<?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-8522748312564322067</id><updated>2011-10-07T03:20:04.479+08:00</updated><category term='Think True Everything Before You Another Word.'/><category term='Vincent In Our Memories Forever.'/><title type='text'>Picture of Memory</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>204</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4390062245068658156</id><published>2011-07-14T01:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:19:55.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's my sweet heart.</title><content type='html'>Today I blog someone how much I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since when we started to be together on the 20th December 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ever remember I told her to be my girlfriend. And she rejected me once. Then I asked her again because I knew something isn't right in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she agreed on me, I promised her to give the best for her. But fail for today and some of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever she had tears rolling down her cheeks, one thing I had in mind what did I promised her? Why is this happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feel so bad. Or even worse than bad in describe. What is the problem that happen was, it's me. I'm the one with the stuck up attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's so bad, leaving is just the only solution I or she could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then most of the time she got blower away she just said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that she gave me chances and chances again. I'm not happy because she gave me lots of chances. But because she held on to me because she loved me, she believes me, she misses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel kinda useless being a boyfriend like that. She's giving me chances but I still blew her up like that. Is damn a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;But sorry for all the hurt that I put on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where reflections were been discovered and resolved when we quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my strong girlfriend. Her name is Yi Jie. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/13/2327.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/13/s_2327.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you silly. I know you hate me. Just hate me, it is better and easier hating me than love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Serangoon%20North%20Avenue%201,Singapore,Singapore%401.370231%2C103.871202&amp;z=10'&gt;Serangoon North Avenue 1,Singapore,Singapore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4390062245068658156?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4390062245068658156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-my-sweet-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4390062245068658156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4390062245068658156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-my-sweet-heart.html' title='She&amp;#39;s my sweet heart.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5372955724481976282</id><published>2011-05-11T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T19:26:35.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up your words.</title><content type='html'>Why every time I don't talk things straight but having bumps on the road?&lt;div&gt;Is damn sickening to have myself make someone irritated and piss off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes mean yes stop denying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5372955724481976282?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5372955724481976282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/05/wake-up-your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5372955724481976282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5372955724481976282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/05/wake-up-your-words.html' title='Wake up your words.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3682051861828386280</id><published>2011-03-23T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:56:03.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23th March</title><content type='html'>Today is my mummy's birthday. For so long since I was primary school I give mum a kiss on her cheek again. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mum thanks for everything and bring me up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to see mummy is happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/22/3096.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/22/s_3096.jpg' border='0' width='187' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday mum! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well~&lt;br /&gt;What an coincident!&lt;br /&gt;Two woman that I love, birthday forced on March!&lt;br /&gt;March babies. Aww~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear, do you remember this song when you're young? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zSbkDGayzhw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You will be my sunshine always. &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/22/3097.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/22/s_3097.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, this 2 woman. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3682051861828386280?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3682051861828386280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/23th-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3682051861828386280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3682051861828386280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/23th-march.html' title='23th March'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zSbkDGayzhw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4720697919410996445</id><published>2011-03-22T13:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:53:11.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th March</title><content type='html'>20 is the day where you turn 19.&lt;br /&gt;Where we are together.&lt;br /&gt;Where our aniversary is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things is shake, rough, and jelly.&lt;br /&gt;There will be more to come, but we are strong.&lt;br /&gt;Solve solve solve, there are things we can solve.&lt;br /&gt;Is just the thoughts we have to think about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the underwater world trip was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you mention before, there will be and it will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when but it will on a random day. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to see you happy and enjoyed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May this love be different.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have my nose leaking from morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So badly till my tears just fall out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4720697919410996445?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4720697919410996445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/20th-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4720697919410996445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4720697919410996445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/20th-march.html' title='20th March'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2426232972961462954</id><published>2011-03-14T11:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:55:32.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For first time ever in my life. The biggest mistake.</title><content type='html'>It's really lousy of me being a shame of somethings and won't want to sound things out.&lt;div&gt;I'm glade that she as my girlfriend told me yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes everyone makes mistake unknowingly, even you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if I can't seem to realize what is happening when things just happen more than twice and no one tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be never be right but being wrong and getting wrong and worse wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we had talk out our dislikes on the spot, there will not be something bad that happen today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the fail in communication we had... Or perhaps it's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finally good that I do realize the problem that I'm making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people I hurt around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the hurt that I've gave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wanna blame who, it's me I'M the one not making the effort of just sound things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking it will be better for just holding back and not saying, NO! it's not always Jun Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid the secure and rely that I can't give you that make me worry all the things about you and around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're independent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just want the secure and rely I can give you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think Jun Kai, Stop worrying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I do admit, it's tempting to know what you guys were talking about when I'm not around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes you do want to give her secure Jun Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But look at you now, you're still a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know you love her, but what with the over effort and traditional thoughts that pull you back from yourself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't understand that part, what is wrong with you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it I'm not going out often?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it I missed out the part with my friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop wearing a mask Jun Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not speaking out the thoughts FOR myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the lesson you gave me my dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treat me better only if I treat the way I am to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talk to me like the rest...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me in details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what you dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lastly I Promise to tell you and everyone what my thoughts is. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank You Dear. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things will never be revealing to you and the rest again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Take my words, I Promise.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Theres a change in me where I didn't realize, take the initiative to realize your own Jun Kai.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not every time there is someone there to tell you. Wake yourself up in your own world. &lt;/i&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/8522748312564322067-2426232972961462954?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2426232972961462954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-first-time-ever-in-my-life-biggest_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2426232972961462954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2426232972961462954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-first-time-ever-in-my-life-biggest_14.html' title='For first time ever in my life. The biggest mistake.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3720072880251564870</id><published>2011-03-03T21:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:23:38.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vISpFSJkQgg/TW-yOVO3YcI/AAAAAAAABtM/fb3BWx8NUCc/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's never enough demand in the human civilization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can never be the best of everything in life, but we've tried our very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when trying, it's never always the way it will be good either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when it's good/perfect, it will be boring after a long term where things is just made to be good where theres no hates and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example the latest gadget the iPhone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's made to be good, then where there be "Activeness"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The physiological brain is not working for the better, but lazy in that manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15% of humans work for the better/impossible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;80% of humans waits/obey things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5% of them wait for no improvements.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha just random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just think that we human are so amazing and weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway what about cherish? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya this girl once was a stranger to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone I didn't able to talk to when I first met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are so quiet, so far apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one day she's right here close in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I think about her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah she's still hard to chase I think. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not like the normal girls so easily to be pleased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But oh well, challenging is not an option. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time round knowing this girl is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time take what it takes to gain the character of this girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having her and knowing that this time round it will be very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're someone who I really put a ll my trust in. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like seriously the first time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on. I'm serious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She trust me, and I trust her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things she needed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at times I can't make it, and I wish I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not I didn't want to give you my secure to you, but I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are limited just that or long trip there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the time I break the rules just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know the consequences that will happen to me before I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's Lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vISpFSJkQgg/TW-yOVO3YcI/AAAAAAAABtM/fb3BWx8NUCc/s1600/IMG_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vISpFSJkQgg/TW-yOVO3YcI/AAAAAAAABtM/fb3BWx8NUCc/s400/IMG_0590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579874422622740930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person I cherish is you Miss Tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3720072880251564870?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3720072880251564870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3720072880251564870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3720072880251564870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/03/cherish.html' title='Cherish.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vISpFSJkQgg/TW-yOVO3YcI/AAAAAAAABtM/fb3BWx8NUCc/s72-c/IMG_0590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5537720740016697696</id><published>2011-02-27T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:00:31.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Music Box That Contain Your ♥</title><content type='html'>How long could you find someone that loves you back when you found yourself loving her too?&lt;div&gt;We aren't perfect, but I got a vision we do if we talk things out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the music play, I had in mind of what we've been through even before we're both together. We quarrel, we cry, we play, we laugh, we keep quiet, we spare a thought, we understand, we learn &amp;amp; we are shy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're more than a gift, more than a treasure that is worth around the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never at all, you're always the sweet woman that i'm looking for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always makes me smile, makes me wonder, makes me laugh, makes me happy, makes me drop my tears, makes my heart pumping for you, makes me wanna hug you tightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You do care, concern, thought, truthful, faithful, reasonable, understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most of all you love me for what I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will not be another love story but this, even though we don't know how long it will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have a vision we could walk our way to there. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&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/8522748312564322067-5537720740016697696?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5537720740016697696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-box-that-contain-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5537720740016697696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5537720740016697696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-box-that-contain-your.html' title='The Music Box That Contain Your ♥'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7828447694171870609</id><published>2011-02-27T19:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:52:26.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissed by a rose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been long since I last update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody is nagging me not doing my job. Aww~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now heres the free time it shall be. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tutorial break has just started and it's really time for so relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The exciting part of yesterday was~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;UNIVERSAL STUDIO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKlqRG8uijk/TWo7XSqlLpI/AAAAAAAABsk/DmDqH6QfnA4/s400/183920_10150109588456494_666796493_6618718_6212959_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578336359785246354" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cmPJnrxXBXo/TWpCglSBRRI/AAAAAAAABs0/5Gj9lOJ_5wQ/s400/182706_10150109585496494_666796493_6618679_2023926_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578344215982720274" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gkeOeyPP35w/TWpCggytlqI/AAAAAAAABs8/ba2tDhmYP0Q/s400/183284_10150109585866494_666796493_6618683_1393752_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578344214777665186" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Had lots of fun there with Dear, Brandon &amp;amp; Mak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We got wet in most of the rides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But out of the overall rides, Galactica is awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dear is so awesome! She's not so gay like, Uh~ Ican't sit roller coaster I very scared de~~ &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wow how can you find a girlfriend like that! Chey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You guys gonna suck tumb woh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And we even had super duper big PIZZA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnKKU_HC5JA/TWpCgf78kEI/AAAAAAAABss/LEjJNWb3Ol0/s400/180543_10150109583691494_666796493_6618661_3519852_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578344214547959874" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wow and we are like super hungry monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We even owned 2 and a half bottle of cheese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What can I say? You just gotta go there and had yourself experienced over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;One day isn't enough, so there will be a second trip there again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After the madness, it was a breezy night sitting under a tree of the bridge way to Sentosa with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;He~~ No further elaboration. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Simple, Sweet and Nice as it is. ^^&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/8522748312564322067-7828447694171870609?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7828447694171870609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/02/kissed-by-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7828447694171870609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7828447694171870609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/02/kissed-by-rose.html' title='Kissed by a rose.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pKlqRG8uijk/TWo7XSqlLpI/AAAAAAAABsk/DmDqH6QfnA4/s72-c/183920_10150109588456494_666796493_6618718_6212959_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-9123050789312717923</id><published>2011-01-08T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T15:10:44.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the one who breaks my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who disturb me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who care about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who tell me her thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who makes me found back my laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who taught me many different view of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who I can't ignore her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one who is special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the one who I needed love all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look how far we'd been true. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-9123050789312717923?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4837089557451657405</id><published>2011-01-04T11:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T12:37:23.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What was the thought of 2010 for me?</title><content type='html'>When 2010 started, I think it would be a boring year and meaningless one.&lt;div&gt;It's like drinking a glass of watter and nothing left in the glass. In 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2010 I thought that would be the end of me getting into army and get into higher nitec.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't not want to waste any more time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of unachievable grade point average, appealing into poly is a straight decline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought it would be the last of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanting to get into the course I desire I never thought of getting into a private school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I'd haven't had my hands on my own drawings for 2 years, I'd was afraid that I couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My buddy Xin Mei had the minimum requirement but I pity her because of her family problems that spoil her chance of getting in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had the admission test date and sat for the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When after I received the letter, I never expected I was selected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies from the first day of school till now, the year 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a grade that I never expected that I'll get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When somethings hit me in mind from the words that everyone tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You're talented Jun Kai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- You can do it, just believe yourself and nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Put in more effort and you'll find the path you're at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- People take one time to get into their head, you need take 2 or 3 times into yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of everything, I still believe in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because it's where I always had that in mind I CAN DO IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I met someone that I never expected to be more than a friend to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her principles taught me how to look beyond imperfections sometimes, the pride of fighting for your rights, view on certain things not only from the simple view and the human mentality view but out of the box of what the negative once that you always thought of is not, being who and what I am when I was afraid to express my feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we are when we are as one. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's like a Da Vinci to me that I had to take time to solve. :)&lt;/i&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/8522748312564322067-4837089557451657405?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4837089557451657405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-thought-of-2010-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4837089557451657405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4837089557451657405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-was-thought-of-2010-for-me.html' title='What was the thought of 2010 for me?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6515514341726249384</id><published>2011-01-02T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:53:20.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye 2010!</title><content type='html'>HELLO 2010! ^^&lt;div&gt;Wake up people it's 2010 already! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new year and everything will be much more better! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you and with the things that is ahead of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we don't know we had already did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With out noticing time flies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our story started on May 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just like a glance of yesterday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How awesome the road we've been true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not the best part I guess. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's room for improvement like you said! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tell me what you want to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-6515514341726249384?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6515514341726249384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bye-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6515514341726249384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6515514341726249384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2011/01/good-bye-2010.html' title='Good Bye 2010!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6170095809881070883</id><published>2010-12-31T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T15:06:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of 2010</title><content type='html'>Today is day 365 of 2010.&lt;div&gt;This year is really a different one for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Modules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my room a new look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my fashion wears changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling for someone so different from the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had myself a better understanding the mentality thoughts which I always think is that way but you too taught me it's not always by the words that describe a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone have their Pros and Cons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You told me before. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah its true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why I accept who you are! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is some part of her where i don't like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that doesn't mean I don't accept her as my sister. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So YJ even when at times I know you're pek cek with some of the things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking differently suddenly doesn't make me hate you or dislike you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing how you feel at that part of the time, when I too will talk the same way at you if it was your fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at the end of the day, I still love you. ^^ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&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/8522748312564322067-6170095809881070883?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6170095809881070883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6170095809881070883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6170095809881070883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-day-of-2010.html' title='Last day of 2010'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7651438958584101300</id><published>2010-12-29T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:13:53.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not perfect, but I keep trying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nBU9VR2X5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nBU9VR2X5g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/8522748312564322067-7651438958584101300?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7651438958584101300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-perfect-but-i-keep-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7651438958584101300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7651438958584101300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-not-perfect-but-i-keep-trying.html' title='I&apos;m not perfect, but I keep trying.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5244026814528392403</id><published>2010-12-29T21:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:06:58.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me! :)</title><content type='html'>Today is where I turn 19.&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the birthday celebration yesterday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First we are lost at don't which part of Jalan Kayu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we know that we are near Johor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then when we reached the destination the shop is not open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a funny night and a bit screw up one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't blame anyone. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate you came down yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never expect that you'll come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had in mind that you'll be working today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me hate you so much for all the things you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry about yesterday if you didn't feel the excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the brownie you bought for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love you more when you came, when you didn't like to attend this kinda event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was about to be a nice one when he spoiled everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how you feel and I know what you want long before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd always notice you and understand you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing is that things some how didn't occur right in front of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the time comes, when you don't have to speak, I know what your wants and don't wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You're the missing pages in my story. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5244026814528392403?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5244026814528392403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-me_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5244026814528392403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5244026814528392403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-to-me_29.html' title='Happy Birthday to me! :)'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2953577820375417634</id><published>2010-12-25T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T23:32:57.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the holiday.</title><content type='html'>Do you remember when my school days of first semester you first time quarrel with me.&lt;div&gt;You wanted to had late night movie with me but I said I can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I too had school the next day and I too didn't want you to stress late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other one was after my school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I just spent a little more time with you till the air-port.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can go as you know but there work for me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things that happen I knew you'll be very disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not I don't care to spare a time for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when the holiday came, I'd never took a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not my homework, but to win your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking hard on the next meet up or the one right after, on what to make you feel my love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning the surprises that I wanted to surprise you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting the time during the holiday where I can let everything a side but just you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This things might be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How tired and hard it is to please you, I'd never thought of giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter how big the storm is, I'll stand in the rain just for you till the sun shine is back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hurt me like a MG42 Machine gun a million times, and I still stand up just for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hurt me, but I won't hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;If you're a save box, I would not deposit all my money  but all my love in you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&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/8522748312564322067-2953577820375417634?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2953577820375417634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2953577820375417634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2953577820375417634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/before-holiday.html' title='Before the holiday.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7616083404224756799</id><published>2010-12-24T13:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T14:40:39.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last Christmas, she made me crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And before Christmas, I broke up with her~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS Year, is something special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you took my heart a way YJ~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lomatice Christmas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're not working, it will be even better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway it's still lomatic for you though. Yes? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Tuesday had food poisoning and i'm fine on Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not weak! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And went down to chalet yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feels a bit like light bulb, but yeah it's alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got nothing to jealous but felt a bit weird thats all. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway last night was the first night I had birthday cake bash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a fun advance birthday part for me and belated one for Zi Cong too. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch the movie Tron Legacy with you, Mak and Brandon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TRQ93-8eBCI/AAAAAAAABsY/2xmeHHMyRJk/s400/tron_legacy_poster_10.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554132272453387298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great movie feels like Matrix mixed with Starwars. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right after the film, we went to find Kok Hao, Wen Bin and Bishun right in front of Downtown East car park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a few chats with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sent Miss sweet home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so different in everything that happen for now and last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night has a twinkling feeling while walking you home, last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know I did look back at your block. Haha So funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had it all planned before the chalet day comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told you, the day will comes and it just comes naturally. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You enjoyed last night too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily you didn't got drained. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU ENJOYED YOUR HOTCAKES! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7616083404224756799?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7616083404224756799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-9080951150197364223</id><published>2010-12-22T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:12:40.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She makes me go round and round.</title><content type='html'>Sometime I know you say things that you don't mean it but sometimes you do.&lt;div&gt;But most of the time I'll look into it very carefully and think through what is it to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be appreciated every moment with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown into the roots of your heart but maybe yours have grown a bit but because I didn't fertilizes you much enough into mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you'll blown away during a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;It is peaceful to be together with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Life with another one had never been so understanding, caring and loving.&lt;/i&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/8522748312564322067-9080951150197364223?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/9080951150197364223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-makes-me-go-round-and-round_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/9080951150197364223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/9080951150197364223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-makes-me-go-round-and-round_22.html' title='She makes me go round and round.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5205085021387338677</id><published>2010-12-22T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T17:12:05.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She makes me go round and round.</title><content type='html'>Sometime I know you say things that you don't mean it but sometimes you do.&lt;div&gt;But most of the time I'll look into it very carefully and think through what is it to be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll be appreciated every moment with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll never let you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've grown into the roots of your heart but maybe yours have grown a bit but because I didn't fertilizes you much enough into mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you'll blown away during a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is peaceful to be together with you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life with another one had never been so understanding, caring and loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5205085021387338677?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5205085021387338677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-makes-me-go-round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5205085021387338677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5205085021387338677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-makes-me-go-round-and-round.html' title='She makes me go round and round.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4995908042714426028</id><published>2010-12-21T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:14:55.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A different year and a different one this year.</title><content type='html'>While the year of 2010 is about to end in another 11 days, things happen differently. :)&lt;div&gt;I had myself entering Private school, which I never expected that I'll get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my room the way I want, simple and nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had myself handling serious stuffs on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had myself looking things right even forward to plan things well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had myself a good grade for my Semester 1 result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had myself fallen into someone, which she's absolutely different and very discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes being 2 person together is not really that bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be nice if the day is planned. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be different for you and me. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Christmas was a different one. I hope it's a different for yours too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Walking down the street with your warm hands in mind is sweet and romantic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With the moon and Christmas lightings high above us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've never felt this way before, have you?&lt;/i&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/8522748312564322067-4995908042714426028?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4995908042714426028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/different-year-and-different-one-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4995908042714426028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4995908042714426028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/different-year-and-different-one-this.html' title='A different year and a different one this year.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8900294814259353340</id><published>2010-12-19T01:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T02:40:25.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweetest strawberry heart I've ever got.</title><content type='html'>At a part of a moment last time, I admit that I think you just pushing me away when I don't know where is the part that you didn't like it.&lt;div&gt;At a part of moment last time, I admit that I felt like giving up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with every quarrel, ending it is never a solving method for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because we are just fed up and not angry of each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If were angry, we won't talk nicely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I choose not to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel deep down in your heart you don't want to hurt me and just want to push me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies, and the random, silly &amp;amp; nonsense stuff that we had quarrel through had made us understand each other better and what we are right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you set sail to enjoy your holiday, you had it all planed with the text messages while you're away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you with your extremely indirect love that makes a big round back to me. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I do? You're always naughty against me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love the way you're. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you're wondering what am I doing while you are on the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wonder if I saw the moon were you watching it too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I feel that you're watching the moon too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time I really had you missing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time was when you leave me alone for 3 whole days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you told me you wanted to study for your exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand and I'd waited for your text messages but you didn't reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never fail to send you my misses and late night &amp;amp; early morning messages too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna Flood you with all my L.O.V.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Sometimes my love you have to think what I've been through like the bear bear key chain. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said not only love you but hate you as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not hate but dislike certain parts of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate is where you don't even love me you silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do dislike some parts of you too, like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're stud-bond at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You too dislike the some parts of me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thats why we quarrel and ignore each other at times. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the sweetest strawberry heart that love me much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love her much, but I'm gonna flood her even more cause she think it's still not enough and I want to flood her with my love even though she didn't think it's enough. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8900294814259353340?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8900294814259353340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweetest-strawberry-heart-ive-ever-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8900294814259353340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8900294814259353340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/sweetest-strawberry-heart-ive-ever-got.html' title='The sweetest strawberry heart I&apos;ve ever got.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6519360016779782084</id><published>2010-12-16T23:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:56:21.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long essay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before I tell you my love story to you, Thank you you so much for the birthday gift.&lt;/div&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TQrsvRIISLI/AAAAAAAABsM/6-dnNkG_Mac/s400/IMG_0184.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551509787483064498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not common anymore, cause its from you!&lt;br /&gt;She dote me so much oww~~ jealous right?&lt;br /&gt;Find someone else~ WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately something big happen.&lt;br /&gt;She's been bullied.&lt;br /&gt;No one touch a hair on you, or they'll be dead!&lt;br /&gt;Its not your fault alright. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's their own "Believe" and their own "Assuming" that you are a pretender.&lt;br /&gt;This is what happen when you got two imaginary couples together.&lt;br /&gt;Wow what a sad story. To us haha what a happy story!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to them too or should I say thanks to him? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are sweetheart. :)&lt;br /&gt;I trust you and I also do believe and know that, why would you want to be a pretender when there's many more meaningful things you could do right? :)&lt;br /&gt;She's mature then you suckers~ continue with your LALA land story~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you be leaving in another few hours.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be reading it right in the car now.&lt;br /&gt;While you're away enjoying your day, maybe I'll be wondering you smile of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's just 2 and a half day but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still miss you tooooooooooooo. :c&lt;br /&gt;When you get back, guess there's lots to talk with you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a stunning girlfriend! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sometimes love needs a holiday~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-6519360016779782084?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6519360016779782084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-essay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6519360016779782084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6519360016779782084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-essay.html' title='The long essay.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TQrsvRIISLI/AAAAAAAABsM/6-dnNkG_Mac/s72-c/IMG_0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5536483936487693773</id><published>2010-12-12T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:35:02.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are not a bad person.</title><content type='html'>It's not complicated the way we are.&lt;div&gt;Is just you didn't want me to do the thing that i'm lousy at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know you cried last night, and I know you feel the cold for that very hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to hear your voice and wanting to know how was your day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to rush me to bed because I really felt something I forget to do before I went to bed and a a flash of you came across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time someone truly understand me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't want me to do it, even if it's sweet and nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to make it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you care. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you so much you know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We argue over things that is nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How weird can we be? Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're really different from the rest TYJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5536483936487693773?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5536483936487693773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-not-bad-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5536483936487693773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5536483936487693773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-are-not-bad-person.html' title='You are not a bad person.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-9138159369351817451</id><published>2010-12-11T16:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:58:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She got a sweet heart but she don't show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TQM8l7R_XJI/AAAAAAAABsE/SCT17KA1JPA/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TQM8l7R_XJI/AAAAAAAABsE/SCT17KA1JPA/s400/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549345788116556946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time you're being rude and what ever.&lt;div&gt;But I know you are just teasing me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me assuming around and want me to guess if I got it right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're sweet, you don't show it in a sweet manner at times. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel your love in a different way which I never felt before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to feel than the normal once and it's always a mystery to solve the love of yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me want you more in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always do somethings so shocking that you just made me lose my breath for that very second and the silence around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me the things you like, dislike, do's and doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me your story to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what's happen around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me what you're thinking off. (Even if its good and bad.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you want me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you love me &lt;i&gt;TYJ&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I haven't heard some sweet things from you for sometime. Could you tell me? :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-9138159369351817451?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/9138159369351817451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-got-sweet-heart-but-she-dont-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/9138159369351817451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/9138159369351817451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/she-got-sweet-heart-but-she-dont-show.html' title='She got a sweet heart but she don&apos;t show.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TQM8l7R_XJI/AAAAAAAABsE/SCT17KA1JPA/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1759589019697380074</id><published>2010-12-09T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:33:17.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who will be the next one crying?</title><content type='html'>At a part in life, you will just break down at the lowest part of you.&lt;div&gt;Maybe something just hit you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't realized the things we've done and treated the person we loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till one day something hit you and make you want to ask yourself, "Did I made you felt another way while the words isn't what it means"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotion mode swings is good sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just need sometime for yourself to feel better this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good that the quarrel happen and something just hit your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was kinda lost when you ask me this question out of no where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you apologies, I felt that you just really want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I'd see you dripping your tears and apologizing right in front of me, I'd be crying too because I know you want things to be better in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There isn't perfect people but people to remind each other to be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We learn our mistakes and there's where things get well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1759589019697380074?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1759589019697380074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-will-be-next-one-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1759589019697380074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1759589019697380074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-will-be-next-one-crying.html' title='Who will be the next one crying?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8811095976441547761</id><published>2010-12-09T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:14:02.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try harder NOOB!</title><content type='html'>You're not working hard enough!&lt;div&gt;You're not sweet enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're getting boring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're starting to sleep without telling her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're wearing the same old shirt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so loh soh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try harder NOOBY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8811095976441547761?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8811095976441547761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/try-harder-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8811095976441547761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8811095976441547761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/try-harder-noob.html' title='Try harder NOOB!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8514053080066776425</id><published>2010-12-09T01:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T01:36:21.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I do to make you love me?</title><content type='html'>It's worth the time just to be with you.&lt;div&gt;Trying to express myself is hard when there's others around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird when your friends see how differently you treat someone you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a cold in there when every time you want to say something but you can't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can tell you and express to you next time? I guess if there is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish things will have a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder if you do know how I feel about you. Maybe it's not powderful enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hurry. It's just a matter of time thats all Kai. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8514053080066776425?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8514053080066776425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-time-you-got-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8514053080066776425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8514053080066776425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-got-time-you-got-freedom.html' title='What can I do to make you love me?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1809848927064370880</id><published>2010-12-07T17:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:28:57.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated at the start?</title><content type='html'>How complicated can a relationship be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! I've never imagined that I'm stuck with summmmbohhhhh dehhhhhhhhhhh so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was 15-16 I just wonder how is relationship complicated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it parents dislike the one that love the child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No it isn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's really hard to say the 'unsubscribe-able' feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even when by just saying friends is enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just can't treat the person the as friends, but something even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human heart is weak somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even the strongest will fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah complicated, but we liked it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are insane right? HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laugh at us all you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day we are still your friend~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know me more than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You care and concern more than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You disturb me more than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You understand me most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not ugly. (Stop saying you are)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me have bad dreams then having sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me want you more every time you ask me to try harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some people say at the start is shaky, but at the end the whole world just turns around with a beautiful story.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1809848927064370880?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1809848927064370880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/complicated-at-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1809848927064370880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1809848927064370880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/complicated-at-start.html' title='Complicated at the start?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4037936999768038204</id><published>2010-12-04T22:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T22:49:21.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like you and me.</title><content type='html'>Watching the MV again and again, makes me feel that you're she and I am him.&lt;div&gt;But you bully me in a different way. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JExZIv4LL4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JExZIv4LL4w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The song too sound nice and end with a nice ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is just like what we are right now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh :) *Shake Head*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4037936999768038204?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4037936999768038204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4037936999768038204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4037936999768038204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-like-you-and-me.html' title='Just like you and me.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3836570985188501755</id><published>2010-12-01T21:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:34:12.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, Some how.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes she say she'll be fine on her own, but you just want to know what she's really thinking and is it really fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you feel somewhere empty, I just want her around to see her lovely smile.&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes you know that she can take care by herself, but you just to reassure again.&lt;div&gt;Sometimes we quarrel, but it happens for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you think you're noisy, but she thinks you're alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you think you're boring, she say you're not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you got worried with something, she act as nothing big to worry about when she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you just had too much fun, she got worried but not showing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes when a serious scene in a movie is playing, you're serious face that never reveal during normal days with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sometimes I wonder how our story started. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3836570985188501755?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3836570985188501755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-413409096024018146</id><published>2010-11-30T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:15:02.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contacts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I was inserting my contact to my new phone lately, I found that many contacts are not active for the past 1 and a half year.&lt;div&gt;Even I did try to catch up the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even they say will chat with you sometime again it never come back until you make your first move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glade that I have a few friends that still remember me as a good or best friend till now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's top in my message list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who else can I talk much with? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TPRr3UXgW2I/AAAAAAAABr8/NMG8-LLCp_A/s400/IMG_0024%255B1%255D.PNG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545175639304199010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lost somehow still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finding things to learn and entertain myself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-413409096024018146?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/413409096024018146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/contacts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/413409096024018146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/413409096024018146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/contacts.html' title='Contacts'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TPRr3UXgW2I/AAAAAAAABr8/NMG8-LLCp_A/s72-c/IMG_0024%255B1%255D.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7182714662317084371</id><published>2010-11-30T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T01:54:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Blues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today it's raining! :D&lt;div&gt;The rain today is not like other rain you had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today it's drizzling. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to walk in the rain, it feels like you're alone when there's people around still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to get myself screen protector for my iPhone then head down to eHub to meet up with Mak, Brandon &amp;amp; Yi Jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught the movie Three Days Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TPPk-NH2-UI/AAAAAAAABr0/ZdF1CjSbW4I/s400/o-movie-poster-round-up-the-next-three-days-the-town-black-swan.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545027323548858690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can say 4/5 Pop corns! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie is about the same as Taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many plans to make for every man eh. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But in life sometimes you screw up your own plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not always like the movie that goes so smoothly at the start, but then it comes back around again when you never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was great I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel like something is missing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nice to sit right next to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not now I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe it's not suppose to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just leave this question at a corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's back to the corner where I first saw you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things is still a mystery to me to find out and for you to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how we interact very little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe this is how it should be from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lazy bump just doze off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going too then. Nights~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7182714662317084371?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7182714662317084371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/raining-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7182714662317084371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7182714662317084371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/raining-blues.html' title='Raining Blues.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TPPk-NH2-UI/AAAAAAAABr0/ZdF1CjSbW4I/s72-c/o-movie-poster-round-up-the-next-three-days-the-town-black-swan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8030269586085786870</id><published>2010-11-24T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T22:36:08.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square 1 once again.</title><content type='html'>It's time to write history Jun Kai.&lt;div&gt;Promise is a promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll mean it and do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to throw you another nonsense shit on you EVER again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wondering what has gotten into me that night and in the morning?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'm possessed that day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But seriously I had really known where my mistakes is and really want to apologies that much in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time in Jun Kai's history, I went down this late because knowing that hurting someone you liked because you did something really unreasonable and wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm different from Roy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna prove you and myself that I'll never break your strawberry heart again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If i'm ever to do it again, slap me goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not born to be toucher with tempers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8030269586085786870?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8030269586085786870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-square-1-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8030269586085786870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8030269586085786870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-square-1-once-again.html' title='Back to square 1 once again.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4986469071168227441</id><published>2010-11-24T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:36:39.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why couple have to bring this sentence out?</title><content type='html'>When there is quarrel the first thing that come in mind is 'Lets just end this and be friends'.&lt;div&gt;Things doesn't have to be this was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya right at the very starting things will go extremely nasty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cooling down thinking that you shouldn't have anyhow said that sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things can be solve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't have to be this way even if it's the maximum madness quarrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that sometimes I have to listen people opinion too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum told me to turn back home and give her some time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I insist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I get then. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's me and myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess? Hais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4986469071168227441?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4986469071168227441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-couple-have-to-bring-this-sentence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4986469071168227441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4986469071168227441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-couple-have-to-bring-this-sentence.html' title='Why couple have to bring this sentence out?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3562805622882419685</id><published>2010-11-23T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T20:29:03.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So you're happy right now?</title><content type='html'>Once again I'm alone.&lt;div&gt;Ha before my holiday got excited, it all when down the drain with the plans that I've already planned to do with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A extremely well done to me huh Jun Kai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You happy now lah! With all the stupid acts that makes people misunderstand you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making promises and yet you fail to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't you just be even more patient? WHY! WHY! Fuck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be a lesson for me then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deserve it! YA I DESERVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw my life. I sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall just be my own for now. The boring old me for now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not hurting myself neither you are. I just screwed up! Fuck My Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3562805622882419685?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3562805622882419685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-youre-happy-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3562805622882419685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3562805622882419685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-youre-happy-right-now.html' title='So you&apos;re happy right now?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3379879009111906835</id><published>2010-11-22T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:15:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The worse day of my life.</title><content type='html'>Today English class teacher asked us to write and essay on 'The worse day of my life'.&lt;div&gt;The story I wrote today was on a picnic trip when dad had his car damaged, rain started to fall and car broke down when heading back home. Kinda worse eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While today the true story of my worse day of my life is, where I screwed up everything. When writing an essay, you can make your own story how worse can it be. You can re-write the story line if you don't like it. Pushing the limits in your vocabulary is another achievement in scoring marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in another hand, when the worse day of your life is really the worse day of your life. Once you've made the decision in your own story, you only got one chance. Pushing the limits of another one will just making it worse and think that you're irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having the holy and evil part of you, always makes you middle man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I went down:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Jun Kai ask me just give her sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While evil Jun Kai said no go down and mean your apology by proving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Jun Kai say you'll just make her even angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While evil say She's not answering your calls and rejecting your apology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN You Evil Jun Kai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime its hard to make the decision on weather or not your choice you made was right when you yourself middle man Jun Kai will only make the decision right. Knowing that you are really wrong and sorry is always the common word for apology tends to get numb. But there isn't any more word in the dictionary that you can find to really say you're sorry but only sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Treasuring someone is only once. Making the right move is also once. While making a bad move many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally screwed up. What is wrong with me? I hate this part right here. The stupids act I've ever made and had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This end holiday is a reflection to me. Please turn things around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back from the very start once again...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3379879009111906835?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3379879009111906835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/worse-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3379879009111906835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3379879009111906835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/worse-day-of-my-life.html' title='The worse day of my life.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6482018094625603650</id><published>2010-11-22T19:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:46:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is this happening to me?</title><content type='html'>I sorry to throw temper at you.&lt;div&gt;But its &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; any when I 'like'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to tell you something when I can't and was tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopping today was a great day but end up I screw everything up again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I do to really mean that I'm sorry and won't do it again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-6482018094625603650?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6482018094625603650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-this-happening-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6482018094625603650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6482018094625603650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-is-this-happening-to-me.html' title='Why is this happening to me?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7447963271637577100</id><published>2010-11-17T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T14:04:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't give in at all.</title><content type='html'>Everything just comes naturally.&lt;div&gt;Things I know about you because I ask and ask and ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to be boring so I just ask. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm lazy last to ask last time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's different for now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going make you feel bored!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be noisy! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just feel that you didn't put in more effort to know me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The road is long, the time is timeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things don't have to be understand or know all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other wise we would be together right away in first sight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the feeling is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long will it last I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all I know now, is that I'm gonna chase you till the end. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chasing someone so challenging in my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll hate you so much if I caught you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7447963271637577100?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7447963271637577100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-give-in-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7447963271637577100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7447963271637577100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-didnt-give-in-at-all.html' title='I didn&apos;t give in at all.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3112901142551545035</id><published>2010-11-16T18:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:05:13.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I didn't do well.</title><content type='html'>Finally assessment submission is about to end.&lt;div&gt;I think I didn't put in the 110% for this term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next term will be harder I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my fun time won't be included in my personal timetable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe next term will be just me and my homework...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway someone is having difficulties with every tuesday lesson too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also can de!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JIA YOU JIA YOU JIA YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets suffer first and enjoy the future. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3112901142551545035?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3112901142551545035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-didnt-do-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3112901142551545035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3112901142551545035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-didnt-do-well.html' title='I think I didn&apos;t do well.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2466464241684247790</id><published>2010-11-11T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T00:27:33.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 60</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm jealous when others get close to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never felt this way before...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the photos of yours tends to make me very jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I just try to calm down it's just a close friend photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every when I'm close to you my heart beat faster than the others I walked with.&lt;div&gt;I can't explain it but sometime I just really wants to hug you you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time when you throw me back a question I just know you don't mean it that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The challenges of yours I've first ever experience in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never want to give up because I know it's not over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never ever I've chase after someone this complicated before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me want you so much that I can't even let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel like spending everyday with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like when I told you what if I'm in your class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be nice but yeah who knows we'll never be together at all or we'll just get bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a week really kills me much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some night I just drop my cold tears on the pillow because I just miss you much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes even once in 2 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never once a hug is that hard to control to stop myself from giving you a shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god what can I do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hate You! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleep bum is fast asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shuu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2466464241684247790?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-647687376608187921</id><published>2010-11-10T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T01:00:21.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>坏蛋!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You make me hate you so much.&lt;/div&gt;That I want to hug you so tight and never let you go you this 坏蛋!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one ever treat me this way so differently but you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE YOU SO MUCH! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's lesson tomorrow. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want holiday. I think I can finish my work by Saturday night. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna pass with flying colours! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-647687376608187921?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/647687376608187921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/647687376608187921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/647687376608187921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='坏蛋!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4430098754657720976</id><published>2010-11-09T09:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:39:19.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not bad.</title><content type='html'>It went well the first month.&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm over serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you were not a girl to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't see how.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh tell me please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to understand every chapter of you in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to live this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's always a solution to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping all to yourself isn't good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be patient to understand every part of your lowest point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you can't always handle it by your own, so I'm here to walk this rocky path with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4430098754657720976?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4430098754657720976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-not-bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4430098754657720976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4430098754657720976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/youre-not-bad.html' title='You&apos;re not bad.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1954471465668287320</id><published>2010-11-07T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T10:03:51.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm~ :)</title><content type='html'>Every morning it's feel so different.&lt;div&gt;The first person that I'll never forget. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because this sleepy bum is always late. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was a great weather for a nice early sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well I can admit it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now the cold and silence morning is so peaceful with the radio on playing classic song. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyday is even a better day! ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1954471465668287320?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1954471465668287320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1954471465668287320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1954471465668287320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm~ :)'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4498433963906078067</id><published>2010-11-07T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:18:49.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ps Do you know what's in my phone?</title><content type='html'>The Inbox in my phone, is filled with just messages of yours right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4498433963906078067?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4498433963906078067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/ps-do-you-know-whats-in-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4498433963906078067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4498433963906078067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/ps-do-you-know-whats-in-my-phone.html' title='Ps Do you know what&apos;s in my phone?'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5146356032064120131</id><published>2010-11-05T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:35:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completing the works.</title><content type='html'>Not done with:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- (Technical Drawing) Jewelery and room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- (Digital Art &amp;amp; Design) Broacher, 2 Report &amp;amp; Folder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- (3D Model making) Window Display &amp;amp; Paper Jewelery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- (Drawing Fundamental) Shopping mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sunday (Digital Art &amp;amp; Design MUST complete it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Monday (Drawing Fundamental)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Tuesday (Technical Drawing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Wednesday (3D Model making BUY MATERIALS!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Friday (Drawing Fundamental)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5146356032064120131?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5146356032064120131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/completing-works.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5146356032064120131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5146356032064120131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/completing-works.html' title='Completing the works.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1431473350465291883</id><published>2010-11-05T10:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:22:30.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing that you told me.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I smile silly out of no where.&lt;div&gt;I'm not crazy but the little things you told me about you that make me smile. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1431473350465291883?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1431473350465291883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/thing-that-you-told-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1431473350465291883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1431473350465291883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/thing-that-you-told-me.html' title='The thing that you told me.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4112160292855274144</id><published>2010-11-04T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:30:15.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry? Never</title><content type='html'>I just realized sometimes when things become nasty in conversation, I don't tend to be angry with you.&lt;div&gt;But just pek cek sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later then things become what as it is as per-normal. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I really that bored. Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4112160292855274144?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4112160292855274144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/angry-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4112160292855274144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4112160292855274144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/11/angry-never.html' title='Angry? Never'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-545774791743072399</id><published>2010-10-28T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:14:10.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Time seems to fly getting to know you.&lt;/div&gt;Everyday it's a new start.&lt;div&gt;It just feel like yesterday when you happen to remember the interesting part in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How awesome can it be when we first met and now its already the 6th month. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so at certain time I felt empty and uncomfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never once someone like to disturb me much. Haha :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah it's not bad after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's silly too. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well getting to met someone like you is different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's like seriously simple and nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone now is sleeping soundly. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly~ :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright mei mei got bully in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't understand kids these days nothing better to do, but to gossip people and brainwash others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ignore them mei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you answer them means you admit you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If the rest of your friends follow them, they don't want to lose friend so they'll just follow and insult you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just ignore them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If next year in different class they still like that, you tell me I go down school find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-545774791743072399?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/545774791743072399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/545774791743072399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/545774791743072399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5548381566079659607</id><published>2010-10-26T23:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:13:45.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't like that version neh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTrF0epoDgE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zTrF0epoDgE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;凯真的好想你。。。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When can I meet you again TYJ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5548381566079659607?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5548381566079659607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-like-that-version-neh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5548381566079659607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5548381566079659607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-like-that-version-neh.html' title='I don&apos;t like that version neh.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5088013208929612131</id><published>2010-10-26T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:02:27.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delete</title><content type='html'>DELETED！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5088013208929612131?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5088013208929612131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/delete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5088013208929612131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5088013208929612131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/delete.html' title='Delete'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4615137712373742392</id><published>2010-10-22T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:56:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next week. :)</title><content type='html'>This morning woke up at 7am.&lt;div&gt;Was happy in the early morning even though how tired I am. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morning call that 猪 then have a little more sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up at 8.34 am later then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope out of bed, wash up and did a bit of work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was looking forward to meet you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting time was 8.30pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm lazy to get home and back to town again when I'm already am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one wants to meet me early so decided to go home instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. Next week then. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endure Kai a week will past short and fast. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Getting over the minor hurt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4615137712373742392?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4615137712373742392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4615137712373742392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4615137712373742392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-week.html' title='Next week. :)'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3525970542088470901</id><published>2010-10-18T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:55:21.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That silly sleep le. :)&lt;div&gt;I just found that I love to call out your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is like so nice. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe that time flies son fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha since May till now. Wow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about 6 months iv't know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing never been that easy for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seriously is something new. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never once a person like you make things that challenging. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright this term everyone is kinda lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is happening? O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even me start to become lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright some own my work done! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TLxQhSwvsFI/AAAAAAAABrY/efNq4cQec9E/s400/18102010161.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529382975406321746" /&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/8522748312564322067-3525970542088470901?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3525970542088470901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/0.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3525970542088470901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3525970542088470901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/0.html' title=':0'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TLxQhSwvsFI/AAAAAAAABrY/efNq4cQec9E/s72-c/18102010161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6930341267816733272</id><published>2010-10-14T10:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:27:33.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little thought for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just feel like going so where far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because no one understands me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I may seem to be happy on the outside, but actually i'm low at the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a exciting friend to be around with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know both of you care about me, concern me and love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm old enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to explore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's late but I want to enjoy myself a while in this few hours cause I don't go out much these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how to discipline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not hanging out with hooligans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not drinking out side with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't smoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel left out most of the times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't always go out till so late for no reason, but because to catch up with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am alert when i'm going home late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want a little thought for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not easy to be what I really am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm always in the middle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you dad and mum. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&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/8522748312564322067-6930341267816733272?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6930341267816733272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-little-thought-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6930341267816733272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6930341267816733272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-little-thought-for-me.html' title='Have a little thought for me.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2630086781240203701</id><published>2010-10-10T10:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T11:15:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a month... Ha&lt;div&gt;Everyday it's just me and my Musics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like my daily life previously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soar throat is killing me every minute my throat gets dry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe getting sick soon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think so I'm STRONG! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some how I suddenly miss afternoon naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been long since I had it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now is morning to night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't even take a short nap! Stupid endless work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't have wish that I want lots of thing to do when school starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell me what you want to hear, something that a life falls in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2630086781240203701?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2630086781240203701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2630086781240203701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2630086781240203701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-27.html' title='Day 27'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8579918848101004082</id><published>2010-10-07T23:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T00:07:04.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>坏蛋!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know you can do it you naughty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always make me worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good to hear you pass! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the exam you keep saying you can't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I'm not worry about your studies okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay you alway like want to make me low low de. 坏蛋!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I like it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what it's day 25...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about a month since I last meet you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still everyday is still you first when the day starts. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay shall meet you the coming Tuesday. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm off to bed Nights! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8579918848101004082?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8579918848101004082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8579918848101004082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8579918848101004082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='坏蛋!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5859993159200401758</id><published>2010-10-03T12:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T12:49:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 20</title><content type='html'>It's going to be a month since I last saw you.&lt;div&gt;Heard this song "亲爱的你怎幺不在身边 - 江美琪" as I pass a video shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What can I say about the lyrics. Hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night as you told me what have I been doing the whole day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The part where I say I'm thinking if you're awake already, in fact every morning I'll think of you first and check if there's a brand new message of yours on the screen of my phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha a silly act of mine again what to do. Ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gI8tvzYLSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gI8tvzYLSY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这里的空气很新鲜&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这里的小吃很特别&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这里的latte 不像水&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;这里的夜景很有感觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在一万英尺的天边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在有港口view的房间&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在讨价还价的商店&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在凌晨喧闹的三四点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们有多少时间能浪费&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;电话再甜美传真再安慰&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个人过一天像过一年&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;海的那一边乌云一整片&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我很想为了你快乐一点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在一万英尺的天边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在有港口view的房间&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在讨价还价的商店&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;在凌晨喧闹的三四点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们有多少时间能浪费&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;电话再甜美传真再安慰&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;也不足以应付不能拥抱你的遥远&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我的亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一个人过一天像过一年&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;海的那一边乌云一整片&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我很想为了你快乐一点&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;可是亲爱的你怎么不在我身边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5859993159200401758?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5859993159200401758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5859993159200401758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5859993159200401758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-20.html' title='Day 20'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1049077893192982727</id><published>2010-10-03T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:46:12.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAFA FUN DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NAFA FUN DAY was fun yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kite flying, Swimming, Frees Bee, Sabotage &amp;amp; FOOD! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have the photos her so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the links to the photos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7308291&amp;amp;id=613422994&amp;amp;ref=fbx_album"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7308291&amp;amp;id=613422994&amp;amp;ref=fbx_album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then today field trip to Singapore Red Dot Museum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's lots of professional designers designs that is so amazing that it blows my mind and even your mind too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on met up with secondary school friends at Orchard. Wow it's been long we last met. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Cathy 日本春 and had Ramen for dinner! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest all had Sushi. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TKdhLfzBWZI/AAAAAAAABrI/d2juYWGLfpo/s400/02102010155.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523490318135155090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yum Yum! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on walk walk, slack slack and A bit of LAN Gaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing much, didn't had a good plan on what to do. Sad~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As we grow up we tend to be more busy with our own stuffs. SOB...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1049077893192982727?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1049077893192982727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/nafa-fun-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1049077893192982727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1049077893192982727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/10/nafa-fun-day.html' title='NAFA FUN DAY!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TKdhLfzBWZI/AAAAAAAABrI/d2juYWGLfpo/s72-c/02102010155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1543208567266121146</id><published>2010-09-30T11:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:58:16.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The negative dreams.</title><content type='html'>It's to know that dreams is always the opposite in real life.&lt;div&gt;But i'm not really superstitious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i'm always saying that you still have a heart for me somewhere and you deny saying nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel that you're avoiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things started happily and long to understand each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it end just so sudden and quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I always don't get a second chance in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel so stuck up when I look myself in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to my lonely days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1543208567266121146?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1543208567266121146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/negative-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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silent night, always feel a little lonely.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Single is a good thing, but sometimes bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a relationship is also good, and also bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Single is good because you can do lots of things you want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Single is bad because you tend to felt lonely at times and feel jealous when you see couples around you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a relationship is good because there is lots to share about with getting bored even thought both repeats a million times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in a relationship i bad because both will quarrel at times and are restricted to or worry about the other one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greatest fear is to leave someone that you fallen into so deep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days past heart aches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleepless nights carries on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there still chance?, chase you till the better one is with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First time chasing a girl?, never ever felt this way before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never been looking forward on every meet up, that is fill with excitement and laughter with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randomly throwing temper for the first time because, feeling jealous for the first time a girl like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did so much to know me, the first that did the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I guess I won't be meeting you up at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told me not to contact you and not wanting to meet me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this are just avoiding yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you will not read or just ignore me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miss you a lot, I still like you &amp;amp; I still want you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4633768524819313776?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4633768524819313776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4633768524819313776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4633768524819313776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-17.html' title='Day 17'/><author><name>'~I-Jun 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(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2D project on typography. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technical Drawing Perspective Interior and Exhibition Homework. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3D Workshop Model Making. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using back the old iPod. (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 October Sentosa School must go fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are doing fine, back to what we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeworks are fun and even exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trance song is loved!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4NRq6YAh-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d4NRq6YAh-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna grow tall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna try new cool outfits!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go back into sports!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna find time for enjoyment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna PLAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TJqth-SYcsI/AAAAAAAABrA/pikXol4JQNU/s400/Photo0041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519915092463350466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night chit chat with Yi Jie on the phone about the "Wendy". Mummy and Daddy give some funny comment about her which make us laugh. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOO HOO~~ MY PARENTS IS EVIL TOO! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still from my own point of view I think she's a bit down to depression look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I've never tell anyone before that what I see is always what I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I look at some people, there is some kind of feeling that tells from this person I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay back to the topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then this girl she's too much as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being extremely unreasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yi Jie always say she unreasonable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are not at all, this is what I call the real unreasonable. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That bitch hurt you because she's just jealous! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter what I'll be right beside you to support you and comfort you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have to be sad in this situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's nothing to be sad about because she's SOT DE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha okay but today you'll be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YI JIE is not born to be bullied!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So people that want to bully her shall FUCK OFF! OR YOU'LL BE AGAINST ME AND THE REST! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are different 真的！But you're different in a good way! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2725231665256866363?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2725231665256866363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/many-fun-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2725231665256866363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-cant-tell-melody-tells-everything.html' title='Words can&apos;t tell, The melody tells everything.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3688984325407809814</id><published>2010-09-19T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T12:36:02.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Time Comes.</title><content type='html'>You know the out come.&lt;div&gt;But things won't be the same if you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah but okay now I'm not thinking about it any more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If one day there's still me just tell me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're worth to know, I've never want to know someone that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being friends now is alright too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is like the first time i met you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back to square 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did miss understanding part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told me "Don't wait for you", I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now maybe freedom and fun is what we want. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, sometimes I miss missing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let nature take it's course.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3688984325407809814?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7597223403930003823</id><published>2010-09-18T10:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:40:07.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't want your sorry.&lt;/div&gt;I just want you to think about it and tell me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want the pain in you to repeat and repeat again in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just hurts to see you like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's complicated as you keep and keep accumulating all in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you just have to let it out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though you told me it's hard, you can tell me bit by bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how it feels when some things is hard to say, But I won't laugh, think your dumb or think you are stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be the one to understand your thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7597223403930003823?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7597223403930003823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-dont-want-your-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7597223403930003823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7597223403930003823'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAFA is making me a lifeless person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only can do work 7 days every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life in ITE is much more entertaining, fun and more life. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But right now studies, studies and studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Education in Singapore is so important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No diploma, a lousy job for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a diploma I want to go on a trip to Langkawi and enjoy the turquoise sea. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone want to join me? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way I guess I was bitten by a dengue mosquito yesterday, which appears to be in my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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me was always you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She finally met a man thats gonna put her 1st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even even no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even even no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos you left me with no love, no love to my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even)&lt;/div&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/8522748312564322067-5996735211283453462?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2499787960170136557</id><published>2010-09-16T14:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:21:28.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we are right now. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzCLLHscMOw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MzCLLHscMOw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her best days will be some of my worst&lt;br /&gt;She finally met a man thats gonna put her 1st&lt;br /&gt;While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even even no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say bad things happen for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Cos she's moved on while I'm still grieving&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even even no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got his heart and my heart and none of the pain&lt;br /&gt;You took your suitcase, I took the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryna make sense of what little remains&lt;br /&gt;Cos you left me with no love, no love to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Just prayed to a god that I don't believe in&lt;br /&gt;Cos I got time while she got freedom&lt;br /&gt;Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to say when I'm all choked up and your ok&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(One still in love while the other ones leaving)&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling to pieces&lt;br /&gt;(Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even)&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/8522748312564322067-2499787960170136557?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2499787960170136557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-we-are-right-now_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2499787960170136557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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single word and understand what you say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good that yesterday we had a talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or things will never be the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest I'll tell you when I meet you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silly bump still sleeping. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5536757939396391728?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5536757939396391728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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you.&lt;div&gt;I'd also thought so it's fast we got into this relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we just know each other just 5 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this 5 months I've never felt that loved before and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a silent thought in the library, yeah it's kinda fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I agree your point of view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we ever walk down further, there will be something that we are limited for the both of us. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are young, so yeah I can wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is what we got as I told you before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't rush you and I won't even want to rush you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can go back in time when the day you text me ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRST...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe just Hi, Bye friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decision is yours. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be alright with what reply I get from you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I too feel that I ask for too much as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the reason I will say you is because I want to guide you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the way I tell you feels like nagging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for begin naggy if you feel that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now your studies is what I worry for you, so ... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for 5 months, it's never been so disappointment every day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be right here waiting, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till the day comes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7110869463084130960?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' 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type='text'>You're amazing, just the way you are.</title><content type='html'>In a glance we knew each other for 4 months already and coming 5th month.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told you a story that you didn't let me finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once a guy and a girl is far away a part like strangers not standing really close.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As days goes by, they became best friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last sentence I'll still won't tell you, till you allow me to finish my story in front of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things when happy, funny and smooth in a glance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are different as well not only me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall not post it here. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASK FOR ME LAH MAYBE I WILL TELL YOU SOME HOW. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;SEE MY MOOD &lt;/i&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thats why I love you that much, just the way you are. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8145483297981791003?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8145483297981791003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/youre-amazing-just-way-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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we'll feel very "depress" of one and other, this will be come very nasty and we'll quarrel.&lt;div&gt;But every time when we quarrel, we'll love each other more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times it's good to say out. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we will understand each other even more. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at times quarrel isn't what it is, it's just that we want each other to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7112962197566428178?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7112962197566428178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-you-even-more-every-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ask me why you got to get home before 12 am. I feel very down. Today i'll just say everything out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not that I have curfew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is just that I have my family member thats cares me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every time when I come home late, they'll not sleep before I get home or they can't sleep well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I feel that I'm selfish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I wish that I can be with you with no boundaries...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times I feel like shouting at my parents that I'm big enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy has high blood pressure, I didn't want to make him angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy need help at home, she got lots of thing to do after back work at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times I feel like shouting and say I've grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can't disrespect them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make an effort and not even to try to make you happy. I know that i'm never good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2446846231467548642?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2446846231467548642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-never-good-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2446846231467548642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2446846231467548642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-never-good-enough.html' title='I&apos;m never good enough.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-6275559548094554727</id><published>2010-08-22T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T17:43:30.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tears that drop down is not random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This relationship seems to be a challenging one for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many things I wish to spend time with you too, but at times I can't. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the low voice, I know the disappointment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know how the way you feel and it hurts for me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why it's "&lt;i&gt;Hard to say I'm Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies and day comes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So be happy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song is dedicated to you~! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEwNcnklcsk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEwNcnklcsk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-6275559548094554727?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6275559548094554727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/tears-that-drop-down-is-not-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6275559548094554727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/6275559548094554727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/tears-that-drop-down-is-not-random.html' title='The tears that drop down is not random.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1142474626435690517</id><published>2010-08-17T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:07:22.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even though it's just a Care Bear. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday right after school had a least minute outing with Yi Jie and classmates. :)&lt;div&gt;It rather funny though Yi Da doing funny stuffs. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so yesterday school was fine. End early as we didn't had break and lecture have meeting as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on know that Yi Jie and friends is near my school area. So I went to find them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is extremely funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till bus back home with YOU, the silent is so weird. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Care Bear came popping out from your bag and make me having a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TGqlg-Gj0dI/AAAAAAAABqo/l-8dW3mJv5Y/s400/17082010121.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506395480258761170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes things don't need a reason. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1142474626435690517?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1142474626435690517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/even-though-its-just-care-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1142474626435690517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1142474626435690517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/even-though-its-just-care-bear.html' title='Even though it&apos;s just a Care Bear. :)'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TGqlg-Gj0dI/AAAAAAAABqo/l-8dW3mJv5Y/s72-c/17082010121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8045181277811430268</id><published>2010-08-08T18:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:57:35.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday sister! :)</title><content type='html'>Alright so today is my sister &amp;amp; cousin Sandra birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;It's also falls on the national day! :)&lt;br /&gt;Saturday had a celebration for them at grandma house.&lt;br /&gt;An advance birthday celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TF6MKklTm5I/AAAAAAAABqg/whpcI-sfCbc/s1600/39030_419304609651_522829651_4844021_2565326_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TF6MKklTm5I/AAAAAAAABqg/whpcI-sfCbc/s400/39030_419304609651_522829651_4844021_2565326_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502989907940055954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandra turn 22 and my sister turn 14 this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;Time really past fast.&lt;br /&gt;another 4 more months will be my birthday and i'm 20 already. WOW&lt;br /&gt;I've got totally no idea how to past my 21 birthday at all if it really comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake is delicious!&lt;br /&gt;Its so tastey that you feel like having another piece. :)&lt;br /&gt;Alright so tomorrow heading to where?&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta finish all my home work today! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8045181277811430268?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8045181277811430268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8045181277811430268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8045181277811430268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-sister.html' title='Happy birthday sister! :)'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TF6MKklTm5I/AAAAAAAABqg/whpcI-sfCbc/s72-c/39030_419304609651_522829651_4844021_2565326_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5338006923876262445</id><published>2010-08-06T22:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:48:13.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finiding time.</title><content type='html'>School is filled with homework every week.&lt;div&gt;It's interesting, but having ideas in the head is so irritating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can see bubbles floating around my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to find time to meet you if I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the coming holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel you in my heart even though you're far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naugthy girl always makes my day! *Tumbs Up* :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5338006923876262445?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5338006923876262445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5338006923876262445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5338006923876262445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/08/last.html' title='Finiding time.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2073952850741197193</id><published>2010-07-31T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T00:21:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Week by week meet up, is unforgettable memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little talk on the phone, seems to be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside your heart, is full of secrets to be solve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smile and laughter of yours, is always nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's seems so close, as the days goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Never seeing you sad, makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Getting home always is a wonder of the next meet up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2073952850741197193?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2073952850741197193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2073952850741197193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2073952850741197193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/once-week.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3274442804008580163</id><published>2010-07-21T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:43:27.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM training at Yi Zhan's place.</title><content type='html'>Today we only got one lesson to attend which is 2d Fundamentals.&lt;br /&gt;Lecture name Mr Andrew Tan.&lt;br /&gt;His kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;As he brief us the thing we will be doing the following week sounds exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Field trips and Movie!&lt;br /&gt;WOW! SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine we are out for a field trip or movie as a class. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so lesson is quite interesting, the worse is that some lecture voice sound like a "LA LA BYE" which makes me sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school went down to Bugis market for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what 3 more of our classmates bond with us!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah Jun Kai make the group bigger! :D&lt;br /&gt;No there is Yi Zhan, Rodney, Kelvin, Wei Xin &amp; Cheals&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we head down to "Art Friend" art material store to get our materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting our stuffs I went down to Yi Zhan house for GYM!&lt;br /&gt;Kindda tired!&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of exercise is good!&lt;br /&gt;Then after exercise went down into the pool for a swim!&lt;br /&gt;After swimming we took a hot bath then in to the steaming room! :D&lt;br /&gt;Done with steaming room, a clear rinse then off I went for dinner my own.&lt;br /&gt;Actually suppose to have dinner with Yi Zhan at Carls Junior, but then his mum and relatives going some where to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bus back to house coffee shop and have my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow school will be starting at 12.30 PM so I can sleep rather later! :D&lt;br /&gt;BUT lesson tomorrow will be lots of HISTORY TO BE LISTEN!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last I'm a happy guy! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3274442804008580163?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3274442804008580163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-training-at-yi-zhan-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3274442804008580163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3274442804008580163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-training-at-yi-zhan-place.html' title='GYM training at Yi Zhan&amp;#39;s place.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4882610205896800337</id><published>2010-07-20T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T23:00:47.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Begining of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School has started 2 days already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home work at the first day of school. WOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time really have to manage very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gotta think of 20 different Sculptures by the end of 8 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working Materials is going to be a big spend from my savings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm back with Trance to find my own kind of creativity as the sound waves flow in my ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Begin class Treasure isn't a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nearly lose my $30 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was suppose to give this lady her change of $40, as she gave me $50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got messed up and put that amount into the fund. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a horrible Treasure I am... xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another 2 more weeks to english course starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday and Thursday 6pm to 10 pm. Oh what a long hour study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love Wednesday and Friday! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my head is only filled with Wednesday and Friday. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manage to know 5 friends in the class now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no worries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon class 1E will be very happening! HEHE~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my evil plan. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright so just now saw daddy enjoying the papers. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TEW4ppaMBAI/AAAAAAAABqY/ivzkeppH3Gs/s400/20072010091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But actually it helps you blood circulation. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The water is hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow will be quite a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Going to Sim Lim to get his printer ink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Down to Tampines to make his card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To his house for Gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a tough work out Yi Zhan says. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sure thing I'm ready to get Stronger &amp;amp; Harder! ROAR!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alright going to bed right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Squeeze into MRT container again tomorrow! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4882610205896800337?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4882610205896800337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/begining-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4882610205896800337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4882610205896800337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/begining-of-school.html' title='Begining of School'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TEW4ppaMBAI/AAAAAAAABqY/ivzkeppH3Gs/s72-c/20072010091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7684718599120381948</id><published>2010-07-15T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T21:26:22.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years.</title><content type='html'>It's kindda hard to make the decision right now.&lt;div&gt;But it's not because I didn't want to start relationship right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can but I'm afraid that, when school starts I got too many school work to busy with till there is no time for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which makes me feel shellfish to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But if things is under control you don't have to wait for that long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then another though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After studies in NAFA it's time to get into Army.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At time both will miss each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes it's really hard to decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But please make this the one I never forget forever. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7684718599120381948?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7684718599120381948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7684718599120381948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7684718599120381948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-years.html' title='3 years.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5361960467127210895</id><published>2010-07-13T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:42:20.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAFA Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;oday head down to school at 9.15 am for Orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Got there registered for my Student Card &amp;amp; Goodie Bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Crapy Goodie bag full of books and magazines. -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;First I met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;, she’s my secondary schoolmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;But it’s kinda funny case we are at the same age but she is in the express stream, so she got in first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG; mso-ascii-font-family: Georgia; mso-hansi-font-family: Georgia; mso-char-type: symbolfont-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So she is my tour guide as well haha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So orientation is very boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Because it’s filled with lots and lots of talks! x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;We toured around the Campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;In the class room TALKS AGAIN! x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG"&gt;But you know I like the Timetable a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG"&gt;Take a look. xD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG"&gt;Click to view it big! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493399965063121986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDx6Kba7DEI/AAAAAAAABqQ/WBML8nk5LvQ/s400/Time+Table.JPG" style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; width: 642px; display: block; height: 359px; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;So next Monday will be the start of my first lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG"&gt;What should I bring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: ZH-SG"&gt;Me, Myself, Pen, Note Book and Spec? O.O&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5361960467127210895?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5361960467127210895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/t-oday-head-down-to-school-at-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5361960467127210895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5361960467127210895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/t-oday-head-down-to-school-at-9.html' title='NAFA Orientation'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDx6Kba7DEI/AAAAAAAABqQ/WBML8nk5LvQ/s72-c/Time+Table.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-213214713399168772</id><published>2010-07-12T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:19:41.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In the Air - John Paul Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/6AH7e3qK0EA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AH7e3qK0EA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6AH7e3qK0EA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/8522748312564322067-213214713399168772?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/213214713399168772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-is-in-air-john-paul-young.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/213214713399168772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/213214713399168772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-is-in-air-john-paul-young.html' title='Love Is In the Air - John Paul Young'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-322307935787825027</id><published>2010-07-10T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:04:52.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith might be true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Sometimes when you least expected the person next to you, sitting beside you or maybe the one you know for quite long might be the person walking into your life forever his/hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes both might be passing by each other many times around the place or near by, but we didn't realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes both might be enemy or detest person in your life, but till the very end of the story its a happily ever after ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when you just want to say how you felt about the person you like, when he/she also want to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes where thing isn't at the right time to be together, it just comes back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some, is made to be together. :) &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-322307935787825027?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/322307935787825027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-might-be-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/322307935787825027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/322307935787825027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith-might-be-true.html' title='Faith might be true.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-122711703081907168</id><published>2010-07-05T12:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T12:53:59.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Is Starting!</title><content type='html'>Alright so it's another day in Jun Kai's Land.&lt;br /&gt;Orientation will be on the 13 of July which is just 8 more days.&lt;br /&gt;Official date of school start is 19 July.&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-New friends&lt;br /&gt;-New things to learn&lt;br /&gt;-New materials to use&lt;br /&gt;-New lecture&lt;br /&gt;-New college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must be wondering what have I been doing for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I can tell you it's madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine got married so she invited me and Stanley to her house. While sadly we are not able to attend her dinner cause she thought Stanley had to book in after that, so we went to town and slack! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning do not try this outside. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfXfYh21I/AAAAAAAABpA/hn-5rzvI8WY/s1600/20062010069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfXfYh21I/AAAAAAAABpA/hn-5rzvI8WY/s400/20062010069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274277907356498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is this modeling thing going on and it's a screw up day. While I shall not say it again.&lt;br /&gt;So then Claire was in the assignment too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfW-iCQgI/AAAAAAAABo4/gR8woK0hUSE/s1600/22062010072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfW-iCQgI/AAAAAAAABo4/gR8woK0hUSE/s400/22062010072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274269088858626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had home made Pizza as well with mum at home it's fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfWDFypJI/AAAAAAAABoo/XknDSfB8C7Y/s1600/27062010075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfWDFypJI/AAAAAAAABoo/XknDSfB8C7Y/s400/27062010075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274253132702866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfWZ3XHiI/AAAAAAAABow/wbr8LjazuoA/s1600/27062010074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfWZ3XHiI/AAAAAAAABow/wbr8LjazuoA/s400/27062010074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274259246194210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even thought it's not big and perfect like the Pizza Hut once, but its still delicious. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya Dad just came back from Switzerland with his course result  flying  colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfX5px7JI/AAAAAAAABpI/Wv-KPSgMeDk/s1600/27062010077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfX5px7JI/AAAAAAAABpI/Wv-KPSgMeDk/s400/27062010077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274284959034514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFf2GbF9DI/AAAAAAAABpY/ooAwNaV_9cQ/s1600/27062010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of his award after the course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFih0fMAkI/AAAAAAAABpo/jTbBDF0eBEc/s1600/27062010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFih0fMAkI/AAAAAAAABpo/jTbBDF0eBEc/s400/27062010076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490277753906004546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFi5X6Y1lI/AAAAAAAABpw/QZ7y1ywWEuE/s1600/27062010079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFi5X6Y1lI/AAAAAAAABpw/QZ7y1ywWEuE/s400/27062010079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490278158552323666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFf2GbF9DI/AAAAAAAABpY/ooAwNaV_9cQ/s1600/27062010080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFf2GbF9DI/AAAAAAAABpY/ooAwNaV_9cQ/s400/27062010080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274803783169074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is happy to have dad back home with good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And got a Fail picture at Plaza Singapura Daiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFf2UayfiI/AAAAAAAABpg/DuBqVcaPj_k/s1600/11062010067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFf2UayfiI/AAAAAAAABpg/DuBqVcaPj_k/s400/11062010067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490274807539990050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where else if you don't get it, this shop sells everything at just $2 and check out this item price. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had war with ants at home!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74311f03e6879383" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74311f03e6879383%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DB358E1260EC143F093C65F5A78D018E5A4E16.7FABE0F3DDA831C9DFA44BE711959A39436BD9E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74311f03e6879383%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5xK4T8BpfReuln_OQDyGJUJrSVw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74311f03e6879383%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66DB358E1260EC143F093C65F5A78D018E5A4E16.7FABE0F3DDA831C9DFA44BE711959A39436BD9E5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74311f03e6879383%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5xK4T8BpfReuln_OQDyGJUJrSVw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And not to forget there is this World Cup going on and is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFedbRnkjI/AAAAAAAABog/hPEsM4r8ZSk/s1600/03072010081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFedbRnkjI/AAAAAAAABog/hPEsM4r8ZSk/s400/03072010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273280372216370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFecsJe19I/AAAAAAAABoY/q_XldiwnJPc/s1600/03072010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFecsJe19I/AAAAAAAABoY/q_XldiwnJPc/s400/03072010082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490273267721623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAME!&lt;br /&gt;I'll never watch soccer at all is such a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya about my hair I've got no idea to cut or not to cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the movie Eclipse with Flora yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFlGOG22gI/AAAAAAAABp4/tonMGbScD4U/s1600/new-eclipse-movie-one-sheet-poster.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFlGOG22gI/AAAAAAAABp4/tonMGbScD4U/s400/new-eclipse-movie-one-sheet-poster.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490280578281822722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is kinda funny as there is lots of jealousy part. xD&lt;br /&gt;It's funnier than romance. LOL&lt;br /&gt;But it's okay 3/5 Popcorn :)&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/8522748312564322067-122711703081907168?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/122711703081907168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-is-starting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/122711703081907168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/122711703081907168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/07/school-is-starting.html' title='School Is Starting!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TDFfXfYh21I/AAAAAAAABpA/hn-5rzvI8WY/s72-c/20062010069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3840655828625110897</id><published>2010-06-16T00:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:12:25.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Total madness today.</title><content type='html'>Today head GYM with Brandon, Yong  Hong and Kian Kiang.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I will be late but when I reached there just nice we came.&lt;br /&gt;Then we hit the GYM from 1.15 pm to 315 pm.&lt;br /&gt;During GYM I caught this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ5uIkJDb6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJ5uIkJDb6o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of GYM Some thing funny happen.&lt;br /&gt;Yong  Hong's bag got stuck! Some one had close the locker door with his bag. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUQLnJAnI/AAAAAAAABng/KwvUIekoNQA/s1600/36027_1454370715175_1110518479_1351063_3519745_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUQLnJAnI/AAAAAAAABng/KwvUIekoNQA/s400/36027_1454370715175_1110518479_1351063_3519745_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483295552039354994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Tampines 1 and have a drink while waiting for Mak to come.&lt;br /&gt;Mak reached around 4.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we hang around in arcade a while then off to my house.&lt;br /&gt;At my house we Band Hero and some other games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUQWU9DyI/AAAAAAAABno/5dtaXfox4ZU/s1600/36027_1454365315040_1110518479_1351054_6749769_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiU289nxuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/mLrRZtfiZL4/s400/36027_1454365555046_1110518479_1351059_7594351_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483296218122012386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUOx7QCMI/AAAAAAAABnI/NRUMj79SNVE/s1600/36027_1454365595047_1110518479_1351060_1843043_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUOx7QCMI/AAAAAAAABnI/NRUMj79SNVE/s400/36027_1454365595047_1110518479_1351060_1843043_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483295527964510402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUPerEbtI/AAAAAAAABnQ/nIh5I89QiWs/s1600/36027_1454365635048_1110518479_1351061_7710573_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUPerEbtI/AAAAAAAABnQ/nIh5I89QiWs/s400/36027_1454365635048_1110518479_1351061_7710573_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483295539976236754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUPrIH_LI/AAAAAAAABnY/CrCxdHf_Fb4/s1600/36027_1454365675049_1110518479_1351062_3935488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUPrIH_LI/AAAAAAAABnY/CrCxdHf_Fb4/s400/36027_1454365675049_1110518479_1351062_3935488_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483295543319329970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raving Rabbits TV PARTY is so freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;By just this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40pRUZJvYdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40pRUZJvYdE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Brandon and Mak manage to survive out of my house. LOLS&lt;br /&gt;I tell you it's freaking funny the way we play.&lt;br /&gt;We laughed till there was no tomorrow. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3840655828625110897?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3840655828625110897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/06/total-madness-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3840655828625110897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3840655828625110897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/06/total-madness-today.html' title='Total madness today.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TBiUQLnJAnI/AAAAAAAABng/KwvUIekoNQA/s72-c/36027_1454370715175_1110518479_1351063_3519745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-3793866384582327237</id><published>2010-06-05T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T01:41:13.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Jia You!</title><content type='html'>Alright is been 3 weeks since I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;So dad went Switzerland last Saturday for work training and up rank.&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE BEST DADDY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 3 weeks nothing much I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Doing house work for mum at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;-Keep the clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Fold the clothes&lt;br /&gt;-Sweep the floor&lt;br /&gt;-Mop the floor&lt;br /&gt;-Help her in cooking and gain some skills too&lt;br /&gt;-Wash up the dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ I think can be house husband already. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;NAFA letter received again and I have to GO DOWN AGAIN! -.-&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be dropping the form next Friday, as was meeting Flora and Enhui (Flora classmate) for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently too start GYM with Marcus last 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;Every Saturday at Hougang Gym.&lt;br /&gt;But normally he head to Bishan GYM, but had a notice that it will be close till September 28 or 29.&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS FREAKING LONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya I found my way back in watching Television! LOLS&lt;br /&gt;Sounds kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;But seriously I haven't been enjoying television programs or drama for very long since... Secondary 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday had dinner out side with mum and sister.&lt;br /&gt;And met Joycelyn's mum.&lt;br /&gt;Haha is like looking at the mirror looking at Joycelyn's mum.&lt;br /&gt;But any way my K1 friend sure change a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... It's been young when we knew each other haha.&lt;br /&gt;But some people do change.&lt;br /&gt;She feels different right now, different from K1.&lt;br /&gt;Ya it's long but like you watch each other grow up we can see if the person really changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Okay so tomorrow is GYM again! HArd core GYM work out tomorrow! ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay to my end of post, lets enjoy the photos taken this 3 weeks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5B7wf6tI/AAAAAAAABmY/xZeONw0ZqtA/s1600/15052010046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5B7wf6tI/AAAAAAAABmY/xZeONw0ZqtA/s400/15052010046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478973127056681682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5BMqUHCI/AAAAAAAABmQ/XgRu2akmRYY/s1600/21052010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5BMqUHCI/AAAAAAAABmQ/XgRu2akmRYY/s400/21052010055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478973114414275618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5ArS6X1I/AAAAAAAABmI/T5J9pNIXLgk/s1600/23052010057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5ArS6X1I/AAAAAAAABmI/T5J9pNIXLgk/s400/23052010057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478973105457749842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of Domo Mouth good for hand phone wallpaper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5AOLV0OI/AAAAAAAABmA/pXc8KRBcdfI/s1600/28052010058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5AOLV0OI/AAAAAAAABmA/pXc8KRBcdfI/s400/28052010058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478973097641365730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk4_1OSe-I/AAAAAAAABl4/NLNULnnxJrE/s1600/28052010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk4_1OSe-I/AAAAAAAABl4/NLNULnnxJrE/s400/28052010059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478973090942843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma grown flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6jH39XcI/AAAAAAAABnA/aqnlcK66JbE/s1600/28052010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6jH39XcI/AAAAAAAABnA/aqnlcK66JbE/s400/28052010061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478974796756508098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6ijXpxnI/AAAAAAAABm4/sMC1CZVdzug/s1600/29052010063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6ijXpxnI/AAAAAAAABm4/sMC1CZVdzug/s400/29052010063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478974786957330034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6hzJ_z8I/AAAAAAAABmw/N4mA_5OSD3M/s1600/03062010064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk6hzJ_z8I/AAAAAAAABmw/N4mA_5OSD3M/s400/03062010064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478974774015152066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weird can brand. SPAM! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-3793866384582327237?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3793866384582327237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy-jia-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3793866384582327237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/3793866384582327237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy-jia-you.html' title='Daddy Jia You!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/TAk5B7wf6tI/AAAAAAAABmY/xZeONw0ZqtA/s72-c/15052010046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-313867871229542245</id><published>2010-05-18T02:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:18:54.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar lesson on youtube is cool! :D</title><content type='html'>Alright so recently I start learning guitar from the web last Friday.&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda easy watching and learn for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can play "Odey to Joy"! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S_THVtw-Q6I/AAAAAAAABlw/UQJ7GnidHqo/s1600/16052010050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S_THVtw-Q6I/AAAAAAAABlw/UQJ7GnidHqo/s400/16052010050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473218623038178210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday dad cooked Carrot Cake.&lt;br /&gt;It's nice this time round! :D&lt;br /&gt;Looks so much more like the one you get at the coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday night went to a singing session with friends at Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy the singing sesson video! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95c05db689d0a24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D095c05db689d0a24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DFE201F9B2214180FA2B706A937FF622DD42133.5C39DF52FF1C27863FCE9ABA2CBA843ED0BF71D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95c05db689d0a24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnKYCHX9ZAZPNQU5eNxJXZTsxlqU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D095c05db689d0a24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331140405%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1DFE201F9B2214180FA2B706A937FF622DD42133.5C39DF52FF1C27863FCE9ABA2CBA843ED0BF71D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95c05db689d0a24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnKYCHX9ZAZPNQU5eNxJXZTsxlqU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what right at the end of singing session, the whole room is with nuts and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Kok Hao. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;School is starting soon like another 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till school starts!&lt;br /&gt;I've rotted at home for many days. -.-&lt;br /&gt;At least school starts I've got things to busy with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-313867871229542245?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/313867871229542245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/guitar-lesson-on-youtube-is-cool-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/313867871229542245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/313867871229542245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/guitar-lesson-on-youtube-is-cool-d.html' title='Guitar lesson on youtube is cool! :D'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S_THVtw-Q6I/AAAAAAAABlw/UQJ7GnidHqo/s72-c/16052010050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-7527204206570221806</id><published>2010-05-08T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:59:49.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT!</title><content type='html'>LOOK AT THE TEMPERATURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHUfCuRKI/AAAAAAAABlY/dxWnkQ4_ock/s1600/06052010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHUfCuRKI/AAAAAAAABlY/dxWnkQ4_ock/s400/06052010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468926108511388834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Air-con remote control.&lt;br /&gt;Today early in the morning went down to Aunty Susan's house and celebrate her birthday and mother day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHVtT53cI/AAAAAAAABlo/iN8_z67Ucpw/s1600/08052010039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHVtT53cI/AAAAAAAABlo/iN8_z67Ucpw/s400/08052010039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468926129521417666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHUx2M8II/AAAAAAAABlg/Wc_J7UdsKgk/s1600/08052010037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHUx2M8II/AAAAAAAABlg/Wc_J7UdsKgk/s400/08052010037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468926113559146626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, her cake so special. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Mah Jiong Cake! xD&lt;br /&gt;Okay but before the cake cutting session we had some of grandma's cooked food.&lt;br /&gt;Okay nothing much off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-7527204206570221806?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7527204206570221806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7527204206570221806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/7527204206570221806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/hot.html' title='HOT!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-WHUfCuRKI/AAAAAAAABlY/dxWnkQ4_ock/s72-c/06052010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4150779360587816494</id><published>2010-05-08T00:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:31:40.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at Helix Bridge.</title><content type='html'>So today meet up with PLR friends again! :D&lt;br /&gt;First we meet at City Hall MacDonald.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what again, I was the first to reached again. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;They every time late 1 hour. -.-&lt;br /&gt;So Mak, Kok Hao, Pei Xiang, Brandon &amp;amp; Me meet up first.&lt;br /&gt;Later we went to Marina Square and have our dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we reach there, I told Brandon some of the beautiful view in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;So he took some shorts with my Camera phone! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFtfr41QI/AAAAAAAABko/dwPpLQM1_B0/s1600/07052010025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFtfr41QI/AAAAAAAABko/dwPpLQM1_B0/s400/07052010025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572495436633346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFtMdiLdI/AAAAAAAABkg/x0ZRgcJqCAw/s1600/07052010026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFtMdiLdI/AAAAAAAABkg/x0ZRgcJqCAw/s400/07052010026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572490276154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFsh2jHLI/AAAAAAAABkY/0ux0Vp6OlFI/s1600/07052010027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFsh2jHLI/AAAAAAAABkY/0ux0Vp6OlFI/s400/07052010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572478838348978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Xiang try out the Smile detection function on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFsM2mZnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/2OadjP4eyQY/s1600/07052010028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFsM2mZnI/AAAAAAAABkQ/2OadjP4eyQY/s400/07052010028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468572473201419890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dinner was awesome and full. Had hand made noodles.&lt;br /&gt;Chit Chat some funny stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Later on we head for some games at the arcade!&lt;br /&gt;We were attracted by this Pirate Game in the arcade.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the video!&lt;br /&gt;I can't post here because the file size is too large.&lt;br /&gt;Is like while you're playing the seats will move to the game! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvhRokKlJVw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lvhRokKlJVw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest played pool.&lt;br /&gt;After games at arcade, we slowly stroll to Helix Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHVTShwuI/AAAAAAAABlA/yIHRuy1dRr0/s1600/07052010030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHVTShwuI/AAAAAAAABlA/yIHRuy1dRr0/s400/07052010030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574278815433442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place is beautiful but the shopping mall is not open yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHVAa8MAI/AAAAAAAABk4/_gBL048vt3A/s1600/07052010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHVAa8MAI/AAAAAAAABk4/_gBL048vt3A/s400/07052010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574273750446082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to slack at Suntec City, but the whole building is closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHUkZKTKI/AAAAAAAABkw/uUBet5gRJEo/s1600/07052010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHUkZKTKI/AAAAAAAABkw/uUBet5gRJEo/s400/07052010033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574266226789538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHV3fUePI/AAAAAAAABlI/tW9WMZyJvq0/s1600/07052010034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHV3fUePI/AAAAAAAABlI/tW9WMZyJvq0/s400/07052010034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574288532764914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we make our way to circle line MRT but no idea what station was that.&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo with Brandon! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHWnmau6I/AAAAAAAABlQ/gGMWtk2ROKw/s1600/07052010035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RHWnmau6I/AAAAAAAABlQ/gGMWtk2ROKw/s400/07052010035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574301447437218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on they are deciding on which place to have supper but I'm not joining them.&lt;br /&gt;So after a few discussions they decided to go to Paya Layba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going to aunty Susan's house to celebrate her birthday and mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;Should I bring my Waveboard tomorrow? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4150779360587816494?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4150779360587816494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-at-helix-bridge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4150779360587816494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4150779360587816494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/day-at-helix-bridge.html' title='A day at Helix Bridge.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S-RFtfr41QI/AAAAAAAABko/dwPpLQM1_B0/s72-c/07052010025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8052634907231445042</id><published>2010-05-01T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:17:31.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at CAROUSEL!</title><content type='html'>Today lunch at CARLOUSEL was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't had much as was a bit full.&lt;br /&gt;I'll find a chance and have my meal there again! :D&lt;br /&gt;The food there has multiple choice of buffet!&lt;br /&gt;Is like Multiracial dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I like the chicken soup, the spaghetti, Peach Pie &amp;amp; the raw sea food clam muscles.&lt;br /&gt;No time for pictures just busy eating. :P&lt;br /&gt;So after meal desert was severed by our own but, they did come with a mini desert that they sever us which is this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wmWFJB8DI/AAAAAAAABjw/r3ktlu1mHsM/s1600/01052010017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wmWFJB8DI/AAAAAAAABjw/r3ktlu1mHsM/s400/01052010017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466286208499970098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this call but it look like a mini burger with chocolate cream inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wmVl2eyjI/AAAAAAAABjo/w6-tizVEfDc/s1600/01052010018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wmVl2eyjI/AAAAAAAABjo/w6-tizVEfDc/s400/01052010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466286200100670002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other flavors in multiple colours.&lt;br /&gt;Like Pink, Green, Chocolate Brown, Coffee Brown &amp;amp; White.&lt;br /&gt;The taste is like.&lt;br /&gt;Yum~~&lt;br /&gt;It's not so sweet, just nice.&lt;br /&gt;And the outer part is like biscuit but slightly soft like biting an expired biscuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we head down to Aunty Doreen's house.&lt;br /&gt;Dad bought a loaf of "The Straights Time" newspaper, as my Agent from Create Talents messaged me and told me that the Singtel advertisement has just been printed in the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TAH DAH~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wpI7e-gUI/AAAAAAAABj4/DTkKIQGL5M0/s1600/Singtel+Shoot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wpI7e-gUI/AAAAAAAABj4/DTkKIQGL5M0/s400/Singtel+Shoot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466289281104249154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wpJaMOy3I/AAAAAAAABkA/hesV1Y5Cwkc/s1600/01052010022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wpJaMOy3I/AAAAAAAABkA/hesV1Y5Cwkc/s400/01052010022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466289289347124082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm located right at the right hand. :D&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this post isn't easy to do alright. My back hurts the next morning man!&lt;br /&gt;Kinda cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;Alright so tomorrow going for a game of badminton again. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8052634907231445042?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8052634907231445042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/lunch-at-carousel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8052634907231445042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8052634907231445042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/lunch-at-carousel.html' title='Lunch at CAROUSEL!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9wmWFJB8DI/AAAAAAAABjw/r3ktlu1mHsM/s72-c/01052010017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5818246369355828176</id><published>2010-04-29T19:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T20:55:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with lying shoots!</title><content type='html'>Alright so yesterday was a fun day at the studio.&lt;br /&gt;The shoot is about the coming new Motorola Back Flip Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyRFFixCI/AAAAAAAABjY/CO2RNvHn-J4/s1600/motorola-backflip-motus-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyRFFixCI/AAAAAAAABjY/CO2RNvHn-J4/s400/motorola-backflip-motus-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465525260539577378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyQ3lWbHI/AAAAAAAABjQ/L7HZ1vhlgNc/s1600/motorola-backflip-motus-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyQ3lWbHI/AAAAAAAABjQ/L7HZ1vhlgNc/s400/motorola-backflip-motus-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465525256914889842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Backflip on the floor is rather hard then doing the real back flip. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyRv8LYXI/AAAAAAAABjg/5c3L26YRE2E/s400/28042010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465525272043020658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should try some day!&lt;br /&gt;It's delicious!&lt;br /&gt;The Ice cream is Nestle's Magic Ice Cream.&lt;br /&gt;As watching the Television, came by the commercials.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the XINMSN commercial is up.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I can only spot the last part where my hand is only. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Who cares as long there is $80 bucks in my bank account! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way bringing back the Singtel shoot, the print advertisement will be at Ang Mo Kio Hub Singtel shop, Singtel Comcenter and NAC.&lt;br /&gt;Which I've got no idea where is that. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;So then there is another shoot which is Maggie Noodles print advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I have to do? Eat and show a yummy face? LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough for the modeling so right now just finish folding the clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and recently I just found this &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://blogtv.com/"&gt;Web page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This site is a web cam chat it's so freaking awesome. the people there are friendly as well! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5818246369355828176?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5818246369355828176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-with-lying-shoots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5818246369355828176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5818246369355828176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/fun-with-lying-shoots.html' title='Fun with lying shoots!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9lyRFFixCI/AAAAAAAABjY/CO2RNvHn-J4/s72-c/motorola-backflip-motus-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4938315737413787485</id><published>2010-04-25T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:33:15.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony Ericsson Vivaz</title><content type='html'>Alright! So I just got my new phone! Sony Ericssion Vivaz U5.&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I get iPhone is because, it so not unique any more.&lt;br /&gt;So many people are using iPhone and yeah some thing different for me.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what when I'm at the M1 shop with my dad?&lt;br /&gt;A the people that head to the counter and just say "I would like to get an iPhone".&lt;br /&gt;I wounder if there is something better than iPhone people will all go for the other one!&lt;br /&gt;So nope I got Vivaz U5 is freaking cool with the stylish design of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9REQy7-PuI/AAAAAAAABjA/bj2X3Y2QLPI/s1600/P4250068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9REQy7-PuI/AAAAAAAABjA/bj2X3Y2QLPI/s400/P4250068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464067303249166050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS most important thing... IT COMES WITH A BUILD IN HIGH DEFINITION VIDEO CAMERA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9RERqs0o-I/AAAAAAAABjI/qnfd-50KPUs/s1600/P4250067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9RERqs0o-I/AAAAAAAABjI/qnfd-50KPUs/s400/P4250067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464067318218007522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta check out the high quality of the video recording and the high quality pictures taken!&lt;br /&gt;It's touch screen as well but I go for qualities that is in it!&lt;br /&gt;It is built in with Wifi too.&lt;br /&gt;Speaker are fine! The volume is just nice and not like the china phone once. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;This year shall be a new year to start my Diploma something new to me again.&lt;br /&gt;Computer is wasting my time, last time.&lt;br /&gt;So I might as well blog or update my Facebook during my free time.&lt;br /&gt;After that will be army, while then after army maybe I'll find a Part-Time job as a building drafter. Since I saw quite a lot of Part-Time work that is hiring to be building drafter as Part-Time only.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship nope... That will be after studies, infect I now have really gone back to where I first beign single when I was Sec 3. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;While that is the best thing that happen right now. In the past I use to be interested in relationship don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all because of the "Jones Theory" LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;Alright so nothing else to elaborate shall end here! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4938315737413787485?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4938315737413787485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/sony-ericsson-vivaz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4938315737413787485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4938315737413787485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/sony-ericsson-vivaz.html' title='Sony Ericsson Vivaz'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S9REQy7-PuI/AAAAAAAABjA/bj2X3Y2QLPI/s72-c/P4250068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-114306081754691251</id><published>2010-04-14T11:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:21:39.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish your family &amp; life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I continue people who is reading this please think before the next out come happens thing for the rest of the people around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is been long since my cousin Vincent left us.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you suddenly have this feeling of him in mind that he is still with us.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes how I wish that I could share with him some interesting stuff that things he had never try before.&lt;br /&gt;At times where I would like to meet up with him but then he's not here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Is like losing some one around you feels really different even if he or she is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;At times while I am asleep, dreams of him looks so real that when I got up he's never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I got up mum got me an Newspaper lying on the chair in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and flip through the pages.&lt;br /&gt;There is this recent news about a guy name Loh Ying Jie.&lt;br /&gt;He has just finish his National Service and had applied to study in a local University.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't make it...&lt;br /&gt;Just because the fun of excitement on a holiday near Patong Beach where they rented  Phuket jet-ski.&lt;br /&gt;An intersect crash with his friend by accident, he got hit skull hit.&lt;br /&gt;Blood clot in his brain, doctor announced that he might not make it.&lt;br /&gt;As today early morning 2AM, Ying Jie left while his parents is right by his side.&lt;br /&gt;His mother was tremendously sad and can't surmount the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from here the story is about the same as my cousin Vincent.&lt;br /&gt;But he's story is slightly different.&lt;br /&gt;He's also because of excitement and got into an argument with another group of don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;But part of the things is not clear who started it.&lt;br /&gt;As he went to the toilet alone, the group went in together and whacked him.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing in first though you will run.&lt;br /&gt;So he ran out of the Disco and flag for a taxi while the group are still chasing him.&lt;br /&gt;Next he got up the taxi but was too slow when one of the 3 guys stab him with a knife on his right tight.&lt;br /&gt;Because of lost of blood he past away.&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle and Aunt was shocked when they hear the news.&lt;br /&gt;As they got to China he's already cold.&lt;br /&gt;Many came to visit him at the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the main point is, not to let people around you feel down and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I would know how Ying Jie's parents feel too.&lt;br /&gt;As it's painful to lose your son while raising him while he is a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the incident I told my sister not to be rude with mummy or daddy.&lt;br /&gt;What if one day they are gone?&lt;br /&gt;Would you blame yourself for begin respectful to them.&lt;br /&gt;It will be too late.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tell my friend when ever they tell me things that their parents are no good and keep scolding them for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Just let them be!&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not saying that when you did something wrong and they scold you, that is really your fault.&lt;br /&gt;For then just let them be, maybe they'll feel better after scolding?&lt;br /&gt;Or then sometimes just talk to them more while they are home, get your relationship amoung your parents closer and things will get around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherish your family &amp;amp; life.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The future will always change if you think twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-114306081754691251?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/114306081754691251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherish-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/114306081754691251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/114306081754691251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/cherish-your-life.html' title='Cherish your family &amp; life.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-4087883940615773340</id><published>2010-04-09T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T22:55:34.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start!</title><content type='html'>Okay so first... I'm in to NAFA!&lt;br /&gt;Second I'm back to though training at home to build up my body!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man!&lt;br /&gt;So I had a game at 9pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be 2 hours of game for 3pm to 5pm!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday will be a one on one match with Kevin!&lt;br /&gt;Wow I'm so cray in building up my stamina and body right now!&lt;br /&gt;Every evening around 5pm carry some weights!&lt;br /&gt;Healthy Diet every day too!&lt;br /&gt;I think I should be a coach some how. Lols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya I almost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;About my Wii is freaking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what Resident Evil, my sister is a head short PRO! xD&lt;br /&gt;And do not try Fatal Frame 4 at home alone, this game freaking spooks me playing alone!&lt;br /&gt;It looks like real live! x.x&lt;br /&gt;Of to bath update soon again! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-4087883940615773340?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4087883940615773340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4087883940615773340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/4087883940615773340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-start.html' title='A new start!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-1970229075989328768</id><published>2010-04-07T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:15:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakie With ITE Friends!</title><content type='html'>Alright Sakae Sushi with friends yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Century Square have more buffet stuff than City link!&lt;br /&gt;So Sakae there was a last man standing match for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;I think I had the most while Brandon Second I guess, third might be Kok Hao or Wen Bin.&lt;br /&gt;Bi Shun Last!&lt;br /&gt;So then later Mak meet us right after his work.&lt;br /&gt;Right after our meals we met up with Kenji, Darren and Fu Xiang.&lt;br /&gt;Was plan to watch movie but then some of them didn't want to, so we went for a walk and chit chat at some place in Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;Later time past really fast and of back to home again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went down to make payment for my school fees at NAFA (Nang Yang Academy of Fine Arts).&lt;br /&gt;School starts at 19 July 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Letter told to bring GCE certificate, in the end they say need highest qualification.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need make my way down again tomorrow to pay the full fees! -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyone going out tomorrow? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-1970229075989328768?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1970229075989328768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/sakie-with-ite-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1970229075989328768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/1970229075989328768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/sakie-with-ite-friends.html' title='Sakie With ITE Friends!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-38829863892133947</id><published>2010-04-04T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:21:28.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Video Shooting.</title><content type='html'>Went shooting today and I'm rather too early.&lt;br /&gt;As I reach there its around 7.25 am, while the call time is 8.15 am.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to change into business wear.&lt;br /&gt;After changing I met this guy name Ri Ku.&lt;br /&gt;He' also here for shooting.&lt;br /&gt;So I chat with him while we are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Came along Shing.&lt;br /&gt;Then later Miria and Claire.&lt;br /&gt;We waited for very long! And the weather is rather hot you know!&lt;br /&gt;At around 11.20 am they start.&lt;br /&gt;So we went for our lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;Right after lunch we went back and we are ready to film!&lt;br /&gt;So I was to pare up with Claire.&lt;br /&gt;The director want us to have mouth movement as we are walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are like keep saying the same thing! "你吃包了吗？".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7gfLtjbhYI/AAAAAAAABgA/XuJyiwp2hxI/s1600/27034_425927900298_721215298_5277643_4322882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7gfLtjbhYI/AAAAAAAABgA/XuJyiwp2hxI/s400/27034_425927900298_721215298_5277643_4322882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456145234626577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;So then after walking like only 3 to 4 times, our job is done!&lt;br /&gt;So we went some place to relax till the part 2 starts.&lt;br /&gt;We talk a lot of cold jokes and share a lot of things too. :)&lt;br /&gt;After the workers finish their lunch, one of the worker drive us to the next location.&lt;br /&gt;Right there is much more cooler.&lt;br /&gt;Around 15 more people join us too.&lt;br /&gt;So the same thing just walk up and down.&lt;br /&gt;After the whole filming, its over! :)&lt;br /&gt;So we went to change.&lt;br /&gt;We took a group picture as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;We all hope to see each other again on the next shooting or filming. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7gfL80-dPI/AAAAAAAABgI/VzItNkUM3OA/s1600/27034_425927960298_721215298_5277645_2266444_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7gfL80-dPI/AAAAAAAABgI/VzItNkUM3OA/s400/27034_425927960298_721215298_5277645_2266444_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456145238726702322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-38829863892133947?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/38829863892133947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-video-shooting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/38829863892133947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/38829863892133947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-video-shooting.html' title='Good Friday Video Shooting.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7gfLtjbhYI/AAAAAAAABgA/XuJyiwp2hxI/s72-c/27034_425927900298_721215298_5277643_4322882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2406406065586489781</id><published>2010-04-01T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:28:47.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cycling with Secondary School friends.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a great day for cycling!&lt;br /&gt;Maverick came along by my house first while I get ready my stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;So while waiting Maverick did try Resident Evil Dark Chronicles on my Wii.&lt;br /&gt;As then Izraini didn't reply our calls, so as Mei Qi and Xin Mei.&lt;br /&gt;So we when off late.&lt;br /&gt;Took bus 55 down to Marine Parade.&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Mei Qi and Xin Mei at Maybank.&lt;br /&gt;From there we start with lunch at a near by coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;Had chicken rice with Maverick.&lt;br /&gt;But then before ordering and after ordering, the aunty that took our order keep on asking me to remember the stall, the price and she herself!&lt;br /&gt;How many times she keep repeating? 5 TIMES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Is damn funny but the Chicken Rice is nice man!&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we walk to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, the road is so empty!&lt;br /&gt;At so we walk to the bicycle shop to rent bikes.&lt;br /&gt;While on the way there is this tree which attract me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SspQ2SPAI/AAAAAAAABfo/eZSoe2klWSQ/s1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SspQ2SPAI/AAAAAAAABfo/eZSoe2klWSQ/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455174873549782018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maverick didn't know how to cycle so I help him along!&lt;br /&gt;After awhile he manage to cycle already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SrC1vAEdI/AAAAAAAABfg/hDCO9jHs0IM/s1600/SNC00119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SrC1vAEdI/AAAAAAAABfg/hDCO9jHs0IM/s400/SNC00119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455173113924817362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cycle down to a hawker center at East Coast, to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;After some rest we went on back to the shop as time is about to reach.&lt;br /&gt;As we return the bikes, we took bus 55 to Bishan for Prawning.&lt;br /&gt;Mei Qi's Brother and Sister came along too.&lt;br /&gt;So we started Prawning around 8.10pm.&lt;br /&gt;It's rather tiring by the time we prawn.&lt;br /&gt;And I only caught 3 Prawns. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SrCrMESsI/AAAAAAAABfY/voqXMJ83HJQ/s1600/SNC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SrCrMESsI/AAAAAAAABfY/voqXMJ83HJQ/s400/SNC00123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455173111093938882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home around 12.15 am. its rather late.&lt;br /&gt;Took a quick bath and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be new to me, as I attend the first shoot for Modeling.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2406406065586489781?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2406406065586489781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/cycling-with-secondary-school-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2406406065586489781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2406406065586489781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/04/cycling-with-secondary-school-friends.html' title='Cycling with Secondary School friends.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7SspQ2SPAI/AAAAAAAABfo/eZSoe2klWSQ/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-8096628607295584715</id><published>2010-03-29T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:04:54.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day for sushi!</title><content type='html'>Meet up with Mei Qi and Xin Mei yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;We had SUSHI for lunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;Alright so while on there way we are competing each other on who can eat the most plate! LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;So while we reach City Link quite early.&lt;br /&gt;The buffet price starts at 3pm so Mei Qi want to get her wrist-let and we get it first.&lt;br /&gt;After gotten her stuff, we head back to Sakae Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;Alright a lot of laughter and weird stuff happening. LOLS!&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes later look at the number of plates. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn4PPMjFI/AAAAAAAABew/949C1OpXXvs/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn4PPMjFI/AAAAAAAABew/949C1OpXXvs/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454254839582985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;, Mei Qi had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Xin Mei had 9 too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn3j0Un4I/AAAAAAAABeo/tejTFopk-jU/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn3j0Un4I/AAAAAAAABeo/tejTFopk-jU/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454254827927543682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn2wsaDcI/AAAAAAAABeg/us0gt_M8K_8/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn2wsaDcI/AAAAAAAABeg/us0gt_M8K_8/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454254814204136898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and not to forget is the desert.&lt;br /&gt;The desert was quit disappointing, because it's like you're eating Ice bar in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn2nWPT0I/AAAAAAAABeY/gd2joZAXxZc/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn2nWPT0I/AAAAAAAABeY/gd2joZAXxZc/s400/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454254811695238978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to have foot massage and fish spa at Kenko Spa, which is located at Singapore flayer.&lt;br /&gt;First we had foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Mei is making a lot of noise because she has lots of problem with her foot. xD&lt;br /&gt;Before putting in the fishes are like all swimming to the edge. Like they are starving!&lt;br /&gt;Then as I put my leg in, all of them surround my leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn1zdr4DI/AAAAAAAABeQ/H62G6XTWZ40/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn1zdr4DI/AAAAAAAABeQ/H62G6XTWZ40/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454254797767827506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is of course my leg. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7FqBwky1ZI/AAAAAAAABfA/I7Gp7pyUiHU/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7FqBwky1ZI/AAAAAAAABfA/I7Gp7pyUiHU/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454257202174023058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mei Qi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7FqBYiQS_I/AAAAAAAABe4/9fcBYhOhhUw/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7FqBYiQS_I/AAAAAAAABe4/9fcBYhOhhUw/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454257195720920050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Xin Mei's&lt;br /&gt;Alright someday you guys should try fish spa. :&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? BECAUSE IS FREAKING TICKLISH! xD&lt;br /&gt;Alright so its fun after all.&lt;br /&gt;Ya and make sure go on rainy days! :) GOT DISCOUNT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-8096628607295584715?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8096628607295584715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-for-sushi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8096628607295584715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/8096628607295584715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-for-sushi.html' title='A day for sushi!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvZlNP9ee5g/S7Fn4PPMjFI/AAAAAAAABew/949C1OpXXvs/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-2113818630632189104</id><published>2010-03-21T00:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T00:55:05.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Private School.</title><content type='html'>So Singapore Poly and Temasek Poly didn't take me in.&lt;br /&gt;Now only hope is Private School!&lt;br /&gt;So today I went for Admission test with Paul.&lt;br /&gt;The first paper was rather easy and have suffision time to complete.&lt;br /&gt;While the second paper is rather short and I got no time to colour but to just quickly shade the unfill areas.&lt;br /&gt;English test is rather fine but screw up at the last part which I suddenly for got the compo is about the recent week. While I just wrote a story of one day. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;But hope my grammer and vocabulary that is in the compo helps.&lt;br /&gt;Late noon went for a badminton game with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Went home and take a bath after a short 1 hour game, and went for dinner at 6.30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-2113818630632189104?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2113818630632189104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/private-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2113818630632189104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/2113818630632189104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/private-school.html' title='Private School.'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8522748312564322067.post-5610083599430416633</id><published>2010-03-10T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:56:31.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never give up!</title><content type='html'>So I didn't get into poly, but I still didn't give up!&lt;br /&gt;Went to appeal again yesterday at Singapore Poly and Temasek Poly.&lt;br /&gt;Hope this time round they will take me in.&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow I'm going to go NAFA and appeal I guess.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm in, I must work really hard and not waste any of my parents effort on me any more.&lt;br /&gt;What will it be like studying in the next level.&lt;br /&gt;$4000 for each year is more than government college. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Singtel problem fixed too as it's really makes my whole family members not free for that.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to get in any college and get a diploma cert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8522748312564322067-5610083599430416633?l=pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5610083599430416633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-give-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5610083599430416633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8522748312564322067/posts/default/5610083599430416633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pictures-of-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-give-up.html' title='Never give up!'/><author><name>'~I-Jun Kai-I~'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279518150326608962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
