my frens.. who've helped me so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1690954250951438426?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1690954250951438426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1690954250951438426' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1690954250951438426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1690954250951438426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/04/seekin-attention-again.html' title='seEkin attENTION again..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1053905417974736575</id><published>2008-04-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:30:53.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzzz buZY!</title><content type='html'>fuUUH! choir got division champ.. but.. we've to go to sibu during mid year exam.. so sad.. and there'll be practices before heading off to the competition, looks like i'll have less time to finish up my hw and STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise that if u dun have the 'skills' to manage ur time properly.. u will end up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/SBQAFMEUSpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fXHeY9qFR6Q/s1600-h/th_frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/SBQAFMEUSpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fXHeY9qFR6Q/s320/th_frustrated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193776359403702930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THIS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH, while i'm tryin to finish up one thing, other things come tumbling down. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suffocating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1053905417974736575?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1053905417974736575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1053905417974736575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1053905417974736575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1053905417974736575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/04/buzzzz-buzy.html' title='buzzzz buZY!'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/SBQAFMEUSpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fXHeY9qFR6Q/s72-c/th_frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-985834912007275522</id><published>2008-04-22T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T06:55:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encouraged.</title><content type='html'>刚刚和哥通过电话。。 &lt;br /&gt;感觉舒服多。。，&lt;br /&gt;今天情绪好像又要与我作对，一直为些小事情感到沮丧。。&lt;br /&gt;难道是压力？还是因为今天我宝贝牙齿被牙医折磨了一番所至？  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天就要比赛了。。但我们个个以筋疲力尽，喉咙快被唱破了。。&lt;br /&gt;是否能保着冠军宝座， 还是被打得落花流水，就得看明天了。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;加油吧！我们要尽力！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-985834912007275522?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/985834912007275522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=985834912007275522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/985834912007275522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/985834912007275522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/04/encouraged.html' title='encouraged.'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-2861766023456862894</id><published>2008-04-18T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T06:46:01.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>low BATT</title><content type='html'>choir has been singing for the whole week!&lt;br /&gt;in the morning and at the afternoon.. arghh.. putting in so much effort, yet it hasn't reach the standard we want! i jz can't understand why some of them can't enjoy singing like some of us do? zero expressions on their face, wat?! are u guys singing at the funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choir choir pleaaaasssseeeeeee, make an effot, come to all the practicess, dun think that u're good enough and no need to practise for it! no pain no gain! i dun wanna lose, we all dun wanna lose! we must defend our CHAMPION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left 4 more days before DE DAY, ow.. so stressed! one choir is enough, and now i've to study the bible.. AAAA, jz finished act 3.. phew, it's tough when u're not taking bible knowledge and being a christian,.. haha, it's a challenge for me~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOIR JIA YOOUUU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-2861766023456862894?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/2861766023456862894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=2861766023456862894' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2861766023456862894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2861766023456862894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/04/low-batt.html' title='low BATT'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-8770584056021708235</id><published>2008-04-12T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T21:29:02.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it FLIES</title><content type='html'>time.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ub 2, over, and the next forthcoming thing is CHOIR competition, we've only got 1o more days to practise before DE DAY. 23 APRIL 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, we'll be singing 2 malay songs, putra putri and rasa sayang.. my goodness, can't we hav a better choice?? i noe i shouldn't hav think like that, because we're in malaysia wad, the standard's definitely.. u noe wat i mean..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess wad? i'm taking bible knowledge quiz... haha, though i'm not a christian, i'm interested in it, (+ wanna make use the bible that my frens have ggiven to me).it's jz two days after the choir competition, 25 april, hope i've got the time to cram the bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's sunday, and we got CHOIR PRACTICE!! woohoo,, have to sacrifice my add math tuition class.. haihyo, i love my tuition class, but,, bo bian.. choir dun go later ppl bu shuang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta have lunch now.. tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-8770584056021708235?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/8770584056021708235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=8770584056021708235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8770584056021708235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/8770584056021708235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-flies.html' title='it FLIES'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-6675552130647362118</id><published>2008-03-31T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:44:16.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>picss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.imageloop.com/looopSlider2.swf?id=b619e048-a752-1782-835c-0015c5fcf618&amp;c=01,01,02,01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" name="looopSlider2" width="425" height="325" style="width:425px;height:325px;" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:425px;padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageloop.com/setuplooop.htm" target="_blank" title="Make your own slideshow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imageloop.com/_img/bt_myo_new.gif" border="0" style="display:inline;" alt="Make your own slideshow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imageloop.com/slideshow/b619e048-a752-1782-835c-0015c5fcf618" target="_blank" title="View all images"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imageloop.com/_img/bt_vap_new.gif" border="0" style="display:inline;vertical-align:top;" alt="View all images"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="1" height="1" style="position: absolute;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="W47d81ec3da0a26d547f0a458a7fd0c1a" data="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47d81ec3da0a26d5/47f0a458a7fd0c1a/47d81ec3524b98b8/677a665"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/47d81ec3da0a26d5/47f0a458a7fd0c1a/47d81ec3524b98b8/677a665"  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-6675552130647362118?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/6675552130647362118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=6675552130647362118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6675552130647362118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6675552130647362118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/03/picss.html' title='picss'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3809481337870777067</id><published>2008-03-31T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:58:52.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another--</title><content type='html'>concert was brought to an end yesterday, 3 nights, every night doing the same performance, maybe because of that, the quality of the choir dwindled night after night.. "disappointment sneaks in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents and lttle bro was back in ipoh these 3 days, i din go with them though i had bought the air ticket.. cause of wat? concert la! have to follow shing's car wen i need to go here and there, thanks very muchie to emilio and her family.. ma fan ni bu hao yi shu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i learnt to take care of myself lo, can't wait to learn drivin a.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, the concert was pretty good this year.. 'claps'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz some pics here, only me and my frens.. sorriee, forgot to take pics on those performances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CVIkdfL6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DdENgMusQgc/s1600-h/DSC00255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CVIkdfL6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DdENgMusQgc/s320/DSC00255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807145562288034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEng yI me~ she's the conductor for chinese orchestra.. geng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CVbkdfL7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/nPsKaCjVQ28/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CVbkdfL7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/nPsKaCjVQ28/s320/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183807471979802546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the staffs in brand on street, i set my hair there on the second night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWEEdfL8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/0thWV6qFlxc/s1600-h/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWEEdfL8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/0thWV6qFlxc/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808167764504514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair.. 20 bucks.. my god.. nothing special le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWZ0dfL9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W7BOnQVTryw/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWZ0dfL9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W7BOnQVTryw/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808541426659282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and grace.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWkUdfL-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AMBalek5v2k/s1600-h/DSC00260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CWkUdfL-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/AMBalek5v2k/s320/DSC00260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183808721815285730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, my best fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CW5UdfL_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q4VIZD4zJa4/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CW5UdfL_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q4VIZD4zJa4/s320/DSC00303.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183809082592538610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lydia wearing that niu zhai mao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la.. will make a slideshow of my pics.. tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3809481337870777067?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3809481337870777067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3809481337870777067' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3809481337870777067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3809481337870777067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/03/another.html' title='another--'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CVIkdfL6I/AAAAAAAAAE4/DdENgMusQgc/s72-c/DSC00255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1915887375823819085</id><published>2008-03-19T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:38:28.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POstIN</title><content type='html'>HEY`~ emilio cui me update, haha, now update now update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long ho, since my last post, actually i dun have the mood to write anything la, cause everyday seemed the same u see, and i'll be babling bout frens la this la that la..sien la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen to my bro, dun wanna bother bout it.. hehe, now living quite happily. jz.. be with frens that are around me. i admit i've not go to the other block to see my best fren for.. quite a long time. dunno la, maybe all of us are happy of wat's around us, our own circle of frens.. (new ones) so, we'll only get together wen there's jz two of us, and during those times, i feel like we're back to the old times, when she's jz with me, and i'm jz with her and noone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost my voice.. sakit throat a, feel like it's swollen, can't eat things properly, cause it's hard to get all of them down to my stomach. go away la throat pain, i still have concert a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today concert rehearsal agggaaaaaiiinn.&lt;br /&gt;choir.. aduh, rasa sayang sayang hei, really sayang la, din manage to sing it good, all of us still can't get it despite of endless practices. straight As choir still quite ok eh.. friday have straight As choir practice!!!! it's good friday and we can't even have a break, 8-4? seemed impossible to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro choir practice, jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1915887375823819085?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1915887375823819085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1915887375823819085' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1915887375823819085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1915887375823819085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/03/postin.html' title='POstIN'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-7529853468321786352</id><published>2008-03-06T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T00:43:01.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tAggeD</title><content type='html'>heck.. get tagged by kurt.. jhee.. 'thanks'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55555555555 bad things bout me!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;numbo 1 i'm a paranoid, always being suspicious, 'are they talking bad things bout me?! o my god, i'm so not cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;numbo 2 i'm a jerk.. well.. i 'm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;numbo 3 highly sensitive, actually it's quite the same with the first one, hate those frens who dun say hi to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;numbo 4 negative thinking is my best buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;numbo 5 the horrible laziness, will play as long as i got time. i jz, wont concentrate especially when tests are approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i would like to tag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;chung ong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kit how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;karen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;go gor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;emilio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-7529853468321786352?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/7529853468321786352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=7529853468321786352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/7529853468321786352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/7529853468321786352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/03/tagged.html' title='tAggeD'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-9079074989223174558</id><published>2008-02-29T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T04:48:39.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ova</title><content type='html'>tests ova! again..&lt;br /&gt;it's our first test in form 4, and i'm hell not ready for it.. so, i'll be awaiting for the frightful moments to come wen all the test papers ssuuuppss down onto my tebaaeell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick of the concert rehearsal.. always doing the same old things same old things.. they didn't get better anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rather busy life will be starting soon, for me.. &lt;br /&gt;:P but i'll still have fun, lots of fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-9079074989223174558?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/9079074989223174558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=9079074989223174558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9079074989223174558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9079074989223174558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/02/ova.html' title='ova'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5380146090995363765</id><published>2008-02-21T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T05:42:30.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jz tell me.</title><content type='html'>wat have i done wrong? &lt;br /&gt;honestly, i really don't know&lt;br /&gt;seems like&lt;br /&gt;everyone is &lt;br /&gt;rejecting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignorance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;refusal to chat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cold treatments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hateful stares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pending tests&lt;br /&gt;too sad&lt;br /&gt;too down&lt;br /&gt;too tired&lt;br /&gt;to deal with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall thee &lt;br /&gt;give me strength?&lt;br /&gt;give me courage?&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps&lt;br /&gt;numb my feelings?&lt;br /&gt;end my sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause i&lt;br /&gt;have had tried&lt;br /&gt;changing me&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5380146090995363765?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5380146090995363765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5380146090995363765' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5380146090995363765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5380146090995363765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/02/haih-jz-tell-me.html' title='jz tell me.'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5616421593014712745</id><published>2008-02-15T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T05:24:25.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back again lo</title><content type='html'>哇， 好久没写部落格了。 不知大家有没有想念我？我想也只有我心爱的哥哥才会要看吧。近来的状况还蛮好的啦，只是忙了一点。昨天是vaLENTINES DAY 叻，猜猜看我拿到几份礼物？ZERO! HAHA, my close frens received some.. really jealous of them le.. noone give me present.. bohoo.. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.. concert rehersal again lo, choir did ok, 高材生 aslo ok lo.. jia you la, me so sia soi, sing solo there, sia soi betul, din manage to hold my mic properly.. so, my voice jz blur blur there lo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro, BSMM will be having its first activity in this yearr, hope many will SHOW UP SHOW UP! hehe, estimated members-- 200 something eh.. tomoro will be fun!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, addicted to jay chou lately.. not because of his appearance o.. it's his songs, really good la, love it.. thanks to my bro, cause he's that one who'd introduced all those songs to me.. hehe, managed to find piano sheets on those songss, HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i realise that not every fren will appreciate wat u do for them la.. they jz haih ya, take them as granted..i can proudly say that i've change A LOT, i mean A LOT, i'm always smilling now.. help ppl wen they needed them, more considerate to frens, being quite patient all the times.., jz be as happy as i can everyday, cause i noe we must appreciate every second on earth. so frens, pls, try to treat each of ur frens de same la, don't jz focus on those pretty ones and cute ones la, i noe i'm neither of them, but i got feelings too ok.. u guys are always forgetting me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5616421593014712745?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5616421593014712745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5616421593014712745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5616421593014712745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5616421593014712745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day-zero-haha-my-close-frens.html' title='back again lo'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-321133872541650445</id><published>2008-02-03T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:53:29.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelin.. tangy.</title><content type='html'>many frens left/are leaving.. is miri that bad? or should i say is malaysia that bad? perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's nice wen many of us think of going out to study.. (including me), but why do they like to leave before form 5? because they can save more time? dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guo wei, i actually feel sad when u said that u're leavin, i feel that u're really a good fren.. though we're not that close, but i'll remember u always, cause u treat ur frens real REAL nice.. so.. good luck to u! cheers! to a better life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts of the day,&lt;br /&gt;in this very moment, im still learning to manage my wobbling emotions.. i realise that no matter how the person treats u.. good or bad, it won't affect the way u treat them.. if a fren treats u like nothing, will u treat him/her the same way? haha, the old me would probably treat them the same way.. but now, i dun think i'll think in that way anymore.. congratz to me  wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.. their little actions sour my heart..(splashing vineger right onto my heart, OW! IT'S SHRINKING!) owh.. how could they? but now i think that i'm jz over reacting, OVER REACTING!  soo.. i'll get over every single thing that's  sad.. and be the happy me! smile~~ for me.. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-321133872541650445?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/321133872541650445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=321133872541650445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/321133872541650445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/321133872541650445'/><link rel='alternate' 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now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games. &lt;br /&gt;I have tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse. - u name it..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/em&gt; how i wish i'm..&lt;br /&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast. &lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have. - the more the better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping. &lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own the South Park movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. &lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with girls. - but not realli desparato-ly obsessed wif em' though..&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with boys.&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now. - why shudn't i?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant. - free meals..&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules. &lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state. - I wanna leave here..&lt;br /&gt;I like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt; paper.. pens..haha&lt;br /&gt;I can whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't stick to a diet. - i get fat..fast..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant pastime.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is. &lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when necessary. - like duh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blek.. spending time doin this.. haih yo,.. but.. it's fun!&lt;br /&gt;tagged by debbie and that kurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. i would like to tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my go gor!&lt;br /&gt;bonnie!&lt;br /&gt;lii ming!&lt;br /&gt;steve!&lt;br /&gt;jim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls.. all got tagged le..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-765290786465717708?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/765290786465717708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=765290786465717708' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/765290786465717708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/765290786465717708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/02/p-so-late-chai-post-tag.html' title=':p so late.. chai post the tag..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5663533179761892551</id><published>2008-01-26T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:10:50.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends are fading.. again..</title><content type='html'>hm.. feel stressed lately, workload are increasing.. increasing, and increasing..&lt;br /&gt;i started to get lazier every single day, sleeping during class is already a habit.. i feel, sinful.. like not respecting my teachers.. and not respecting myself.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, it'll jz last for some time, it'll go away soon. and after that, i'll get back on my feet, and maybe start to feel more happy wen i'm studying.. who noes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amos left us today, early in the morning. i din go to his farewell party, does that means i dun care bout him? i can tell u that i DO CARE! i noe what situation i'll be in if i were there, maybe u guys will think that i'm cold blooded, or i'm selfish, or watever it is, i dun really care.. cause i noe that inside me, he's my fren. and that's more than enough for me. it's not about how often u spend ur time with a fren, for me, it's bout little little memories u have with him, even a small thing that u've done together with him, can rest in ur heart forever.. thanks for the memories that u've given me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends are fading.. fast. those once so called 'best frens' haha, best frens no more..dunno why? these type of things.. always happen to me.. i'm tired of going to that block everyday, really tired, i'm exhausted. i often wonder, haha, why should i be the one who are always going to them? maybe i should start to live my own life without them, everyday stay in class, do my homework, read books.. better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by, hypersensitive thung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5663533179761892551?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5663533179761892551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5663533179761892551' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5663533179761892551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5663533179761892551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-are-fading-again.html' title='friends are fading.. again..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3714155814645539023</id><published>2008-01-19T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:20:23.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>回忆</title><content type='html'>昨天真的好开心哦。在dynasty 吃 buffet le.。 而且是 MUDAS请的。。差不多全部 counsellor 都有在，还有top 5, game masters, quatermasters, p.a le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i reached there, i was shocked to see a few of my frens wearing t shirt and short pants.. wase, geng a.. and i thought my outfit was a little bit too over.. like wanna show off le..really sorry la.. i really dun have the intention to do so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very very happy to see my mudas.. especially athirah them.. they all looked great last night. almost all of girls took pics with me.. so happy.. haha, can't describe that kind of feeling to u guys.. it's jz like heaven to me wen i was with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're bout.. forty plus of us last night in the wat 'rossita" cafe i guess? haha, we're quite noisy, haha, the waiters and waitress seemed a bit unhappy cause we're jz.. too playful la.. disturbing other clients.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat beside jong ling and kurt.. that kurt really guo fen o, keep telling cold jokes.. haha but i still can laugh cause the jokes are really stupid... it was hilarious to see kurt eating, keep stuffing his mouth with food.. and laugh and talk at the same time..haha. it's really a fun time together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thank you to my buddies.. liiming, raymond, whye tchien them.. for the compliments.. haha, i was really happy to hear that.. though i noe i have flabby arms.. whole body fat fat but still wear like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took quite a lot of pics.. and i'm glad i took a pic with shiwei at the last minute before i went home.. hehe, thanks to gali.. if not i'll regret for the entire of my life.. haih.. i also forgot to take pics with other mudas.. hope they can send me the pics which have me and them inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say.. jz wanna show yall some pics.. feel sad because last night might be the last gathering for us counsellors and mudas.haih.. life goes on.. again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Ljfd7nB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lq-c-DgNPVg/s1600-h/my+dinner+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Ljfd7nB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lq-c-DgNPVg/s320/my+dinner+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157434653042739186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     sot sot de kurt, i look awful la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lj9N7nCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/CGoHnQUvD70/s1600-h/my+dinner+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lj9N7nCAI/AAAAAAAAADE/CGoHnQUvD70/s320/my+dinner+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157435164143847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     mudas.. quite blur a..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LkIt7nCBI/AAAAAAAAADM/POjxqQq3CsY/s1600-h/my+dinner+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LkIt7nCBI/AAAAAAAAADM/POjxqQq3CsY/s320/my+dinner+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157435361712343058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     shin yee.. hehe so pretty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lkxt7nCCI/AAAAAAAAADU/3gd0dqYwjoA/s1600-h/my+dinner+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lkxt7nCCI/AAAAAAAAADU/3gd0dqYwjoA/s320/my+dinner+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157436066086979618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      cindy.. cute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LlgN7nCDI/AAAAAAAAADc/dvlzLlcyljM/s1600-h/my+dinner+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LlgN7nCDI/AAAAAAAAADc/dvlzLlcyljM/s320/my+dinner+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157436864950896690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      galiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Llzd7nCEI/AAAAAAAAADk/IsdFqM3jHBA/s1600-h/my+dinner+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Llzd7nCEI/AAAAAAAAADk/IsdFqM3jHBA/s320/my+dinner+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157437195663378498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     shi wei and me! too far le.. can't see.. fat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lm_t7nCII/AAAAAAAAAEE/QLNjTvKASPc/s1600-h/my+dinner+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lm_t7nCII/AAAAAAAAAEE/QLNjTvKASPc/s320/my+dinner+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157438505628403842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     pik jeng and jia yi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LnOt7nCJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dLP8cJo5IGk/s1600-h/my+dinner+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5LnOt7nCJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dLP8cJo5IGk/s320/my+dinner+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157438763326441618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      fiona and lii ming o.. whispering there.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lnz97nCLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XPVutJhLAzw/s1600-h/my+dinner+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Lnz97nCLI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XPVutJhLAzw/s320/my+dinner+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157439403276568754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   jong ling.. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MUDASS! I HAD A GREAT TIME! THANKSSS A BUNCH.. I'LL ALWAYSS LOVE U GUYSS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3714155814645539023?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3714155814645539023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3714155814645539023' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3714155814645539023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3714155814645539023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='回忆'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R5Ljfd7nB_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Lq-c-DgNPVg/s72-c/my+dinner+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-4875476904165261889</id><published>2008-01-13T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T05:44:35.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>orientation's over, many ppl are blogging this..it'll stay in my heart forever, all those sweet and sad memories.. i really love this orientation, cause i can be with my frens every single day! now that's over, haih.. back to my boring school life again, what will accompany me? my homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned a lot in this orient, spent lots of time with my frens.. my lovely frens..&lt;br /&gt;awh, really miss them now, shing nee, lii ming, kit wee, donald, shin lee, jong ling, joanne,kit how, jai seng and of course, my muda, shi wei.. haih, little chance to be together liao.. i did stayed overnight for the last two days, but din help much.. haih.. congratz to those who're in charge of the closing ceremony! u guys did great! it was a success..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy, cause i received many sweet memories! from my frens and new student, i was so so touched, but sadly, haha, there's still no tears in my eyes, cause i'm scared if i let it all out, i won't be able to stop it, adui, tell u the truth la, i'll only cry when noone's around.. so, i guess u guys won't see me crying..never!(am i crazy)haha, gek dao when some new students said i was very fierce, haha, but still pretty when i'm fierce haha haha, make me soo happy le, though i noe it's not really true =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i took quite a lot of pictures with my frens.. but actually only a few with my phone.. the others are with my frens camera.. so miserable.. now i only have a few my friends and me de pictures.. haih..i really really hope there's a second chance for me to take pics with them.. and guo wei, angry him cause he din tell me earlier that he'll not go to school after yesterday, he's going to tasmania.. will miss him.. hope he'll come back to school more often before he leaves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oNpt7nBxI/AAAAAAAAABM/d-cvDKAXDpU/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oNpt7nBxI/AAAAAAAAABM/d-cvDKAXDpU/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154947733834368786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (at night)everyone's blowing balloONS, except me cause i dunno how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oOb97nByI/AAAAAAAAABU/U3lPrd7VABc/s1600-h/DSC00052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oOb97nByI/AAAAAAAAABU/U3lPrd7VABc/s320/DSC00052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154948597122795298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   wahaha, they are setting up the line for the balloonS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oO297nBzI/AAAAAAAAABc/W1jDlYDS644/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oO297nBzI/AAAAAAAAABc/W1jDlYDS644/s320/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154949060979263282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  kelian kok chung, sleepy and yet still working o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oPW97nB0I/AAAAAAAAABk/N3_LhACyUw8/s1600-h/DSC00050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oPW97nB0I/AAAAAAAAABk/N3_LhACyUw8/s320/DSC00050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154949610735077186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have time to take pic with JOanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oPp97nB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/TLaptabrOPM/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oPp97nB1I/AAAAAAAAABs/TLaptabrOPM/s320/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154949937152591698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, in the morning, sun still haven come out, then i take a pic with jong ling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oQ6t7nB3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xlVBN_hpSKE/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oQ6t7nB3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/xlVBN_hpSKE/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154951324427028338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ah.. with lovely shing nee, new students around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oRjd7nB4I/AAAAAAAAACE/j7iKio7meOQ/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oRjd7nB4I/AAAAAAAAACE/j7iKio7meOQ/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154952024506697602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  my sweet mudas.. ah song, and my muda, shi wei! cute ge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oVMd7nB9I/AAAAAAAAACs/0o2ff-kp9pI/s1600-h/DSC00057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oVMd7nB9I/AAAAAAAAACs/0o2ff-kp9pI/s320/DSC00057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956027416217554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  haha, mudas again.. kok chung and daniel! shuai ge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oVi97nB-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/K6IoR4u90PA/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oVi97nB-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/K6IoR4u90PA/s320/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154956413963274210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   ai yo, raymond and me.. we've been best frens for so long le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oTZ97nB7I/AAAAAAAAACc/Q38wC0RG0zg/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oTZ97nB7I/AAAAAAAAACc/Q38wC0RG0zg/s320/DSC00063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154954060321195954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  haha, my new students, chong ching and leola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oT6t7nB8I/AAAAAAAAACk/QyLjOI_8GF8/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oT6t7nB8I/AAAAAAAAACk/QyLjOI_8GF8/s320/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154954622961911746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  shin lee, cool cool de pose there haha, me a bit sha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will miss ALL of u Guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-4875476904165261889?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/4875476904165261889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=4875476904165261889' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4875476904165261889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4875476904165261889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientations-over-many-ppl-are-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R4oNpt7nBxI/AAAAAAAAABM/d-cvDKAXDpU/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-4412231175279512580</id><published>2008-01-09T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T05:22:26.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>people change, FAST.</title><content type='html'>the SIXTH day... still have three more days left..&lt;br /&gt;dunno la.. jz dun feel so excited anymore, not so happy anymore..&lt;br /&gt;haih, friends are always one of the common topics i mention in my blog..&lt;br /&gt;so, really hope u guys won't feel sien of this la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as one of the counsellors, i'm really not doing anything, felt so useless, just so useless, maybe it's the reason why most mudas.. dun like me, or dun respect me..&lt;br /&gt;haih, u've chosen the wrong person for this post! cause i'm not fit to be a counsellor! wen they have gatherings.. i dunno about it.. haih, maybe it's my own fault, i should ask them frequently on these type of things, take care them more..&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late to say all these stuffs.. it's jz too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's a good thing to end the orientation, faster. focus on my studies. jz my studies. cause frens, are easy to find, but, hard to keep. i guess te mudas won't remember me after the orientation. like one of my best frens said, jz stay as happy as possible in the orientation, eventhough u noe some ppl beside u are not true, (they tend to say sthg that u like, pretend to care for u), anyways, i'm still happy, whether u're true or not, i won't noe. all i can say is, i've given my heart to u all, feel it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-4412231175279512580?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/4412231175279512580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=4412231175279512580' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4412231175279512580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4412231175279512580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/people-change-fast.html' title='people change, FAST.'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-6715187453910740391</id><published>2008-01-05T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T06:47:41.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OriENtation 2008</title><content type='html'>today's the third day, the most tired day so far..&lt;br /&gt;afternoon we play water games, i;m lucky to be one of the station masters!!&lt;br /&gt;so high!! we got really high before the new students come out from the hall.&lt;br /&gt;all of us ajks are jz out there in the rain for the whole afternoon, setting up the games, really fun.. we hug together when we get cold, we even use the water balloon to play as fake boobs! hahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all wet wet... really shuang.. i guess i can say that we're lucky to have rain, heavy rain! and we're also fortunate enough to have the rain stopped jz before the new students go out to play..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm got a little bit angry when the one member of the last group spit out some words-- which i DUN like! she said" i dun FREAKIN care!" after she failed to put the balloon into the pail. really shao o.. tak ada discipline langsung.. but i din scold her or wat la, jz tell the group leader what she'd said.. hope i won't hear anything similar to this anymore throughout this orientation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.. two days liao, our group still din get the best report award..really disappointed, cause i wrote one of them.. why? i also dunno why, maybe my suggestions and feedbacks are not good enough.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still have six days to spend with the new students, and i'm happy to spend time with my frens, mudas.. after this orientation, i guess we wont have much chance to be together anymore.. so, i must treasure all these moments together, as happy as possible.. jia you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-6715187453910740391?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/6715187453910740391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=6715187453910740391' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6715187453910740391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6715187453910740391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientation-2008.html' title='OriENtation 2008'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-2463865747870964689</id><published>2008-01-03T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T04:48:48.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE my class</title><content type='html'>today's juzt the first day, and i really hate my class, cause almost all of them are nerds! now i only got a few good frens left, one of my best friends has left, and sooner or later, the other one is going to leave me too! i'll surely miss 3A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all because of my stupid brain, like shit a, dunno think wat wanna take chinese, now shuang lo, suffer the consequences on the decisions that i'd made myself! change pi la change. pay the price u fool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-2463865747870964689?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/2463865747870964689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=2463865747870964689' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2463865747870964689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2463865747870964689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/hate-my-class.html' title='HATE my class'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-6261757654528113145</id><published>2008-01-01T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T04:51:41.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1.1.2008</title><content type='html'>although it's the first day of the year, we still have to go back to school to prepare for the orientation but at least i'm not alone, cause i got my frens! family for the night time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih, today i saw something terrible, it's concerning a fren of mine, he's using the wrong way to relieve stress, i jz hope that i can talk to him, but, i;m scared of being a busybody. hope he'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realized that a fren can leave u in any second, without hesitation... haih, say no more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-6261757654528113145?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/6261757654528113145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=6261757654528113145' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6261757654528113145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/6261757654528113145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2008/01/112008.html' title='1.1.2008'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-2727645532363135531</id><published>2007-12-31T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:40:12.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last few dayss of 2007</title><content type='html'>lion dance training started on 28 dec, and ended today.&lt;br /&gt;it was totally a new experience for me, i have never play chia (cymbal), or the gu before.. i admit that i'm a slow, really slow learner, it sucks when u can't play it right, after ur mentor teaches u for many many times.. the feeling is jz unacceptable, like it's telling u that-- u're freakin stupid! so.. realy sorry if i can't catch up.. but thank you for those who'd taught me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw.. i jz learned half half only, didnt manage to learn everything, cause it takes time... a lot of time.. still, i was happy cause i can spend time with my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother went back to singapore yesterday-- a sunday, sad sunday. one month of holiday seemed too short for us, time's always running out when u spend it with ur love ones.. but it's a fact, he'd gone back to study, and so am i, i'll have to start going to school in the next few days, everything goes back to where it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. have to wait half a year before i can see him again, guess he's not coming back for chinese new year. but it's ok, since cny has only a few days of holiday, it'll be difficult for him to go back to ipoh, too rushy. life goes own..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite a busy year for me, first, study for pmr, then for orientation and stuffs. this holiday is jz packed. but luckily, i still have the time to go on vacation with my family.. loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 DECEMBER 2007, many sweet and sad memories in this year, they'll all stay inside me for life. bye 2007, and hellooo to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;best wishes to everyone, which include my precious family, and my beloved frens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-2727645532363135531?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/2727645532363135531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=2727645532363135531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2727645532363135531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/2727645532363135531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-few-dayss-of-2007.html' title='the last few dayss of 2007'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3982465703040228137</id><published>2007-12-27T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T05:21:11.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>i'm pleased. with my pmr result.&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time, i felt bad, cause some of my frens din get straight As.. so, pls dun give up, u can start by working hard in ur form 4..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel any excitement at all, cause the name on the pmr slip is wrong! &lt;br /&gt;wong shiau thung-- wong shian thung.. it's all my fault all my fault.. din check propery.. haih. can someone help me fix thiss?? GOD??? o no.. i'm a free thinker..&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to fix all the mess up BY MYSELF. huo kai la me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro lion dance training lo.. jia you for me, cause i'm slow and stupid, must focus o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3982465703040228137?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3982465703040228137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3982465703040228137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3982465703040228137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3982465703040228137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-3566520050188121351</id><published>2007-12-21T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T08:20:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R2vLld7nBwI/AAAAAAAAABE/YC46SqRpvRw/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;guess who's back???????&lt;br /&gt;ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ya.. yall won't feel the excitement i'm feelin' right now..&lt;br /&gt;i was back here yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;7am from kk to miri, i was sooo tired, cause i din sleep much.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cause i slept at the airport, about 12 AM i arrived at KK international airport, then called a cab, went to terminal 2, sitting + sleeping on the airport chair, then 5 o clock check in at the counter. 7 am fly back to MIRI! geng a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta tell yall that i learnt quite a lot of things during this trip!&lt;br /&gt;the greatest thing from this trip is that i get to spend time with my family. My parents and my brothers. we had fun time together, the food there were great, (most of them la..) got jiao zi, bao zi, dong buo rou, thai+china style de food(excellent), man tou, mongolia cow's milk, beef satay, lamb satay, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, the scenery were extremely stunning! it's like heaven there!&lt;br /&gt;let me show yall some pictures! slideshow there. p.s. jz look at the view behind me,but not me, cause i'll spoil the whole beautiful landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place there was chilly, especially in chengdu, bout 14 degree celsius below zero o.. almost freeze to death. my whole face, the ears, the nose, the mouth were all NUMB.u can pinch them without feeling any pain... cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ate a lot during this trip, hehe, more fat liao. the food there were mostly oily but they taste between ok and great. maybe it's a trick to keep warm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw many unpleasant things there, a mixture of feeling came rolling in by those times, anger, sadness, sympathy. wat will u feel wen u see a young child, lying on the busy street, lunging his head up and down as a gesture of begging?&lt;br /&gt;a middle aged woman, using a 4++ cute little boy, running around u to beg for money? &lt;br /&gt;wat a pity! i felt anger erupting in me at the same time, how could they?&lt;br /&gt;teaching the youngs to beg while they have their hands, legs, not to say their brains intact? how shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; still, as a whole, i'm jz a small tourist there, can't do something for them. i had a fabulous time there, it was an enjoyable trip! so, hope u guys can go to china, to get know the mighty history and the culture of it, take a look at the marvels of china, and experience their way of living. ( dun forget try their local cuisine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o ya, kurt, why aren't u posting? i'm waiting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i guess this is all for the trip in china. see ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=tp&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2017612633062061098&amp;site=widget-2a.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"/&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=tp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=2017612633062061098&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/p1/2017612633062061098/tp_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=tp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=2017612633062061098&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/p2/2017612633062061098/tp_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=tp&amp;ad=0&amp;id=2017612633062061098&amp;map=E" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-2a.slide.com/m/2017612633062061098/tp_t043_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-3566520050188121351?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/3566520050188121351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=3566520050188121351' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3566520050188121351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/3566520050188121351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1343469359626100549</id><published>2007-12-08T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:59:22.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair, New ME!</title><content type='html'>guess wat? i had a new hair cut yesterday! at Brand On Street!&lt;br /&gt;i had it cut short! look quite good with this new hair style(that's wat my family says.. u noe them de la) haha, but i personally think that it's quite ok, i love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to Beijing the dAY after tomorrow o.. will be colddddd, gagaga.&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of cherng du.. eiyer, i was frozen during my stay there.&lt;br /&gt;hope this trip will be fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New ME? now, i am going to change myself... all those bad de will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;bit by bit, i learn not to care as much as i do b4, how some of my 'so -called' frens treat me, u can treat me like.. i dunno, whatever way u like, i wont care that much, cause, that aint my problem buddy.&lt;br /&gt; friends, come and go, u thought u're one of their closest frens? then u're WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;never ever think like that, for me la, cause u'll get very ( i mean VERY) disappointed wen u found out that that's not the case..&lt;br /&gt;so, agree or disagree, depends on u lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some frens are meant to be.. jz playmates,and they'll never be true.&lt;br /&gt;u laugh together, u play together, hang out together, but still feel the distance between u and them.. &lt;br /&gt;they always think that it's us, who're not trying to make frens, not trying to get involved in frens' outings.. but if u're always the one who get left out, would u still, have the courage to hang out with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please,beware, before u spit those words out, think carefully, ask urself whether u really want him or her to hang out with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking back bout the new me, i will jia you! thanks to my family, christine, and emilio, who're always there to care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1343469359626100549?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1343469359626100549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1343469359626100549' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1343469359626100549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1343469359626100549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-hair-new-me.html' title='New Hair, New ME!'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-9090998799560006329</id><published>2007-12-07T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:51:41.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pika pika, today's mood quite good le.. thanks friends and family..&lt;br /&gt;why so little comments de lately?? hm.. have to see what's going on..&lt;br /&gt;maybe i;m writing rubbish or wat, so u guys are not interested ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla, anyway, i still like to blog..&lt;br /&gt;today i went to school again, luckily esther got go.. we went to&lt;br /&gt;yumcha with other frens.. they're nice.. another happy moment 2gether..&lt;br /&gt;later, i went shopping with my bro, wohoo, guess how much we spent on groceries?&lt;br /&gt;approximately 100 bucks!jz on a few bags of crap/food.. so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo, and by the time i get back home, it's already late, have to rush, &lt;br /&gt;eat lunch, bake cookies, go to kit wee's house..&lt;br /&gt;but, din make it on the last one, cause the cookies need moretime than expected.&lt;br /&gt;so.. really sorry guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way,so cham, amos's sick.. hope he'll get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thoughts for today---&lt;br /&gt;i'm back on track again.. not feeling moody and sorry for myself today (after a lecture from my bro"), so, i'll make it last.. as long as i can. buddies, help me, will ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-9090998799560006329?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/9090998799560006329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=9090998799560006329' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9090998799560006329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9090998799560006329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/pika-pika-todays-mood-quite-good-le.html' title=''/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1569663791702834881</id><published>2007-12-04T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T05:29:30.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>awaken</title><content type='html'>i started my morning, went to school for dance and sing rehersal.&lt;br /&gt;after a morning of catching up the dance, i was already femished, and whacked out..&lt;br /&gt;then in the afternoon, i was in the hall, with three other counsellors and mudas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started a conversation with one friend, which later turned out to be sort of like, LECTURE.&lt;br /&gt;it was bout my attitude la.. my stupid attitude. i often gave people an impression of being cool, i admit that talking to me can be tiring AND IRRITATING, cause..i like to talk negatively, haha, that's what he told me, and i din even realize that till.. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said, this is the thing he hated the most, in me, wei.. sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;people jz dun change right(they do, but, not so fast bah) but i'll try la, so, my friends out there, please give me some time and help me, slap me wen i talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've also been told that i'm quite, haha, that's because i'm drifting into my thoughts.. or maybe i jz dunno wat to talk that time.. forgive me forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.. why am i writing all these crap?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1569663791702834881?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1569663791702834881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1569663791702834881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1569663791702834881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1569663791702834881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/12/awaken.html' title='awaken'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5335889957209217772</id><published>2007-11-28T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:06:25.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>aHAha..</title><content type='html'>remember that i said i xian mu u for being sick?&lt;br /&gt;well.. now i no longer have to xian mu u lo..&lt;br /&gt;cause, i'm sick liao today, hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;so zhun meh?&lt;br /&gt;haha, really zhun, caught a cold yesterday, this morning start to shiver, cough, flu..&lt;br /&gt;then my mom says i have a fever.. but when we come to the clinic, it's CLOSED!&lt;br /&gt;so, have to wait maybe tonight cai qu see doctor..&lt;br /&gt;luckily, after having a panadol, my fever eased, now only have a sore throat, and a runny nose. &lt;br /&gt;haha, see, i'm still healthy enough to update my blog o!&lt;div 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title='aHAha..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5415501047015720548</id><published>2007-11-28T01:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:15:01.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a FaiLure?</title><content type='html'>yea.. guess wat? i'm not going to chung hua camp!&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i can't stand to be tortured anymore! not for the third time!&lt;br /&gt;well.. u can call me a failure, too girly, shi bai.. and whatever that u can think of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to go at the last minute, after i hear the briefing..&lt;br /&gt;the rules are quite tough for this year, no short pants, no calling back to mom and dad, no junk food.. this and that.. so, i guess it doesn't suit me at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my frens said.. if u dun go, u will bei kan bu qi o.. and one said, dun go dun go lo.. haha, am i really that annoying to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking bout that over and over.. really? really hui bei ren kan bu qi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, i wish u guys good luck, have fun without me (cheh, like i'll ever be weighty to u guys)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it won't make much difference anyway even if i go.. so.. byebye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5415501047015720548?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5415501047015720548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5415501047015720548' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5415501047015720548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5415501047015720548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/11/failure.html' title='a FaiLure?'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-9030251065835908937</id><published>2007-11-28T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:07:50.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>givE me some Response le..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz8xhoyQhg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jPz8xhoyQhg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-9030251065835908937?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/9030251065835908937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=9030251065835908937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9030251065835908937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/9030251065835908937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/11/funny-or-not.html' title='givE me some Response le..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-1817410288142498999</id><published>2007-11-26T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:12:12.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SomeThIng Pleasurable..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ippaLnRgdk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ippaLnRgdk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jz listen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nuit vient apporter à la terre &lt;br /&gt;Le calme enchantement de ton mystère &lt;br /&gt;L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce &lt;br /&gt;Si doux est le concert de tes doigts  &lt;br /&gt;Chantant l'espérance &lt;br /&gt;Si grand est ton pouvoir transformant tout en rêve heureux &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nuit, oh laisses encore à la terre &lt;br /&gt;Le calme enchantement de ton mystère &lt;br /&gt;L'ombre qui t'escorte est si douce &lt;br /&gt;Est-il une beauté aussi belle que le rêve &lt;br /&gt;Est-il de vérité plus douce que l'espérance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-1817410288142498999?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/1817410288142498999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=1817410288142498999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1817410288142498999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/1817410288142498999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-pleasurable.html' title='SomeThIng Pleasurable..'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-4301649846692864044</id><published>2007-11-25T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:42:51.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>damaged, Badly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;do u noe wat it feels like to be left behind?&lt;br /&gt;do u noe wat it feels like to be the last one to know everything that ur frens did behind u?&lt;br /&gt;do u noe wat it feels like when... u dun even noe who is true??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i noe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all of these happenings are ur own fault.&lt;br /&gt;maybe u're not nice to them? acting too cool?&lt;br /&gt;or maybe u're jz not worthy to have a friendship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, why did u care so much? they won't let u be a part of them..&lt;br /&gt;might as well live ur own life, bother nothing on whatever thing that's happening around..&lt;br /&gt;if it's that way, will u be happier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You don't have to say, what you did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I already know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now there's just no chance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;for you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;there'll never be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And don't it make you sad about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The damage is done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I guess I be leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cry me a river,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cause I've already cried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And it is breaking me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Watching the world spin 'round&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;While my dreams fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is anybody out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It is breaking me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No more friends around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And my dreams fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Is anybody out there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can anybody out there hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cuz I cant seem to hear myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can anybody out there see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cuz I cant seem to see myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;It's gotta be a heaven somewere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you save me from this hell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can anybody out there feel me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cuz I cant seem to feel myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Losing my way,Keep losing my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Keep losing my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Can you help me find my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Losing my way,Keep losing my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Keep losing my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you help me find my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-4301649846692864044?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/4301649846692864044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=4301649846692864044' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4301649846692864044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/4301649846692864044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/11/damaged-badly.html' title='damaged, Badly'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-609063100865559251.post-5007767916100487143</id><published>2007-11-23T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:14:42.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CoUrage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R0fiUJgZS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sglynTaoj0c/s1600-h/Emoticon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136322735816395746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R0fiUJgZS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sglynTaoj0c/s320/Emoticon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Courage. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Is this word familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess this word revolves around every single one of us here, me, you, him and her..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;still remember the first time u read in front of class? the first time u step onto the stage to sing, dance or talk? the first time u tell him/her how much ur're deeply falling in love with him/her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see.. courage is desperately needed to do all these..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here i am, finally have the guts to post out my first blog ever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dunno, maybe it's the urge of having all my sorrow, grieve, happiness, to be shared, with frens, with u guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;today's saturday, a day in which i can spend all my time at home, infront of tv screens and my comp. Pitifully boring day, BUT!!! my bros and my mom are coming back tomoro, and all the noises will come back to this house.. haha, especially my little's bro screams and my mom's singing.. miss 'em (though sometimes they're quite irritatin'). and for my big bro, miss him LOTZ and LotZZZ.. the last time i saw him is on the month of june. And now it's NOVEMBER!!! It has been like wat... FIVE MONTHS! holy cow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking bout yesterday, it'd been a great day for me.. muda's first meetin, i guess, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and almost all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;counsellors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went to school to.. pei them.. say hao ting yi dian is to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guide them lo.. give opinion on their drama..haha but i did neither of them.. hhaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry a counsellors.. i noe i'm not being 'responsible' enough la.. cause i walked around here and there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;even went to the gym le :P..&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; *&lt;/span&gt;sorry sorry, pls dun bu shuang me o!&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the afternoon, well i've a great time with my frens.. up there in block A... in that.. yi dian dou bu leng de room.. inside was steaming hot a, sweat like crazy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we chat and chat , laugh and laugh the whole afternoon... hehe pei yang gan qing ma..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even noiser than the mudas.. sorry a mudas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to conclude, it's amazingly cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jilly, amos, bak hock, choon man, ah ling, joanne, fiona, and hopefully kevin, kit wee and joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;see yall on monday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/609063100865559251-5007767916100487143?l=wsthung.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/feeds/5007767916100487143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=609063100865559251&amp;postID=5007767916100487143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5007767916100487143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/609063100865559251/posts/default/5007767916100487143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wsthung.blogspot.com/2007/11/courage.html' title='CoUrage'/><author><name>thung</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973006554902567504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R_CaLUdfMBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/qLk76frDyv4/S220/DSC00278.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eFO88wGWguc/R0fiUJgZS-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sglynTaoj0c/s72-c/Emoticon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
