<?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-5831043920231913771</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:57:47.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-6058168821671095550</id><published>2010-05-21T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:08:44.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a friday. And it's one of the good worst day that i have ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;Good things&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a friday. *Yay*&lt;br /&gt;There's Math stuff to keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;There's NCC today.&lt;br /&gt;23 June is still untouched.&lt;br /&gt;School is ending within a week.&lt;br /&gt;There's NCC Camp.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going on board another plane.&lt;br /&gt;Bubble Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Enough money to top-up.&lt;br /&gt;I survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Bad Stuff&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Math.&lt;br /&gt;We're getting back result slip within a week.&lt;br /&gt;There's NCC today.&lt;br /&gt;Wrong uniform.&lt;br /&gt;Body aches.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school on a Saturday for camp.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to school even during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't bring my key to school.&lt;br /&gt;Footdrills.&lt;br /&gt;Almost wanted to fall out.&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't completed class tee information.&lt;br /&gt;EZ-Link not enough money.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;No overseas trip this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK-TARDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Summarise&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's jolly well my day. And i'm posting after two months. See the pattern now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm addicted to facebook*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6058168821671095550?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6058168821671095550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6058168821671095550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6058168821671095550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6058168821671095550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-is-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8618855847377673196</id><published>2010-03-17T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:25:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More than a month since i posted. Heh... So you're probably ask about my birthday. Well, it wasn't good at all. Spent most of my time sleeping in the car to Malaysia. And it rained throughout the journey. You'll also ask about my trip to Malaysia right? So, it was bad too. Rained everyday. Almost died too. :D Shall not elaborate my near death experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a new song... Not bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Artists For Haiti - Wavin' Flag&lt;br /&gt;(Canadian Artistes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB7L1BIDELc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&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/nB7L1BIDELc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When i get older, I will be stronger, they'll call me freedom, just like a Wavin' Flag.&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/5831043920231913771-8618855847377673196?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8618855847377673196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8618855847377673196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8618855847377673196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8618855847377673196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/03/more-than-month-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8368628790915357511</id><published>2010-02-17T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:33:44.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im bored. I've got nothing to post about. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8368628790915357511?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8368628790915357511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8368628790915357511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8368628790915357511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8368628790915357511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8778546914320168942</id><published>2010-01-05T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:23:46.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh? I found out using this template, there's no point in using the title. So... second day of school eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Agnes Tan ain't that bad YET. Except there's a quiz on the first day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrigght, Jonathon's now in charge of the notice board, please do help him by supplying pictures and ideas to his mind of excitedsy, aka M.O.E. &lt;&lt;&lt; My language. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, so, hope the notice board will be done ASAP. Ending here. Byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8778546914320168942?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8778546914320168942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8778546914320168942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8778546914320168942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8778546914320168942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-i-found-out-using-this-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1115961270632306582</id><published>2010-01-04T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T19:10:20.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad choice...</title><content type='html'>Alright, first day of school. It's just like any other day, but seems that some bad choices were made. Including choosing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started the day... Waited LONG for 187... Then there was a jam, think i saw huijie at the bus stop with a guy. Hmmph? *go gossip!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for Svc A, save 2 187s coming together. Wth? Then saw Jon... Went to school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 new peeps into E5. Class committee, update template please. Ty. And oh yea, im not gonna ask for their birthdays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly, Mr Lim was boasting all the time. Sigh. It seems he doesn't know we have neighbouring schools. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;After school... Went to lot one. Finally, a home for my pens. Alright. Time to end this. *maybe i should learn shakespeare's language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou shall tag at my blog after reading. Maybe i should make my own language...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1115961270632306582?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1115961270632306582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1115961270632306582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1115961270632306582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1115961270632306582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/01/bad-choice.html' title='Bad choice...'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8339116384441306095</id><published>2010-01-03T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:09:50.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole New.</title><content type='html'>Since it's a new year, i shall not post about the previous. School is just tomorrow... I still don't have a pencil box. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering lots of stuff recently... Mostly about school... Will need alot of help in finishing my Math properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Since it's a new year... And just two days have passed, i have nothing much to say, since everyone's blog is wishing you a happy new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite. Shall end here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8339116384441306095?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8339116384441306095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8339116384441306095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8339116384441306095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8339116384441306095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-new.html' title='Whole New.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6584521801937177308</id><published>2009-11-28T12:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:35:41.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th Day Of Rotting</title><content type='html'>Made some adjustments to the link.. If you wanna be linked please tell me. I'm very bored now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years since i last visited ETP. Dying to go there soon... :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6584521801937177308?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6584521801937177308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6584521801937177308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6584521801937177308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6584521801937177308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/28th-day-of-rotting_28.html' title='28th Day Of Rotting'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2205893669716094277</id><published>2009-11-27T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:33:32.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th Day Of Rotting</title><content type='html'>As you can see from the title, im rotting at home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, you would've notice the song is different. It's only Lady GaGa songs. Haters, turn your volume down. :D Also re-linked. Some new stuff. Looking for new template soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Wanna know what happen recently eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday.. Went botanic gardens with Joshua and Hidayah. Joshua dropped his specs into.. Pond/Lake/River thingy. :D Then he went to look for it in the water. Got one couple on the other side saying. "See! The boy diving!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to. Orchard. Joshua got wet again. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Went to JP. Watched 2012 with aunties. Then saw a shop at food court called "Jin Sha". :D:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days... Rot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending here. Bye Bye. *I miss escape theme park :(*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2205893669716094277?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2205893669716094277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2205893669716094277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2205893669716094277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2205893669716094277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/27th-day-of-rotting.html' title='27th Day Of Rotting'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3688305847960630242</id><published>2009-11-20T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T19:54:52.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>102th</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling bored of the holiday already. Anyone have any anime/drama/games to recommend? Hopefully not Chinese. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played basketball few days ago with Jonathon and friend. 2 V 1. Result was 7 to 6. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today... Walked around north-west part of Singapore. Actually wanted to go to Kranji War Memorial. But ended up at Sungei Buloh Wetland Reserve. Wild dogs... Omg. I know of someone who would scream at the sight of dogs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Old Fort Factory. Sneaked in without paying. Wa hahaha. Then look around den go back home.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i went there for the English project. Went with Joshua. Too bad Hidayah cant come. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going more places on Sunday. :D Should be posting then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady GaGa - Dance in the Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXfBm7lQ0sk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/qXfBm7lQ0sk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/5831043920231913771-3688305847960630242?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3688305847960630242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3688305847960630242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3688305847960630242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3688305847960630242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/102th.html' title='102th'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5562820331718920453</id><published>2009-11-11T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:29:18.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>101th.</title><content type='html'>BBQ-ed yesterday. For more information, look around 1E5's blogs. All in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P6 Outreach thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had field cooking. Average.... Not bad.. Mam cooked Instant Noodles for NCC Cadets. Cant grade much? What can you get out of instant noodles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Video? Want? Dun care. I give. Must Take!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Bad Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACm9yECwSso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/ACm9yECwSso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. Where she get those costumes are the front part. So cool. Especially the hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5562820331718920453?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5562820331718920453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5562820331718920453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5562820331718920453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5562820331718920453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/101th.html' title='101th.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-572400961650550419</id><published>2009-11-10T12:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T12:52:59.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post.</title><content type='html'>In case you are wondering why i'm posting so much these few days.. I have no idea. Saw HKPS Students today. Litter picking maybe? Saw Ms Maslina. Seems lonely. No Comments on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ is starting in a few hours time... Countdown! Weather so far so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another video i came across at you tube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Night Live Taylor Swift SNL Monologue HD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1decRVDV0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/i1decRVDV0U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, a monologue is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a form of dramatic entertainment, comedic solo, or the like by a single speaker: a comedian's monologue.&lt;br /&gt;2. a prolonged talk or discourse by a single speaker, esp. one dominating or monopolizing a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;3. any composition, as a poem, in which a single person speaks alone.&lt;br /&gt;4. a part of a drama in which a single actor speaks alone; soliloquy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from www.dictionary.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-572400961650550419?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/572400961650550419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=572400961650550419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/572400961650550419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/572400961650550419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/100th-post.html' title='100th Post.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6339928071354210996</id><published>2009-11-09T13:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:51:44.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanned.</title><content type='html'>Lalala. I have nothing to post. Enjoyed one star kayaking. Got tanned a little. Hope i get my badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But since i logged into blogger, why not? 1 more other post to reach 100 posts! Btw, im just listing my calender. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths remedial-ed. Not bad.. I learnt wad was square root. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to BBQ tmr.. Looking forward. Pray it doesnt rain. Really must pray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to school help with the field cooking.. Lalala.... No classmates come keep me company. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Shopping day or window shopping day i think. Gonna spend half a day with "aunties". Sigh. Poor me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally time to take a break. Happy Holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Cobra Starship, Ne-Yo &amp; Russell Brand - VMA Side Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OTWO5vKSwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/7OTWO5vKSwg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="300"&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/5831043920231913771-6339928071354210996?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6339928071354210996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6339928071354210996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6339928071354210996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6339928071354210996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/tanned.html' title='Tanned.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4005873209312538452</id><published>2009-11-05T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:30:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Feeling ~~~~</title><content type='html'>Was actually not gonna post today. But kayaking was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed it. On the bus home, i got tired. Sleep wake up i feel sick le. -.-" Tomorrow not sure can go for kayaking II. I want my badge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G,&lt;br /&gt;You are starting to irritate me. Always trying to seek my attention. Shall not talk much about you. I'm feeling giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giddyness has struck me. Gonna go off now. BB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4005873209312538452?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4005873209312538452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4005873209312538452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4005873209312538452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4005873209312538452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-feeling.html' title='I&apos;m Feeling ~~~~'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6264217970181580846</id><published>2009-11-04T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:34:42.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang!</title><content type='html'>Shot lots of pellets today. But. Not very well done i must say. Date of BBQ has changed, some cant go already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to post. I guess that's why i update once in a while.. Someone told me people looked forward to my posts? Not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking tomorrow. Hope to get tanned. Hope i dont lose my spectacles in the seawater. Think my arm is gonna ache and get sun burned for the next two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably not going to post tomorrow. Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6264217970181580846?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6264217970181580846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6264217970181580846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6264217970181580846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6264217970181580846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/bang.html' title='Bang!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2331578216852469009</id><published>2009-11-03T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T12:24:36.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha... Not yet relinked. School ended. Time for Outings to fill up my calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D,&lt;br /&gt;I know you wanted to take part. You did not do well, thats why you were out. And there you were, criticising. Call yourself part of "US"? *Pui* In simple words, you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, &lt;br /&gt;Mood swings? -.-" Enough anot. The only thing i can think of is. "You're hot N you're cold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F,&lt;br /&gt;You... Are the best!! Although some parts of you seem strange. I was unfamiliar with you at first, we turned out to be the best pals. Some parts of you irritated me, amused me, amazed me, charmed me and whatever i can think of. But some of you... Weird. But overall, hope to see you soon. We'd change our name but it will be Five Four Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note that for all my posts, the alphabets does not represent the starting letter of your name. Some random things might be there to divert your attention. How to put color ah? i forgotten. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2331578216852469009?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2331578216852469009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2331578216852469009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2331578216852469009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2331578216852469009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6322039875700393564</id><published>2009-10-23T17:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:38:42.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a title.</title><content type='html'>So far, i have no comments for my results. Only Maths fail, which is VERY predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To these people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A,&lt;br /&gt;although you seem to be enjoying much and living like no problem, someone told me that you are once again gonna be deceived. Not sure if you are gullible or plain stupid. I'm not saying i'm a good example! But it's just a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B,&lt;br /&gt;you know that you cause trouble don't you? And i do not like troublemakers and does not admit their fault. And you actually "THAT". Tsk. One expression. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C,&lt;br /&gt;i guess we got off from the wrong foot. The retarded me used to try to make amends, but it seems there's no use. I've heard rumours about you, i tried to help whenever i could, but will it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now? Hopefully, i will post after my outings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6322039875700393564?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6322039875700393564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6322039875700393564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6322039875700393564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6322039875700393564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-title.html' title='Finally a title.'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-385034062721408155</id><published>2009-08-30T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T15:55:43.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting cause feel quite worried. (dumb actually) Those who have godfathers,mothers and such, is it good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying this cause yesterday night father told me my uncle wanted to adopt me as godson. Kept having silly questions last night. Example, i have to live with my uncle? K im just plain dumb. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-385034062721408155?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/385034062721408155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=385034062721408155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/385034062721408155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/385034062721408155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/08/posting-cause-feel-quite-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3331920467681201128</id><published>2009-08-26T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:25:55.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol... School start? School gonna go holidays again! Few things happened since school start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of alot of teachers, regret not treating old ones better eh. E.g. Ms Gayathri. Found out that the way she taught was not bad. At least she got us remedials during weekends. After she was gone, Ms Ivy took over and did a very bad job. Then Ms Hidayah took the baton. Doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change of chinese class... Miss Mr Luan la. Lols. Ms Soh took over. Chinese got harder... But i think made improvements. Yays. Became homework collector. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then... Stuffs happened lor. Inter-class... In the class... (&lt;&lt; different) Between teachers... Oh yeah. Math. The subject that drift me to lala land. -.-" Missed one lesson and im lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HKPS peeps, hope to see you on monday. If not wrong, opening hours should be 1pm-2pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post. I posted. Yays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3331920467681201128?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3331920467681201128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3331920467681201128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3331920467681201128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3331920467681201128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1628801201969525255</id><published>2009-06-25T13:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:45:13.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... 1 month is gone so soon. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework not done yet.. The microsoft worksheet duno throw where, cannot find... Other Maths homework, part A still do halfway only. -.-" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know about my holidays, not bad... One of the best in the 13 years... Cause only 2 homework, the internet, outings. Internet takes up more than my sleeping time. -.-" Wonder how i gonna cope in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you want my comments on the outings, not sure if i gonna give... Cause later i put "Aunties" den will have people finding out who they are... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, i did go to malaysia. Muahahaha. Only 1 person knows that. -.-" 2 Day 1 Night. But the hours spent there made it seem like 1 day only. There wasn't the noodle i love!!! Dang, trip wasted. Then i got the shock of my life. I thought i saw someone familiar, luckily not. Phew. Cause i was wearing a plain shirt with quite messy hair. :D No one will get the chance to see that!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be relinking everyone soon. In case i didn't, remind me. And i posted. Wait til.. Start of school before the next post comes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1628801201969525255?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1628801201969525255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1628801201969525255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1628801201969525255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1628801201969525255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5754515451888092034</id><published>2009-05-21T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:24:49.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 hours of CCM today again... 1E5 is REALLY unique. It is unique in the way that, it has alot of different groups... And when teacher not around, group quarrels with each other. When got teacher around, it seems as it there is -World Peace-. I'm not pointing names, not saying out names of group too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Maths today, and despite no learning, it isn't the funnest. Unbelievably, i found Geo to be fun. Haha, slap me awake from the Geo wonderland. And then there was Lit. Played the non-stop clapping game. Clap finish, muz clap to welcome. Then less than 1 min, cycle continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat Long John with Amirul and Fakhrul at YewTeePoint... Once again, i have to pay. Sigh, my life is so miserable. Then, because pay for them, almost cannot go home. No more notes to top-up my EZ-Link. Then muz buy concession. $2.40!!! Pay $1.40 to go 3 stops?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started to rot at home. Parents not back from Malaysia, Brother not back from school. So boring!!! Then started to cook dinner for myself -call me selfish-, then brother went to buy his own. Hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWater tmr, muz let my brother sign consent form. Sian. Then tmr got camp le... Bah-bye air-con. Hello, PT every morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, 1E5, go class blog for class outing details by me. 6.3, go class blog for class outing details by me ALSO! -Why am i always the Outing-planner.- I've gt a pathetic job. And well, outing means money. But, does no money mean no outing? Unfortunately, the answer is a straight "No!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5754515451888092034?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5754515451888092034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5754515451888092034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5754515451888092034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5754515451888092034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/05/3-hours-of-ccm-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-9182288929182379362</id><published>2009-05-20T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:40:57.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of the 21 people must do this quiz , unless he/she doesnt have a blog . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked by : Josica,Evelyn,Hidayah,Jacelyn,Darren  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write the names of 21 people you can think off the top of your head ,&lt;br /&gt;Then answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YuXiang&lt;br /&gt;2. Amirul&lt;br /&gt;3. Josica&lt;br /&gt;4. Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;5. Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;6. Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;7. Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;8. Yunjie&lt;br /&gt;9. Reyna&lt;br /&gt;10. Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;11. ChengTing&lt;br /&gt;12. Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;13. Rachel Eng&lt;br /&gt;14. Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;15. YongZhan&lt;br /&gt;16. Fakhrul&lt;br /&gt;17. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;18. Mavis&lt;br /&gt;19. Benedict Liew - blogless + next 2 i tink.&lt;br /&gt;20. Joshua Woon&lt;br /&gt;21. Adrian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 7 ? -Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;Zhenghua Secondary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you and 15 never met? -YongZhan&lt;br /&gt;1 less friend to play with? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 1 and 20 date? -YuXiang &amp; Joshua&lt;br /&gt;Already dating during volleyball sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 17 cry? -Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 and 16 be a good couple? -Fakhrul &amp; Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive? -ChengTing&lt;br /&gt;No! Wonder if she's still short. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 2's favourite colour? -Amirul&lt;br /&gt;Not sure. Pink? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 9? -Reyna&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago. In the chatbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 8 speak? -Yunjie&lt;br /&gt;English,Chinese and Yunjie-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 13 going out with? -Rachel Eng&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 12 in? -Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;7th Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would you ever date with 17? -Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Never, even if she's the last woman on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 live? -Mavis&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon says around Keat Hong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about 3? -Josica&lt;br /&gt;She does her homework? I dont know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you want to tell 10 now? -Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;I'd link you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best thing about 20? -Joshua&lt;br /&gt;He is good in asking time-wasting questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed 5? -Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;N-O-P-E spells? Find out wad it spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best memory you have with 21? -Adrian&lt;br /&gt;We passed worksheets down the row!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you're going to see 6? -Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;Last time...? Er, end of schooldays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is 14 and 12 different? -Jonathon &amp; Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;Boy, Girl. Wear specs, dont wear. ZSS, CWSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 pretty? -Benedict Liew&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first impression of 11? -ChengTing&lt;br /&gt;"Wow she's short" Nah im joking, dun smack me thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 20? -Joshua Woon&lt;br /&gt;In the red land aka ZSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 1 your best friend? -YuXiang&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate 12? -Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;Nope. *This question has alot of 12 in it!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 18 on the last month? -Mavis&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she was seen last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you said 16? -Fakhrul&lt;br /&gt;"16, how much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to 5's house? -Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you gonnna see 10? -Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to 13? -Rachel Eng&lt;br /&gt;Not quite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to a movie with 4 before? -Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten into trouble with 8? -Yunjie&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. She's a troublemaker so i tink so. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give 19 a hug? -Benedict Liew&lt;br /&gt;Why not? We're friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you lied to 3? -Josica&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 16 good with socializing? -Fakhrul&lt;br /&gt;Yes. He's a socializer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know secrets about 9? -Reyna&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the relationship between 12 and 14. Xinyi &amp; Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;Why isit 12 and 14 again! They duno each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friendship with 9? -Reyna&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... We both don't like chinese. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing about 6? -Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't hang up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 12? -Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;12 again! Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 14 has a girlfriend or boyfriend? -Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;Used to, break alrdy. *Mdm Aiman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1's face? -YuXiang&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't dare to. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 21 met your mother? -Adrian&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 15? -YongZhan&lt;br /&gt;The RedLand aka ZSS. By our results? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever physically hurt 3? -Josica&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live close to 7? -Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;If you consider Chua Chu Kang, Keat Hong, near to Bukit Batok, fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 8's favourite food? -Yunjie&lt;br /&gt;Hersheys, Mango, Grapes. - taken from www.thelast-miracle.blogspot.com - i'm advertising. Say ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of car does 1 has? -YuXiang&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you travelled anywhere with 9 before? -Reyna&lt;br /&gt;If there was outing, i tink so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give 14 $100 , what will he/she spend it on? -Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;So predictable. Food, entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally done. Shh. Hibernating again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-9182288929182379362?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/9182288929182379362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=9182288929182379362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/9182288929182379362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/9182288929182379362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-of-21-people-must-do-this-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3491946264495982364</id><published>2009-04-07T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:22:16.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Told to blog but have nothing to blog. Just talk about the history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last saturday went back malaysia, still got alot ppl msg and call me. Very expensive leh, but it's useful! Then eat, play, watch tv, sleep. Sunday wake up very early go cemetry. Went to my great-great grandparents, great grandparents and grandparents. Then got ice-cream there, at first when i hear the bell i thought got priest there. Turned out to be the ice-cream man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back on sunday night den went to eat dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday go sch, got assembly, councillor's investiture, sch song and bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, history test, got 80%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then P.E, tried my shuttle run but then my leg run till very pain so never run... -------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then recess.. Adrian gave the cheese thingy... &lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography teacher half an hour late, woots! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, teacher tired, Adrian gave sugarish-milk thing and ms tan got energized. -&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got math, Mrs Lee went for course, relief teacher came. Btw, i really dun look like him. Then do maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasted 2 LRT just to wait for aunties. Admit you are aunties by tagging in my tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long-Johnned and saw YJ... Then saw her again. Multiply leh. 2 become 4. MUA HAHAHA. Then learnt how to use knife and fork, den go library and homeworked den go home den nap den wake up den bath den eat dinner den use com den blog den off com le. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending post here. Btw, i won't blog unless prompted (&lt;- dun understand, go find out meaning) to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3491946264495982364?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3491946264495982364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3491946264495982364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3491946264495982364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3491946264495982364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/04/told-to-blog-but-have-nothing-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3585898133169150337</id><published>2009-04-01T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:18:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;-*cough* &lt;br /&gt;2. How do you feel when you woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;-Fish, there's maths today.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who was the last person who you took photo with&lt;br /&gt;-i only got took photo of. nvr took any photo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you consider to be spoiled&lt;br /&gt;-A little?&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;-If i have enough.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you have a good friend of an opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;-Must i answer in a "sister" point of view?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you want someone dead?&lt;br /&gt;-One in a million&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your last text msg say ?&lt;br /&gt;-"Lame"&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking of right now ?&lt;br /&gt;-The lyrics of "Love Story"&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you go to sleep last night ?&lt;br /&gt;Er, before 10.47pm.&lt;br /&gt;12. Where did you bought your t-shirt you are wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm top naked.&lt;br /&gt;13. Is someone in your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor Swift? Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is the last person who texted you ?&lt;br /&gt;-Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;15. People tagged to do this quiz ?&lt;br /&gt;*If you did it before, forget it&lt;br /&gt;-Yu Xiang&lt;br /&gt;-Josica&lt;br /&gt;-Jacelyn&lt;br /&gt;-Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;-Hidayah&lt;br /&gt;-Jonathon&lt;br /&gt;-Amirul&lt;br /&gt;*HKPS TIME*&lt;br /&gt;-YunJie&lt;br /&gt;-Patricia&lt;br /&gt;-Reyna&lt;br /&gt;16.Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;-*CHOKES*&lt;br /&gt;17.Is 3 a female/male?&lt;br /&gt;-Female&lt;br /&gt;18.If 7&amp;10 gets togther will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;-They do not know each other.&lt;br /&gt;19.What is number 1 study about?&lt;br /&gt;-Everything that i'm studying&lt;br /&gt;20.Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;-Think so.&lt;br /&gt;21.Say something about number 5.&lt;br /&gt;-She's spamming me.&lt;br /&gt;22.What do you think of number 3&amp;6 together?&lt;br /&gt;-JACELYN AND JONATHON? *falls off chair*&lt;br /&gt;23.Describe number 9&lt;br /&gt;-Clever lehh.&lt;br /&gt;24.What will you do if number 6 &amp; 7 fight?&lt;br /&gt;-Gay Fight!&lt;br /&gt;25.Do you like number 8?&lt;br /&gt;-HKPS Sister!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3585898133169150337?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3585898133169150337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3585898133169150337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3585898133169150337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3585898133169150337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2803652383078676593</id><published>2009-03-28T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:24:11.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha, been lazy to blog recently. Very lazy. School's fun but not VERY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had NCC yesterday. So far it's the best there ever was. No PT. Yay. And played soccer yesterday with staff, sergeants and sirs. Dang, defending them wasn't such a great idea. But luckily, sustained no injuries. Yay~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went out to do homework, some aunties didnt know where to eat and when eating, ate too slow. *I'm not saying names, so if you scream in my taggy, u are admitting that you are the auntie*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for all HKPS students, there will be a fun day on 4th april, next saturday at Christchurch secondary. We'll meet at Jurong MRT station at 2.30pm. Not sure when we are leaving. But we'll be reaching there around 3pm and going home at around 6pm. Please tell me who is going as attendance will be VERY IMPORTANT. And if you are going, extra clothing is COMPULSORY as there is a 95% chance of you getting wet. Bring your phone, mp3/mp4, psp and blah blah at your own risk. Cause if it is stolen, it'll be time-wasting and going home will be delayed. I appreciate you all telling me if you are going as this trip is organised/organized by Mr Zhang. Find me or Mr Zhang if you have queries. *quries leh, so chim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw i've relinked everyone and added some new links, if you are not linked, tell me and i'd put it there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2803652383078676593?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2803652383078676593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2803652383078676593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2803652383078676593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2803652383078676593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahahahaha-been-lazy-to-blog-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-492939949938140340</id><published>2009-02-24T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:23:18.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm blogging bout my birthday thing again. HKPS students, go 6.3 blog thnx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1e5, we probably is going to east coast park. I would desperately need the approval of you all and whether you are going. I found east coast to be a nice place to be.... Although it took me VERY long to know how to get there. In case that we won't be changing location, it would be east coast. Let me know if you are going again. Just tag and say that you're going. Thanks a million!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-492939949938140340?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/492939949938140340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=492939949938140340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/492939949938140340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/492939949938140340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-blogging-bout-my-birthday-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6510437973232305515</id><published>2009-02-18T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T22:48:36.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm posting just for my dearest 1e5. Please tag to say that you would be coming for my BDAY celebration. If too less people are going, i might just cancel the whole thing. Thnx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6510437973232305515?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6510437973232305515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6510437973232305515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6510437973232305515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6510437973232305515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-posting-just-for-my-dearest-1e5.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2100426632617616900</id><published>2009-02-15T14:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:23:56.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well maybe im being too nervous that it might fail. Well, i'm planning a outing for ME! and of course for my friends too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my school's sports day on March 13, we cant celebrate it on the correct date. So maybe for my HKPS 08 frens, It might be on 14 March, Saturday. And probably we'll be going to Escape Theme Park to have fun. Could be spending the morning and afternoon there and then go to White Sands Shopping Mall to have dinner and then go home. Will be double checking the date and time pretty soon. I might post more information at our class blog so be sure to visit it. Btw, your attendance would be much appreciated as it would be treated as a HKPS P6 reunion. We'll  be taking class photographs and everyone present would be involved in at least one picture. Thanks all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the 1e5s, i've not decided yet. So it might be during the march holidays. Well darn it as the march holidays isnt my week. So we might celebrate on monday or tuesday. It might be quite late. But who cares. At least i'd celebrate it.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending this notice to the public who knows me. And well teachers if you are reading this, depending if you are my HKPS teacher or 1e5 teacher, you can go too! The more the merrier right? Hahas. So... I'm already in the party mood although it's less than a month away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Tell me if you are going. Someone made me worried. Blek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2100426632617616900?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2100426632617616900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2100426632617616900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2100426632617616900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2100426632617616900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-maybe-im-being-too-nervous-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7995752004448780608</id><published>2009-02-14T18:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:42:38.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea im blogging. And i promised a long one in my old post. And im bringing it to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Firstly it's valentine day and im gonna talk about my CNY lol. Well CNY was as usual and visited malaysia. Took lots of photographs and food... It's adequate. And the ang baos.. Well, it's lesser than last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And school... I have to say it's really fun. Especially those gaying momments in my class. Well Amanda, if u wanna puke now, go ahead :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course our class decided to make a class tee. I trust that it's gonna be nice cuz im thinking of wearing it for a big reason. A Big one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course im disliking maths and i became part of a "i hate maths group" in facebook. Btw i have facebook. Add me pls thnx. Well for maths, i got 5/40 for my common test. Darn it. I have to work double hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese.. Well, i've always been weak in it although i scored a "A" for psle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is what im born for! lol. Yea im lovin english especially my teacher who lives almost the same place as i do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History is quite fun. Got 2 teachers and had a class test recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science also had a common test. Hopefully i passed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Econs practical is my favourite. Maybe it's because i had basic cooking lessons at home. But what we cooked had no difficulty at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit is words and words and highlighters. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IDP we had money managing lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography is about the earth. Quite fun actually. And remember, save the earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE is just normal pe lessons. Preparing for sports day. And sports day is on my birthday. Darn it. And im not taking part in any of the activities la. How could i expect me to run crazily on my birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peer tutor is basically like remedial. Cant say it's beneficial cuz only had it once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my CCA is NCC Air and we got our uniforms already. Unfortunately all of them are big sized maybe because they are for adults? The uniforms and shoe together are all quite big la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is valentine day and all of u shud be having fun. But for those who aren't, we are all on the same boat which might just sink. Anyway.. have fun. Im lazy to post a duper long one cause im thinking of alot of things right now. So cya all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7995752004448780608?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7995752004448780608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7995752004448780608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7995752004448780608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7995752004448780608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/02/yea-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7946732312214557966</id><published>2009-02-04T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T18:53:34.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been owing posts since CNY. And there's a crazy lady exploding in my tagboard. Dont explode here pls. I scared of bloody images. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayb i'll start posting bout my cny.. and life from then till now. But i wanna do hmk first. So ladies and gentlemen. Wait till my next post. You will read till you complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7946732312214557966?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7946732312214557966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7946732312214557966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7946732312214557966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7946732312214557966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-owing-posts-since-cny.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4335828979166055438</id><published>2009-01-19T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:51:25.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from the camp. I was burnt to chao ta alrdy. I look a little like my display pic. Teehees. Except that my specs level and above, it's white. I look like a freak. :(. I changed a skin. If you managed to navigate till here, i congratulate you. I've relinked pat and added my 2009 links. It's organised orderly. I'm not sure if the song is working cuz i dun hear anything but i'm sure i included it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day reached camp. Met our facilitators. They looked friendly for some. Others looks grumpy. Den we introduced ourselfs while they introduced themselves. Then... $#%$%^#$%. Skipped. The food really isnt good. Teehees. Then go back bunk den $#@@#$ again. At nite. The big story happened. Sigh... I slept with this guy called Tze Wei who is from my class. He turned into a gay. I almost got raped la. He was touching here and there. Hugging here and there. Then halfway then, got another guy beside him, also become gay. 2 of them hug here hug there. Tsk. Luckily i could get some sleep. Teehee. And i sleep halfway... He went to touch inside my clothes. *******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip to the next morning. :). Rushed to toilet and brush teeth and such and did cheers below bunk. Went to do rafting first. Learnt the knot stuff. I duno how to do la! Then the whole class went to build a raft. The guy there den taught us our famous cheer. " Early morning,late at night. E5 charging up to fight. All united act as 1, we will win de war this time. We will win the war, you will bang the wall, you will sweep the floor x3. Ohhhhhhhh, E5~!" The raft we build was no good la. The strings were not tight enuf. So when me and other boys board it, it was left with 2 barrels. At the end, left 1 barrel. So our facs hav to sit on the metal thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for the high elements. Did the balancing thing. Went to the rope 1. I wan the wood 1! Sobs. Then did the flying fox. Damn cool la. Then we slacked around  till it was time for dinner. Fast forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nite.. i swap places with another guy. He's lucky he didnt get attacked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day. Hiking time. We arrived by bus to Changi Chapel &amp; Museum. We walked around in there and then went to visit the prison cells. Then before we went in, my teacher gave a guy a sweet and when he bit it, his tooth dropped off. Tsk. Then we hiked and hiked. Went to the coffee shop at changi village and teacher bought us all coke or 100 plus. Damn good. Thank you teachers! Then we went to changi beach to decide on what to do for camp fire and we learnt the banana dance. Peel banana, peel peel banana~ Then we actually wanted to do dance. But luckily, we didnt. What we doing is a secret and we are not sharing! Then we took bus back to camp. Fast forward. Then at nite. The last nite. My class boys went gay lol. Tooooot. Cencored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did cleaning and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun like the camp shirt la. Orange color. Want to make it match my face color meh..? Btw my face is now black from the nose downwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg alrdy. posting more tmr. byes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4335828979166055438?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4335828979166055438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4335828979166055438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4335828979166055438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4335828979166055438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3293541424848935022</id><published>2009-01-15T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:39:00.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sch this days are fun. Noticed that my classmates are friendly. I feel like posting but i have no idea what to say. My class made a blog.. And i'm not sharing till the camp is over. But.. I still prefer 6.3 man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with new class mate YuXiang go shopping today. We met at Panjang plaza... In search of red cloths. Damn tiring. We walked from Panjang plaza all the way to sch.. Then we walked to the next station after jelapang. Think it was segar. Then we took LRT to bangkit. Then we walked around.. Found the stuffs we nid.. Then the worst thing happened. We walked. We walk 1 big round. From bangkit we walked.. Bangkit - Fajar - Segar - Jelapang - Senja - Bukit Panjang. Tsk.. Try walking. See if your legs will break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb it's juz tat tmr's the camp and i dun wanna double post. :) So.. Cya all and rmb to miss me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3293541424848935022?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3293541424848935022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3293541424848935022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3293541424848935022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3293541424848935022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/sch-this-days-are-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6615429339716266766</id><published>2009-01-08T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:45:51.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, the skin is finally completed. With the new style of links and updates of links and finally found a suitable skin. Unlike the skin i'm using, i find school not bad at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And unlike another blogger who said that the seniors are not good, the counsellors taking 1E5 are all friendly. :). And other than the counsellors, we have teachers that are not very fierce, especially the chinese teacher called MR Luan. Second key of luan. His full name is Luan Jia Xiang. Dont mistake it for messy hometown. Forget bout his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've almost known all the boys in class, and they are all friendly. Dont ask if there are any shuai ges ah, people. Anyway, the seats have been changed. It's like. 1st row in front. 2 Boys, 2 Girls, 2 Boys, 2 Girls. I'm surrounded again. Sigh.. And well, the teachers are all not bad at all. I have a half japanese as a english and history teacher. How cool is tat. And i have a China/Hong Kong chinese teacher. So international. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other than the teachers again, the boys all have fun during recess. There's a little boy who is said to be jealous of my another classmate cuz the counsellor my classmate? LOL. Both of them are in my class. That little boy brings a pen knife with him to recess instead of his handphone. How weird is that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's someone who always whack my head during recess. Rawr. Well i chose ODAC and NCC/NPCC as my 1st and 2nd choices. Hope i managed to get into the 1st one. Anyway, enjoy your day and cya next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This section is edited. Juz for all your informations, Soh HanYu, This year P6 of hkps, said that his teacher is Ms Maslina and Mdm Kuan. Wonder if Mrs Wong is teacher P6...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6615429339716266766?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6615429339716266766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6615429339716266766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6615429339716266766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6615429339716266766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-skin-is-finally-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8654763782439542051</id><published>2009-01-05T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:35:19.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bold the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;3. Leave the Fibs alone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Then, stab 5 of your friends to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love my guyfriends/girlfriends/crazyfriends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dont use computers these days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my ex-boyfriend .&lt;br /&gt;I own a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love ghost stories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I swear 2008 is a bittersweet year for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/b&gt; it always is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Single is better then having a relationship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I killed myself just because I failed maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Becoming smarter.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've broken someones leg.&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;I need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D .&lt;br /&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop. &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe in God.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would die for my best friends/friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friends’ ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am happy at this moment!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I study for tests most of the time sometimes.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausage.&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8654763782439542051?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8654763782439542051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8654763782439542051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8654763782439542051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8654763782439542051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7715548914875033546</id><published>2009-01-02T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:46:34.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think it's you, fine with me. I'll just say that you went beyond the line. Why do you always forget about me wanting to stay single until 18. Trust me. It'll stay that way. And if you really hate me, i'm disappointed. I treated you as a good friend. You can ask everyone who knows me. I reply a good friend's msg. I believe in "Forgive,Forget". I still treat Nazir as my good friend even after what he did. I'm just very disappointed. I do not know why you even treat me like that. What do you think i am? A guy who snatches your love? I'm sorry to disappoint you. I answer all your messages, answer your calls whenever i can answer them. Regarding those things you wrote, you really disappointed me. Seriously, why do you treat me worst than a cleaner. I mean, i'm starting to accept you, but you really made me disappointed. If you really want to be like this, i'm sorry. I'd rather not be your friend anymore. I mean it. I know i trust people very easily. I'm born like that. Maybe that's an ability for me to make friends? I'm trustworthy. It's not for people do deceive me. But if you really do not believe me, just leave me alone. And by the way, she treats her friends better than me. And does it mean that if President talks to a female, that female is her mistress? No. A friend maybe, a relative? I really can't understand you. If you really hate me, blame me for trusting a wrong guy. And fyi, we didnt go alone. You can ask reyna, cass, theo. Ask them. Just ask before you malign people. That's what i wish from you. Find things out first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*That example was random.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7715548914875033546?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7715548914875033546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7715548914875033546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7715548914875033546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7715548914875033546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-you-think-its-you-fine-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7845796995242996314</id><published>2009-01-02T18:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:47:46.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6. Cant sleep well. woke up at 5.34am. Den slack in bed till 6. then go toilet, brush teeth, bath and off i went. Went to bus stop and saw shao yang and khairi. Then entered 187 and saw farhanah. Then saw natasha when she entered the bus at swiss's bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was at lrt station. Sky got bright alrdy. Then it was packed. Then finally took a train. Then when juz reach, saw yj come down. how can so fast?! unless same train which isnt possible? Mayb got shortcut. Juz mayb. I got lots to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into sch and realize i couldn't off my phone. RAWR! something wrong. So it was silent the whole time. Then go back class. Got co-form come in. She's called Ms Natalie Tan. Seems friendly. And she told us to say "Hi" and introduce ourselves to the person beside us. So my partner wasnt talking. So i said a "Hi" and he said "Hi" back. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Ms Natalie Tan gave us a empty sheet of A4 Size paper. And i wrote my name, pri sch, hobby. Basically this main 3. But i wrote my blog site and phone number too. So, if my class Zhenghua pupil happens to visit. Please tag and let's hope we can b frens. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went to the school hall and Mr Hanif, a P.E teacher first gave a introducing of him and the student councils. The student councils seem to be a very fun thing to do. Cuz they are having fun. Then we had icebreakers games. Then a girl from our class was the last one standing. (we weren't dead) She went up to the stage. She said that our class had good team spirit. And when we were sopposed to scream like siao ding dongs, no one did anything. *.* Then play the bomb thingy. Then we were dismissed for recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went walk walk with karin. Then we saw yj with her gang. Hs and Xy, if u see tis post, muz rmb tell yj rmb u lol. Later she forget le! :P Then we go walk walk. Then went up to the hall again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The principal talked, 2 vice principal talked and the DM talked. The DM doesn't seem to be as scary as xy said. He's almost like Mr Pua? Except he has weapons. Never try them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then go gogo. Was sian. Duno go for wad. *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending my post here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7845796995242996314?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7845796995242996314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7845796995242996314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7845796995242996314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7845796995242996314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3339820396677209486</id><published>2008-12-31T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:35:03.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of 2008 alrdy. So cherish it well. I know i'm not. I'm alone at home. With juz the com, music, and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically have nothing to post about. It's juz that it's the last post for 2008 alrdy. So muz post. Might juz die in 1st day of 2009 so cant post le. :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my frens in HKPS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayous in sec sch. Might not meet alrdy. So, JIAYOUS! And as for myself. I muz jiayou seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to jiayou in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muz wake up early le. Sch nt infront of my block oni le. &lt;br /&gt;Grow more independent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically 2 mains 1 la. Lots of sides one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you. Not i dun wan. They say will b very late le. So. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your new year. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3339820396677209486?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3339820396677209486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3339820396677209486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3339820396677209486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3339820396677209486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-day-of-2008-alrdy.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6725720610026151333</id><published>2008-12-29T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:45:04.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And i'll start to blog as sch is coming. Cant find a new year skin, hence changing to this not so nice skin. Just like the song oni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with my msia trip since ppl wants me to post bout it. No pics. Phone no bat to on camera. Listen too much songs le. Paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Departed Singapore at nite. Some might have received that msg. While i was sending that msg, i was eating roti prata. And then went into the bus which was at little india. Never go Little India at nite and walk pass Mustafa. NEVER. Unless u wanna b human pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bused for at least 8 hrs? Arrived at the city of Kampar, Ipoh. Kampar is like... 30+km away from Ipoh. So car ride.. 30mins if travelling at bout 70km/h? So much maths. Anyway. We reached Kampar at.. 5.02am? Then there was taxis there at nite especially. Cuz usually in the afternoon can call ppl come fetch us. Not treating them badly. It's *certacy* i duno how spell that. Juz read the word then u might understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi ride took 13.18secs to reach my grandma's hse. And she was awake alrdy. Awake at 5.15+am? Rawr. Then. Went to wash feet and change? But i lazy to change. So. I walked around. Thought of not sleeping. But since got air-con. I CANT RESIST. Lols. Then. Slept slept slept till morning. Then open eye, look left saw my bro beside me. Looked left and almost screamed. 2 of my cousin at there playing GTA ; San Andreas. rawr. Dont they know not to enter a room when PEOPLES are sleeping? Rawr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then. Didnt go anywhere for that whole day except see them use com. Of course i also got play la. Got com leh, dun play will die. Anyway, it's juz helping them cuz me and my bro completed the game. *im showing off :P* Then ate lunch/dinner there. Then bath/pee/play com/watch tv/sleep for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2, woke up early to go Kampar to eat MY FAVOURITE FOOD. :p. My auntie came to find us first. Then split into 2 buses. Auntie's car, auntie, uncle, bro, mum. Uncle's car, dad driving it, dad, me, 2 cousins, grandma. Then.. omg man. Scorching sun, nid find car slot. then we ate and ate, i ate 2x of my food. *im hungry.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to the car. what the %$^$&amp;. Ice water become hot water. My cousin's mp3 went freakingly hot. Anyway. We went to a giant shopping mall called "Tesco" which is newly opened. Malaysians might know of this place. ESPECIALLY CJ since he's malaysian. :P. Then. We went shopping in the market. My favourite place. I duno why. I like going to markets. :P. *im auntie style* Then.. Went to buy my sch shoe there. Of course not in the market. In a VERY famous place in the world of sg and msia. "Bata". *vomits* Nid change shoe real soon as that brand.. Spoils easily. *mayb bcuz i duno how wear shoe properly* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to my auntie's hse. It's another auntie. Not the one who went to find us before. Then ate watermelon/papaya for desert. For lunch, i shall not describe. It's a great meal alrite? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went to book myself a sofa. Then my cousin ; almost like cj but smaller cuz he's P4 next year, went to sit on my legs. WILL BREAK 1 LEH. then i push him off. Then i went toilet and he's there. Lying there comfortably. Then i went to sit on his back. That's what he deserve. Then me and another cousin tortured him. WE tickled him like mad. *fast forward* Then. Still on my cousin getting bullied. He went to lie on the bigger sofa my bro was lonely sitting on with my elder cousin. Then.. now use ur imagination. My cousin lay straight there. My bro lay straight on top of him, i lay on top of my bro, my elder cousin lay on top of me. Fortunately, the sofa didnt break. But my cousin screamed and when we all got off, he fell of the sofa. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. Mum asked if we wan go visit my grandma's mum. 90+yrs old. Me and bro dun wan go. So oni my dad and mum went. Then same as few paragraphs ago. eat/pee/bath/sleep/play com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day3, went to the middle place. got lots of food in the wad i call village. Then ate breakfast there and went home. Afternoon went to the waterfall which is bout 20km away. Then oni me,bro,mum,dad,uncle *rightful owner of the car*, and another cousin went. My cousin sat beside me. Then he started to doze off. His head touched my shoulder and he zoom back to the other side. Then he touched again, and zoomed back. Continued for alot of times. Then finally reached. Saw chickens and a chick w/o parent. My cousin said wanna throw it into the waterfall. So cruel. But we left it alone. Then we climbed and climbed. Got stairs now. Last time dun hav. Last time go b4. I almost fall to my death. Seriously. My leg stepped onto a slippery rock and i went *splat* on the rock. Luckily my uncle catched me. Or else i would have died. :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fast forward the water fall part. Then went home. At nite went to a restaurant to eat. And as usual, my fat cousin poured his glass of water as if he was drinking like a dog, using his tongue. Luckily i nvr sit bside him. :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eat finish went to Kampar for the pasar malam there every sat nite. Then i went to eat again. *i really eat alot, rite?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fast forward after the pasar malam. Then we went home. Btw, the new malaysia customs. No traffic jam actually. But for those using bus to travel. Nid to walk quite a long distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home and bla bla bla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia trip. Part 2. Went to Malaysia, Johor, Cha-ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then reached the Larkin station. Took taxi find my aunt first, my dad gave her medicine. Then after that went to my grandpa's hse. The guy charged us RM200. Quite cheap leh. Then reached alrdy, went to eat noodles. I eat 2x again. LOL. I muz definately lose some weight. At nite go to restaurant eat. Then go home sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 waste time at home. Then went home to sg. FINALLY. Can stay at home alrdy. Slept alot in bus. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time then post more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6725720610026151333?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6725720610026151333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6725720610026151333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6725720610026151333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6725720610026151333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-ill-start-to-blog-as-sch-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3515374220791796514</id><published>2008-12-19T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:09:36.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Zhenghua today. Leg totally cramped out in the hall. 1 and half hour sit there. See u die anot. Went to my class. The teacher's name is like so mystical la.&lt;br /&gt;Miss "Elf"ie. And i have no frens. At least i tried! I lent the guy beside me a pen! &lt;br /&gt;And his name is called Issac or Isacc. Have no idea how to spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was bla bla bla in the hall. Phone vibrated thrice. Didn't answer. After all i was in the SCHOOL HALL FOR THE FIRST TIME!! Lol. Kinda dun like the structure. i getting Architecturey. And basically it's juz plain playing for the 1st month.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have camps and like tryouts for cca? And for the camp there was a rule about nt bringing snacks. if u got discovered, disciplinary actions would be taken. What a strict sch i went to. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad got cheated by the auntie at the bookshop. The auntie there said that the LongMan dictionary was the latest edition. But when i got home, my bro said that it's same. unless there are undiscovered words? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we wear in class, a girl came in and told us to support our sch performing at Indoor Stadium i tink. Tickets cost $10. Thank me for this, Zhenghua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is wad i see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bus off to msia will be departing at 9pm. Cya alls on monday when i come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3515374220791796514?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3515374220791796514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3515374220791796514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3515374220791796514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3515374220791796514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/12/went-to-zhenghua-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1037445801434903835</id><published>2008-12-17T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:56:41.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho, Merry Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas. The reason for me being dead is the problem of most bloggers. I'm busy MAPLING. Lolx. For saying that im gonna get a crazy woman at my tagboard screaming. Hehes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas season is here. I duno why. I feel like going to Orchard at nite to see the lights. Most malls have christmas decorations alrdy. Sigh. I wish it snows in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be going to 2 parts of msia. But luckily i'm gonna be seeing my cousins for only 2 days. Woots! And of course i'll be eating alot. Hehe. I realise i've been eating and not exercising. I'm struggling to do sit-ups before i sleep yesterday. Make way for the fat boy! Juz joking. Of course i'm gonna exercise; AT HOME!! Btw, i usually sleep till 11am. Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i've not been visiting blogs. Woots! So after this post, i'll be visiting blogs. Woots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, there are ALOT of "Woots!" in this post. Bcuz of Christmas mayb? Hahas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my post. Not knowing when i'll be posting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1037445801434903835?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1037445801434903835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1037445801434903835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1037445801434903835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1037445801434903835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/12/hohoho-merry-christmas-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2541757147367102591</id><published>2008-12-02T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:25:41.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.. im back posting. And i'm proud to say that the pimple on my forehead is gone!! :P. BUT, it isnt a pleasure to get another on my cheek. :P. To lengthen this part of my post, im gonna say that im using my bro's pimple cream. MUA HAHAHAHA. He says that it will cause the pimple to grow bigger, redder, disgustinger. But as for me, it grew smaller, whiter, nicer. As you can see, redder and disgustinger are not words! They are what humans call, CRAP. If you do not think that it's crap, im proud to say this sentence. "You ain't a human." And of course, once the pimple SHRUNK, it of course doesnt cause my skin to become whiter. :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA... What a long paragraph on top. And!! Im proud to say that im bored enough to go and play neopet. :P. Fun game though. You click and click only la. (im a lazy guy) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a inspiration from a nonsensical blogger. A sentence. &lt;br /&gt;"AS MANY CRAP AS POSSIBLE! :D &lt;br /&gt;&amp; CRAPS MAKES PEOPLE LAUGH WOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to wonder who that blogger is. Cause im advertising it now. Advertise mine too. :P. http://www.desperate-ly.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im off to play basketball with my tuition frens in the afternoon... So i hope i wont get another pimple due to sweat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not doing the copyright thing today. lazy to copy and paste the same sentence. End of my post!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow* *wave* *curtain close* *i walk off..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2541757147367102591?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2541757147367102591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2541757147367102591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2541757147367102591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2541757147367102591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/12/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7094130837933780001</id><published>2008-11-30T14:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T14:39:28.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My 70th post!! Great accomplishment rite? YJ, dun go my tagboard and show off your %#$^@$ amount of posts kay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is like eww alrdy la. I've been sleeping till 10+++ recently. And i guess alot of people are overseas alrdy.. BECAUSE NO ONE IS BLOGGING!!! Rmb take pics yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to the freakingly fake wenhan, use your own name can? Thnx thnx. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, everything is like only 1 sentence before i move on to the next paragraph. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Enough of rubbish. To everyone reading this post. If you want me to join in outings or whatever, i dont think i wanna go out due to a pimple in my forehead. :P. I know people are jealous of my pimple!!! :P. Dont worry, it'll be gone before you can say "i-d-o-n-t-h-a-v-e-a-p-i-m-p-l-e-a-n-d-i-a-m-j-e-a-l-o-u-s-o-f-g-a-r-w-e-i" that's juz trash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my bro is in sentosa... He brought the psp with him and i am awfully bored at home. Serve him right. It juz rained juz now. HA-HA-HA to you, bro! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth to post alrdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All contents in this blog are property of GarWei. Ask before you take! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7094130837933780001?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7094130837933780001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7094130837933780001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7094130837933780001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7094130837933780001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-70th-post-great-accomplishment-rite.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5701221925836132181</id><published>2008-11-27T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T18:23:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im posting cuz i cant find any more blog to read. And i tink reyna found a com in phil? cuz she tagged at her own blog. So selfish rite? Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as usual i'm either at home psping or on com to listen to songs? I'm getting sick of the holidays. And fortunately, i'll be visiting Kuala Lumpur at the end of December? That's like so long. And i'll have to see my sickening cousin. She's female btw. I duno why i cant communicate well with them. Mayb it's becuz when i reach their hse they giv me the evil look and soon i learnt to ignore them? Sigh.. Life sure is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And F.Y.I, i cant even communicate well with my male cousins at first when i reach their hse. :P. And i sometimes hate my younger cousins. Those that keep on pulling my hand and wants me to go somewhere. Cant i juz go around and take pics of the place? But i have no interest in taking pictures of them. :P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i am sharing you things with my cousins. :P. Since i told you alrdy, no harm. You cant complain to them!! They are like !#@$#$ hours away via bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been playing car games via my bro's psp? My thumb is getting sore juz by pressing the "X" button. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im like sick of home alrdy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of my post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya! sometime?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5701221925836132181?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5701221925836132181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5701221925836132181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5701221925836132181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5701221925836132181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-posting-cuz-i-cant-find-any-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8091323590232593964</id><published>2008-11-22T18:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:49:00.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The picture's below are not arranged accordingly. Do excuse me. The picture at the left are odd numbers. The opposite is the even numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfdMIVBeMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SK4tZGxihKU/s1600-h/Image063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfdMIVBeMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SK4tZGxihKU/s200/Image063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271425089324284098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfcxOx8UJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GwaPyrQeJJI/s1600-h/Image061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfcxOx8UJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GwaPyrQeJJI/s200/Image061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271424627199725714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfeOd1id7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BJUo3Oo0Qgs/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfeOd1id7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BJUo3Oo0Qgs/s200/Image062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271426228969174962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbo1dAucI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mmrSE5GoYx4/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbo1dAucI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mmrSE5GoYx4/s200/Image029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271423383450466754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboqLFPnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BoEIEacXi9Y/s1600-h/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboqLFPnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/BoEIEacXi9Y/s200/Image028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271423380422475378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbos-eugI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BqS9QL4rmLU/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbos-eugI/AAAAAAAAAGw/BqS9QL4rmLU/s200/Image027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271423381174925826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboOt-mDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BUMFAu0WGZc/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboOt-mDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BUMFAu0WGZc/s200/Image026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271423373052647474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboLXMbuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oXahXxtdqw4/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfboLXMbuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/oXahXxtdqw4/s200/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271423372151779042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCZZIVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YuDRVeGQsB8/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCZZIVEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YuDRVeGQsB8/s200/Image055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271422723082966082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCWhwe0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-rnUz0T8IyI/s1600-h/Image059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCWhwe0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/-rnUz0T8IyI/s200/Image059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271422722313845570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCLEn0OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y6A-arKV-A8/s1600-h/Image058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCLEn0OI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y6A-arKV-A8/s200/Image058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271422719238852834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCFxmn6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IOFg13bDS5U/s1600-h/Image057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbCFxmn6I/AAAAAAAAAGA/IOFg13bDS5U/s200/Image057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271422717816905634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbB1JIB2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/FB3PXaNpQdc/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfbB1JIB2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/FB3PXaNpQdc/s200/Image056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271422713352161122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfhArRQKFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QIy0MxwH8JY/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfhArRQKFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QIy0MxwH8JY/s200/Image064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271429290591791186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfixJRdrTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9ezFAI9btuU/s1600-h/Image066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfixJRdrTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/9ezFAI9btuU/s200/Image066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271431222791089458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfixAQqb8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1uUUtyyVSEg/s1600-h/Image065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfixAQqb8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/1uUUtyyVSEg/s200/Image065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271431220371812290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Picture ; my gift from Ms Yong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Picture ; the little boy from the gift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Picture ; the brochure.&lt;br /&gt;4th Picture ; the 3... female?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th picture ; Ms Toh transformed into Ms Ong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th/7th picture ; Top row ; From left to right. The husband of the teacher at the bottom called Mark, Ex-teacher, Mdm Kok, Ms Ong, Mdm Malati, Ms Wong, Ms Cecelia, Ms Aiysha, Mdm Wong, Mr Wong, Ms Cho, Mr Pua. &lt;br /&gt;Bottom row ; Some teacher called Belle, Ms Velu, duno wad name, Mrs Wong, Ms Ching?!, Ms Yong, Kevin guy, Mrs Goh and family, Mdm Kuan, Mrs Koh, Ms Ho, Mrs Kong. It's Mrs Kong! Although her chinese name is ZhangLaoShi, Ms Toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th/9th picture ; guess la. Can only be 2 people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th picture ; The Choir!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th picture ; u guess la.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th picture ; Mr Wong and baby boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th picture ; Whr are the groom and bride?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th picture ; Ok. It looks gross right? Let me explain it in details.. There are, salmon,crayfish,chicken,meat and more. Alot right? But! That's not all. The most exciting thing is... *Drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR PUA ATE 2 PLATES OF FOOD LIKE THAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th picture ; Hehehe... Finally they showed up in public... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th picture ; OMG!! WHY IS MR WONG'S BABY BOY WITH MS ONG?! Unless Ms Ong is Mr Wong's... Haha. Juz joking. Mr Wong's baby boy very adorable!! And the boy bit Mr pua's finger. Hehehe... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Pua sure has a appetite! Btw, he's quite glad with our results except for.. OUR CJ7!! That's almost all. Btw, Mdm Lee didn't come. Ms Revathi said that she might've gotten lost. Although Ms Revathi didn't came for the photo taking, she came at 12+. It started at 10+ btw.. And..  some people came too. If i'm not wrong, they are.. Foo Fang Qing, Song Boyun, Su shan or smth like tat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 GREAT ADVICE! Put on your safety belts WHENEVER u are in Mr Pua's car. The way he turns... can make u fly to the sides. When Mr Pua went home to change and we were in his car with ms toh, hehehehe. Xinyi asked Ms Toh why she liked MR Pua. Ms Toh no answer lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's like for all. Got anymore thing, free to ask. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8091323590232593964?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8091323590232593964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8091323590232593964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8091323590232593964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8091323590232593964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/pictures-below-are-not-arranged.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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/_UsnOaG36-0U/SSfdMIVBeMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SK4tZGxihKU/s72-c/Image063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-898519213354889275</id><published>2008-11-18T11:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:57:39.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many ppl asking me to post? Lol. Been REALLY busy with my bro's psp. It's either i'm playing, or sneaking into his room to take his psp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting results in a few days time. Dont really feel nervous, it's just our 6 yrs fruit of labour. A really big fruit. I could go on and on about fruits again. I guess i just like giving fruits as examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been reading! I really read! Dun believe me, go read True SG Ghost stories la. Got a few phrases, very nice. "There's a time for everything," she said. "A time to be born, a time to die, a time to mourn and a time for joy. And life is like the seasons - the never-ending cycle goes on and on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, my posts ARE a little emoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll just skip my LOL Section and juz move on the the video of da day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bad laughing at ppl's mistake, but since it's on the internet.. Juz watch it. Especially the ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="150"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LCgwQGsez78&amp;hl=en&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/LCgwQGsez78&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="150" height="150"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa~~~ And now i'm done posting. Now is your turn, Reader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-898519213354889275?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/898519213354889275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=898519213354889275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/898519213354889275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/898519213354889275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-many-ppl-asking-me-to-post-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6570448193334283903</id><published>2008-11-13T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:30:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. I changed skin once again. But to a very sad 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's the last day of school alrdy. And when i came home, my brother told me tmr was Thursday. I wish for that la. But! 6 yrs over le. Next few years of schooling starting alrdy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for not posting yesterday la. I was sleeping and woke up at 6.42PM SHARP.&lt;br /&gt;And for yesterday's concert... It was great actually, excluding the part where my bones almost crack. When i woke up from my nap yesterday, my backbone cracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grats Wen Han for winning 4 trophies for the last time. I suggest him hanging dried chilli or mango leaves outside his hse to ward of jealous eyes! And he cant hold it on stage and that's so embarrasing for him. But luckily for him, he didn't drop it or else it would be dumb. And there was a boy from lower primary who snatched the trophy. Zzz... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the performance, bad bad... The chinese dance was bad due to the music. The indian dance, seems weird. And Xing Qiang was being a retarded. Nazir said that Kisshan was on stage dancing and xing qiang believed it. And WenCai was like : "Yeah Yeah, There! Kisshan dancing there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the malay dance, as i watched it b4, still good. But i duno why, everytime moksin went on top of khairi, the crowd will be like "Woo!!" *Clap clap* Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today! I have nothing much to say. Except that, the sch com su**s. (i dun wan vulgar in my blog) By the time i type in the title, off we went! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the.. Little India Presentation. Great at first. But the sound of the grinder wasn't working. And as usual, my partner is the com. I so love my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the end of the post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya all till den.&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/5831043920231913771-6570448193334283903?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6570448193334283903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6570448193334283903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6570448193334283903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6570448193334283903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8444324673358346546</id><published>2008-11-11T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T16:44:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am here to post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Ms Maslina. I bought u 2 packets of chocolates! BTW!!! The piece of cake so small, worth $2 meh? I wan money refund la. But it taste good. LOL~! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, that time when i was on the motorbike with my dad, something came in mind lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would happen if i die? Wads the feeling of dying and such. Of course i dun wanna feel it so early. But i wonder like, how ppl around me will feel. Pity or smth like tat. And my assests, quite alot leh. I guess i muz live a little longer before i find out! But if i ever die, i dun wanna drown to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be 3 ppl in class who will be fortunate enough to see me doll up! Congratulations to them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is ending so fast la. 6 years you know?!!??! So fast gone. Kinda pity. Like my post on the ending like fruits. We are like fruits! And i'm definately sweet! Lol i'm praising myself! Is there like any fruit that has a minty taste? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's gonna be emoy on friday. But i think, it would be more tears then joy when we get result. Reasons of having more tears and quite obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's due to your results.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's due to your friend's result&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, it's probably the last time you see your best friends. &lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, it's probably the last time you hear someone saying "Aloha!" to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8444324673358346546?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8444324673358346546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8444324673358346546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8444324673358346546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8444324673358346546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-here-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5698126449310285555</id><published>2008-11-10T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:06:05.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Firstly! Happy birthday to my 17 years old brother. He turns 17 on 10/11!!! But he's still very immature la. And i discovered that i can't put colors in my post? Perhaps it's my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly! I discovered i dun like steak. Ate it yesterday. Blek. I'd rather eat cucumber. Yuck too! Yesterday went to take durian from my mom when she was working. Then my father drove me around Boon Lay, Choa Chu Kang and Jurong. Then i look around the place to see the school surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bro's school look scary at night sia. Pioneer Junior College. Ride the motorcycle and night very chilly. Btw!! Behind yj's hse there, got alot shop sell seafood leh. Many ppl eating there lols. Long time since i ate seafood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and. Today in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the MR. Aaron come and talk. And eligio thought that he was Mr.Alien. And and... Finally all of us got go!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and!!! Thirdly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the Story Stomp. Not respect fault lor. Is the mdm lee. Ppl behind the stage do sound effect. Then she at there. "No,no,no,no. All come out. Where got people perform like that one?" Dumb dumb la. After she say tat, of course all our sound makers come out la. So retarded. Recess performance better. I sit there and watch and play the sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wanted me to post and i said i'll give a long one. But i got nth to post alrdy. I'll just nag a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alrdy say i duno wad to wear. Okay. I say it once and for all. I'll be wearing long pants. JEANS. OKAY? That settles it. And. I want wear white color long sleeve shirt. AND. I DUN WAN WEAR BOW-TIE! Mayb i go wear watch. Just maybe. Watch expensive leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wan put LOL and video of the day. Bleh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hui hou! Lols. It's translation is "Good bye!, See you later!" in hawaiian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5698126449310285555?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5698126449310285555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5698126449310285555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5698126449310285555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5698126449310285555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/firstly-happy-birthday-to-my-17-years.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6442380957521636004</id><published>2008-11-04T14:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:46:05.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dun wanna post today le. But i still share the video of the day and LOL Section. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today's Video of the day, it's bout a Japanese man trying to speak english. When you laugh, you get spanked at the butt. So count how many times you would be spanked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yE44Rt_Ch_k&amp;hl=en&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/yE44Rt_Ch_k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for today's LOL Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's husband had been slipping in and out of a coma for several months, yet she had stayed by his bedside every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when he came to, he motioned for her to come nearer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she sat by him, he whispered, eyes full of tears, "You know what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been with me through all the bad times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got fired, you were there to support me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my business failed, you were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got shot, you were by my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we lost the house, you stayed right here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my health started failing, you were still by my side...You know what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What dear?" she gently asked, smiling as her heart began to fill with warmth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you're bad luck, get the hell away from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple had been debating the purchase of a new auto for weeks. He wanted a new truck. She wanted a fast little sports-like car so she could zip through traffic around town. He would probably have settled on any beat up old truck, but everything she seemed to like was way out of their price range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look!" she said. "I want something that goes from 0 to 200 in 4 seconds or less. And my birthday is coming up. You could surprise me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for her birthday, he bought her a brand new bathroom scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife are returning from holiday, while on holiday they decided to buy themselves some pets, he bought a snake while the woman got a skunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are passing through airport control they notice a sign which says &lt;br /&gt;"NO ANIMALS WILL BE ALLOWED THROUGH QUARANTINE" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slightly distressed the woman turns to her husband and asks what they should do. After thinking hard for 5 minutes the man come up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I'll do is tie the snake around my waist and try to pretend that it's a snake skin belt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" the woman replies "but what about the skunk?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know, you'll just have to hide it up your skirt" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"but what about the smell?" the woman asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which the flustered man replies "Look, if it dies it dies!"&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/5831043920231913771-6442380957521636004?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6442380957521636004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6442380957521636004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6442380957521636004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6442380957521636004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-dun-wanna-post-today-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7823544025606884214</id><published>2008-11-03T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:10:54.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little update. Forget to say i included another section. The LOL Section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big-city California lawyer went duck hunting in rural Texas. He shot and dropped a bird, but it fell into a farmer’s field on the other side of a fence. As he climbed over the fence, an elderly farmer drove up on his tractor and asked him what he was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The litigator responded, “I shot a duck and it fell into this field, and now I’m going to retrieve it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer replied, “This is my property, and you are not coming over here.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indignant lawyer said, “I am one of the best trial attorneys in the US and if you don’t let me get that duck, I’ll sue you and take everything you own.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer smiled and said, “Apparently, you don’t know how we do things in Texas. We settle small disagreements like this with the Texas Three-Kick Rule.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer asked, “What is the Texas Three-Kick Rule?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The farmer replied, “Well, first I kick you three times and then you kick me three times, and so on, back and forth, until someone gives up.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attorney quickly thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer slowly climbed down from the tractor and walked up to the city feller. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy work boot into the lawyer’s groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick nearly wiped the man’s nose off his face. The barrister was flat on his belly when the farmer’s third kick to a kidney nearly caused him to give up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet and said, “Okay, you old coot! Now, it’s my turn!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old farmer smiled and said, “No, I give up. You can have the duck!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poision &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy sitting at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, a big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand seeing a man crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I'm late to my office. My boss, in an outrage, fires me. When I leave the building to my car, I found out it was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The police say they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go home and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home and come to this bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be on this flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Captain Sinclair speaking. On behalf of my crew I'd like to welcome you aboard British Airways flight 602 from New York to London. We are currently flying at a height of 35,000 feet midway across the Atlantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look out of the windows on the starboard side of the aircraft, you will observe that both the starboard engines are on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look out of the windows on the port side, you will observe that the port wing has fallen off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you look down towards the Atlantic ocean, you will see a little yellow life raft with three people in it waving at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's me your captain, the co-pilot, and one of the air stewardesses. This is a recorded message. Have a good flight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of today's LOL Section. All of them came from similar websites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7823544025606884214?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7823544025606884214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7823544025606884214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7823544025606884214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7823544025606884214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7043722596674499517</id><published>2008-11-03T15:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:01:23.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't find the song i desire actually. Changed to this song. Turn the music up! Chose the song cuz i watched it at youtube. LiveEarth 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that hongkah has it's own marking day. Wonder if other schools also has marking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining heavily now. And i'm competing with the rain in terms of volume. I'm not singing loudly. It's juz i turned the volume higher everytime there are thunder sounds. I have to say that my handwritings are getting worst. Nidda practice. I guess it's bcuz very long nvr write alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i declare that im growing taller! Taller than my mum alrdy. Yeah!!! And i've been watching lots of anime. I spent half a day watching them on the com. Quarter of a day watching them on TV. And i've been reading!!! Ms Maslina wants Superb Reader for 6.3. Since it's a dead class, i suppose that dead people dun read right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New add-ons in my post. In every post of mine starting from today, there will be a video of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video of the Day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="270" height="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/11iCmzGnOI8&amp;hl=en&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/11iCmzGnOI8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="270" height="220"&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/5831043920231913771-7043722596674499517?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7043722596674499517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7043722596674499517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7043722596674499517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7043722596674499517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/11/cant-find-song-i-desire-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6809188061496556549</id><published>2008-10-24T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:24:32.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today went to Science Centre. Very fun after it. During lesson, 3 things broke. Ms Maslina the face black color alrdy when the first 1 break. Sigh... Then she complain to Mrs Wong. The lesson was boring la. The iodine solution was stinky la. I asked eligio what if his hse smelt like tat. He said he rather sleep at the staircase lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the lesson and eating, all the boys went to the Kinetic Garden to play. I brought eligio to the deeper part and there is this thing called FireBall. You stand on it, start spinning, you will get dizzy. Eligio first try almost fall. But he hold onto the light post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to call amirul while eligio stay there to stay still. Then amirul and i went on top on it and eligio spun the thing. Our bags were like flying away lol. Then eligio's turn go up again. Me and amirul was like spinning damn fast. When eligio came down from it, he could'nt stay balance. When his hand was about to reach the light post again, he toppled over. Amirul and i were laughing like mad cows. But we discovered we were late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, today is Felicia Chin's birthday. just some information for some fanatics out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post. Cya sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6809188061496556549?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6809188061496556549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6809188061496556549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6809188061496556549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6809188061496556549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-went-to-science-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4333664826578628472</id><published>2008-10-23T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T14:23:38.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freaking idiots! All of you! All of you are freaking suckers! Dont you think that it's bad of u to backstab? ASSHOLES! Were you all freaking bribe?!! Assholes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That case above cant be forgiven. I even suspect you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Let's get things cleared. There are no RUMOURS! okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really damn bored in school la... Play cards and cards.. Wanna suicide le. Lucky got trip go outside school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently got CCM lessons. Conversational Chinese Malay. Learnt malay. I rmb everything lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tengah Hari, Petang, Malam, Datang, Jalan, Tinggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimah Kasih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a little laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the difference between falling from 20th and 2nd floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall from 20th floor, it would sound like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *splat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall from 2nd floor, it would sound like this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*splat* AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do u call a Tyrannosaurus after it's six months old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4333664826578628472?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4333664826578628472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4333664826578628472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4333664826578628472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4333664826578628472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaking-idiots-all-of-you-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1470170887647862064</id><published>2008-10-08T14:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:50:48.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HooHoo!!!! The nightmare is finally over!!! Celebration time~!! Like my msn msg, i wonder if it's more of boredom than freedom now... Let's not talk about exams now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a homework for all bloggers! Including Huishun(you said you'll make a blog once the exams are over)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit song lyrics. Song lyrics that describe what we are in now. Either in secondary school life, or our life now, or past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start first then ; Song entitled : Teenagers by My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After PSLE is over)&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna mind how we look&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna clean up our books&lt;br /&gt;to make a slacker out of us.&lt;br /&gt;Because we sleep every night&lt;br /&gt;and think of what we have done so we can do all the things we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After PSLE is over)&lt;br /&gt;Because the smile never work&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna give you a smirk,&lt;br /&gt;Cause they got methods of keeping you in glee&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna rip up our shirts &lt;br /&gt;Our past life into shreds&lt;br /&gt;Another dream cancelled of your list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said all Teenagers laugh&lt;br /&gt;the moment they are in glee&lt;br /&gt;they could care less as long as someone'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;So darken your clothes or&lt;br /&gt;think of what you have did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;But not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When you are in Secondary School)&lt;br /&gt;The boys and girls in the class&lt;br /&gt;The awful names that they stick&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never gonna fit in much, kid&lt;br /&gt;But if your troubled and hurt&lt;br /&gt;What you got are your good friends&lt;br /&gt;Will make them pay for the things that they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said all Teenagers laugh the moment&lt;br /&gt;they are in glee they could care less as long as someone'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;So darken your clothes or&lt;br /&gt;think of what you have did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;But not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOHHH YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said all Teenagers laugh&lt;br /&gt;the moment they are in glee&lt;br /&gt;they could care less as long as someone'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;So darken your clothes or think of what you have did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll leave me alone But not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL TOGETHER NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said all Teenagers laugh&lt;br /&gt;the moment they are in glee&lt;br /&gt;they could care less as long as someone'll laugh&lt;br /&gt;So darken your clothes or think of what you have did&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;But not him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1470170887647862064?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1470170887647862064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1470170887647862064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1470170887647862064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1470170887647862064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoohoo-nightmare-is-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6027416359162728723</id><published>2008-09-09T14:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:12:31.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shouldn't have gone school today. Still got 1 day free MC leave... Dun ask. I nvr go sch cuz i sick. Weather quite hot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get sore throat (those that can make u die)&lt;br /&gt;blocked nose (muz use mouth breathe)&lt;br /&gt;cough (getting cough and sore throat together is not a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;fever (basically i cant sleep alrdy)&lt;br /&gt;Not very important, Panda eyes. (Dun look at my eyes thnx!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... Yes you are a crazy blogger and! I learnt the P Prawn from Mr Ding. PSLE LC coming! Friday is the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun wanna do any memory thingy cuz basically, im still coughing a little and i cant talk very loud. so... i dun wanna repeat wad i say in school although i nvr talk much in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amirul said alot things happen yesterday? He said Mr Ding did pole-dancing and Fionna drooled. Lolx! No offence ah! Then today after school he told me Mr Ding did it using the class ruler. I wanna see la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6027416359162728723?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6027416359162728723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6027416359162728723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6027416359162728723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6027416359162728723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/09/shouldnt-have-gone-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1457495314847217670</id><published>2008-09-03T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:18:23.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's getting nearer to the end... Those six primary school years. The bonds, kins and friends, good or bad ones, its getting closer to the end... Why cant PSLE be in P5. P6 is the year we leave, cant we make more friends? It's really unfair... Almost everyone is going seperate ways, why cant there be a school where all of us go together.. Those wonderful times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P1, all of us do not know each other.. But during the dental check, i made 3 good friends.. Mathew, Berner and congjian. They had been good friends.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt know them.&lt;br /&gt;But now, its the end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P2, we got the know each other. The bonds grow bigger, we are one 2.1 cute family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P3, the 3rd year we had been, and we meet new friends. We knew each other for three years, a older family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P4, the teaching during buddy reading. The students were like us, cute and blur, but now, while we are in P6, they are in P3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P5, we went to NDP, we screamed and shout! How happy we had been. During the NDP, i had a new best friend, Eligio. I shared with him my past while he listened attentively... It late but we, the 5.1 class, was a old and friendly family. Mr Pua, our teacher, was now gone. He left Hong Kah, and it will soon be our turn. I'm sure most of us missed him, cuz he was not only a good teacher, he was a good friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of P6, the present year we are in, the 5.1 family, was lost, some great friends have left us, but we have kept in touch. But for the new classmates, they had become good friends. The new teachers we had, we felt uncomfortable at first. But now as we get used to it, they are the most experienced ones.. They taught us lots of things, the science centre trips, the trip to the incineration plant, it had all been worth it. We would like to thank them, and maybe let them teach us next year, but we, 6.3 family, is going to split like a fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are like fruits, we split open forcefully, we do not want to split, but we have grown into seeds, we have to split, and go our seperate ways. We will explore different places, but in the end. We will remember our 2nd home, The Hong Kah Primary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1457495314847217670?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1457495314847217670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1457495314847217670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1457495314847217670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1457495314847217670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-getting-nearer-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6175380112802653489</id><published>2008-09-02T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:34:57.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's once again the start of holiday classes. I love it!!! I'm getting homesick. As in sick of my home. Lol. Looking at those 4 walls. It's boring... I get the msg. Grats on learning a new word i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. The year is going to end. And it's really ending. The class 6.3. Lots of memories... Wonderful ones, bad ones, funny ones... It's all going to end... Here's to all students from 6.3 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch! The fun things we did. No matter in school or outside school. Do remember the best class in hongkah, P6.3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... PSLE is coming.... Listening is just around the corner. So, clear your ears, get ready to listen like you have never listened before in your life! With this, im signing off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6175380112802653489?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6175380112802653489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6175380112802653489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6175380112802653489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6175380112802653489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-once-again-start-of-holiday-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3943663692649933984</id><published>2008-08-25T14:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:26:04.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha! It seems congjian has a blog. Today is Ghost Story sharing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few stories from other websites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their 10 year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told.About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was&lt;br /&gt;going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but one won’t close. She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog, with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog’s blood are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK TOO”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------Enough for the day-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get on with the post shall we? I juz hope tat u r not scared by the time u reach here. Today was Higher mother tongue paper. The class was left with a few ppl. I wasn't given my marks! Grrr.... Files are heavy... I dun wanna bring la... But for my marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are sloppy today. Two third of the class is gone. And Sci! Heard that we sucked. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr's a tuesday... Someone from MOE is coming. Rmb! Ur fringe, socks, nails. All muz be short! short except for the socks. Muz let it be high enough for MDM LEE to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MDM LEE nvr see b4 "Wizard of OZ"? That's so lame! Watch halfway she disappear alrdy. Lame! She still said she wanna watch. People from around the hall were visiting the "Toilet Museum" What's inside? Got treasure heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I juz dun get you... Who have you trusted wrongly...? Isit me..? Geezzzz... Signing off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3943663692649933984?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3943663692649933984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3943663692649933984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3943663692649933984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3943663692649933984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/08/hahaha-it-seems-congjian-has-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4779209438554447470</id><published>2008-08-22T14:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:26:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone prompted me to post... You should know who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday! Cheer up! Tmr no nid go sch! I've been sleeping alot... I mean ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese class has totally changed... Lots of gloomy faces... The opposite for P6.3. The "Best" class in Hong Kah. It's once in Hong Kah History man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sci exam, Ms Revathi go through Sci booklet A. So far i have 4 wrong... Im nt a science pro man... Btw wads the hmk?!?! I forgot to copy it down... Someone tell me at msn ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grats Wen Han, 100 marks. In Maths. Grats you passed! But im better than half a mark. Haha! I'm nt laughing... Juz Joking. Anyway, the whole 6.3 :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   --PASSED--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! 3 more papers. And i hurt both of my legs. In case u didn't know... And i escaped nt bringing storybook. I was reading Sci Textbook (which isn't mine). And Ms Maslina was crapping. So i put the textbook in my bag, searched around, and she went away. Then a book flew to me~! I put in my bag. Then i saw Ms Maslina come. I take out! Then she pai seh le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 --THE END--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4779209438554447470?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4779209438554447470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4779209438554447470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4779209438554447470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4779209438554447470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/08/someone-prompted-me-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6165334204520899890</id><published>2008-08-15T13:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:00:39.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everyone's blog dead.... I have to keep the ball rolling. It's 15 August! Did you know that today is the birthday of Joe Jonas? Joe Jonas as in the American singer from Jonas Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was English PSLE ORAL!!! GOODBYE ORAL!!! thats the last oral for the year.. But its juz the beginning! I had a Chinese male and Indian female. The topic was "What is your CCA?" Mine is a freaking job at the library. Btw, why the picture got colour de? Chinese dun have? Racism!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing alot. Time to stop, Time to chiong, Time to be hardworking, Time to improve my Math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you to me and all others out there. Score for PSLE!!! JIA YOUS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6165334204520899890?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6165334204520899890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6165334204520899890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6165334204520899890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6165334204520899890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-is-everyones-blog-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-866332082734204436</id><published>2008-08-14T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T15:13:55.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... I have too much supporters wanting me to post. juz joking. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, prelims is taking place, PSLE has started. But im still using the com, watching tv, slacking.. Oh ya btw, i realise Kym Ng singing is good leh. Was surfing through channels, den was on "Yang Sisters" and Kym Ng was singing. Nice wor... Original voice somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Oral. We had TWO teachers. 1 of them was China. She spoke SO freakingly soft that i didn't know wad da heck shes saying. i stumble at a word. i skipped it SO quickly no one noticed it. mua hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posting eng oral tmr... Adieos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-866332082734204436?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/866332082734204436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=866332082734204436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/866332082734204436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/866332082734204436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3417271682957188516</id><published>2008-07-22T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T21:15:35.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mr Pua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Mr Pua's bday... Tot of getting a card... too late le... today then i know... Me, CJ, isabelle msged him. My message was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Pua, happy birthday! From gar wei and some of your ex-students." Although there was no ex-students la~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, thank you. All of u are so sweet. :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez............ good for you Mr Pua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school &amp;amp; supplementary &amp;amp; i can do it &amp;amp; tuition, me and CJ went to the pasar malam!!!! Food time!!! I'm nt gonna grow fat... I've been jumping alot but not exercising.... Lolx! Reyna was on the phone with us. Making her jealous yeah? We saw fried prawns! Then we saw candy floss and told her. Her reply was "At where? How much ah?" Lolx... Candy floss Freako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then saw Angelina... Then i bought a burger... Was keeping my change when CJ snatched my burger away. Then he eloped with Angelina. Juz joking. CJ like "Him". That's what they call her. Then i went chasing my burger. Like movie like tat. Title of movie is "The Burger Chase" Lolx! Eventually caught up with them. Then we walk and walk and walk. Then walk halfway the movie continue.... Then i chase again la!!!! By the time we all sat down and rest, my burger was ..... It was actually ok! So ex la the burger... 1 slice of bread. 1 slice of chicken. 1 piece of bread. and that cost $2.30?!?!!? Daylight robbery! although it's in the night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian to post le... Feel like closing this thing... Forget it... Will post AT LEAST once in a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3417271682957188516?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3417271682957188516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3417271682957188516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3417271682957188516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3417271682957188516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-mr-pua-todays-mr-puas.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7509090707665868912</id><published>2008-07-14T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:51:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeap, its been lightyears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A monday! And im getting a sore throat alrdy. New Skin.. If you are reading this, you are probably bored in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i shall not force myself. I've got nothing to post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7509090707665868912?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7509090707665868912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7509090707665868912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7509090707665868912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7509090707665868912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/07/yeap-its-been-lightyears.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-842632469649510103</id><published>2008-06-06T19:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:12:36.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40 ppl.... Here goes... It's by register number. Quite messy actually. If your name isnt here... I forgotten bout you. Sorry ah! Teacher's name included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Amirul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Patricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.JiaLin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WenCai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Ms Maslina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Congjian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Eligio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.GaoShan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.FanXin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.WenHan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Gayathri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.XingQiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.YangLin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Tengke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Jagdeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.YunJie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Kisshan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.LinNan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.LiuHao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Jinglin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Iqbal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Nazir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Farhanah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Reyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Reyniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.YuJung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.YanJi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Ms Chua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.TingTing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.ZhenNan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Karin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Berner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.HuiJie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Isabelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.YanSoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Mrs Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #9 to you?&lt;br /&gt;(FanXin)&lt;br /&gt;Class Dino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #12 have a hot brother?&lt;br /&gt;(XingQiang)&lt;br /&gt;Im laughing away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you make out with #2?&lt;br /&gt;(Patricia)&lt;br /&gt;Err.... NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #13?&lt;br /&gt;(YangLin)&lt;br /&gt;.... NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30?&lt;br /&gt;(Ms Chua)&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! WHAT YOU THINKING?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #1 your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;(Amirul)&lt;br /&gt;Definately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #3 cute?&lt;br /&gt;(Jialin)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #5?&lt;br /&gt;(Ms Maslina)&lt;br /&gt;Guess la... *LOLing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23?&lt;br /&gt;(Natasha)&lt;br /&gt;The present Natasha aka Amirul, is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #36?&lt;br /&gt;(Cassandra)&lt;br /&gt;Erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet #4?&lt;br /&gt;(WenCai)&lt;br /&gt;This year in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #7?&lt;br /&gt;(Eligio)&lt;br /&gt;Since P4 i tink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And #18?&lt;br /&gt;(LinNan)&lt;br /&gt;P4 too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever go out with #20?&lt;br /&gt;(Jinglin)&lt;br /&gt;I dun even know her that well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #28?&lt;br /&gt;(YuJung)&lt;br /&gt;I duno her well too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #40?&lt;br /&gt;(MrsWong)&lt;br /&gt;My Math Teacher..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hug #8 all the time?&lt;br /&gt;(GaoShan)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.... Nt gey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #15?&lt;br /&gt;(Jagdeep)&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz. No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #25?&lt;br /&gt;(Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #37?&lt;br /&gt;(HuiJie)&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel sorry for #11?&lt;br /&gt;(Gayathri)&lt;br /&gt;Er.... No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told #14 you love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;(Tengke)&lt;br /&gt;Do you think i was a gey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #6 and #10 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;(CongJian &amp;amp; Wenhan)&lt;br /&gt;No prob though. Fionna dun go slap CongJian ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #16 and #28?&lt;br /&gt;(Yunjie &amp;amp; YuJung)&lt;br /&gt;Both is YJ. Also no prob. Bt Karin relax though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 and #22?&lt;br /&gt;(Kisshan &amp;amp; Nazir)&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. They spend their recess talking together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 and #32?&lt;br /&gt;(Farhanah &amp;amp; ZhenNan)&lt;br /&gt;Most probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are #38 and #37 Bestfriends?&lt;br /&gt;(Huijie &amp;amp; Isabelle)&lt;br /&gt;Should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #34 drink coffee 24/7?&lt;br /&gt;(Berner)&lt;br /&gt;I dun tink he drinks coffee when he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #9 addicted to?&lt;br /&gt;(FanXin)&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park Movies. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which # would you look best with?&lt;br /&gt;#0 would be the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which # will #5 date?&lt;br /&gt;(Ms Maslina)&lt;br /&gt;She's wearing a wedding ring already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #16?&lt;br /&gt;(YunJie)&lt;br /&gt;The whole world knows already la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or #27?&lt;br /&gt;(Reyniel)&lt;br /&gt;#26 of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally im done. Btw.. Here's the Acrostic Poem of the word : "Genius"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ao Shan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nvironmental unfriendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;rritating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will hate him at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;otong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-842632469649510103?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/842632469649510103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=842632469649510103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/842632469649510103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/842632469649510103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/06/40-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7377399877942156494</id><published>2008-06-03T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:05:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i really suppose to do it? Well, okay lor. Btw, juz realised smth. MS TOH'S BLOG IS GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What you love doing everyday?&lt;br /&gt;Eating~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Only when no battery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10.30am today?&lt;br /&gt;Talked with Zhen Nui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;No Idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;I hate peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;Eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Of course an umbrella, ella, ella........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What's the favourite thing to have your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Mattress la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Pants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o.What's the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Tmr wan go out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;duno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Mine. IM WEARING MINE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Pirated IronMan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What does your oldest sms in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"all you reach home le mahs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;My very own "Lala Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Tonnes of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What does your last received text msg say?&lt;br /&gt;Tmr i nvr go sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Soppose to be 19)&lt;/span&gt;Have you been to downtown east mall?&lt;br /&gt;Where is it suppose to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;11.30+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o.Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advice?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped ice cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. Ages since i ate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Who did you talked to on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;Congjian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;This test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Who/What is the last thing made you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.What anoys you the most from a person?&lt;br /&gt;B.O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3o.Do you have a crush on someone?&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Do you love your life?&lt;br /&gt;Of course i do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What's the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Billion only? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you believe in saying ' talk in cheap '?&lt;br /&gt;What does this question mean.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Who was the last person who lay you in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 36.Who was the last person who huged you?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Did anyone see the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Ages.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;If i dont, i wont be doing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Have you ever think someone died?&lt;br /&gt;Erm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4o.Who was the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.When is the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.What are you listening right now?&lt;br /&gt;The TV...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Are you talking while doing this?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you walk with your eye open or close?&lt;br /&gt;Blinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Wads a quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Have you ever played instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Does knocking my pens together make an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.What was the worst idea you had this week?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5o.What were you doing at 11am last night?&lt;br /&gt;11am isnt last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.Are you happy with your love right now?&lt;br /&gt;I dun have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.What song describes your love?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.Does that person knows that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Erm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.Who always make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.Do you speak other languages other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.Are you blond?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.What's your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Guess la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe, eat, study, walk, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;I'm like myself la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6o.Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Can my coffin become a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;Incineration plant, home, school, tuition centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Often? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.If you choose between friend&amp;amp;love,which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Doing this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kah Primary. A.k.a Hong Hong Primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.Name three colours you like.&lt;br /&gt;Blue... Dark blue... Black....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.What emotion you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Living happily ever after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7o.If you have something troubling you,what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Smack my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.Who is the last person did you chat with on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Congjian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.Which model of your phone you use?&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 5300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;9.51pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.What colour do you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.What feeling you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.What age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Duno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.Who is more important to you? Boyfriend or Friend&lt;br /&gt;I gt no boyfren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82.Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.Who is the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you believe seeing rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt rain comes before rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.If you can have a dream come true,what will that be?&lt;br /&gt;Pass PSLE without doing any papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;Pass EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Errrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;The feeling after smacking my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.What are the requirements you wish from the other half?&lt;br /&gt;Duno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9o.What is the feeling you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;As mentioned in question 79.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.Do you belive in god?&lt;br /&gt;Err....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.Who care for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Myself once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.Who do you think is the most important to your life?&lt;br /&gt;Erm... Who ah... Alot leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.Describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;The last person? Very High and rocks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.What have you regretted doing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Getting addicted using my com..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. What will you feel when no one cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98.What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Something though. But absoulutely no violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Me, Friends, Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1oo.Do you enjoy this survey?&lt;br /&gt;Nope cuz im forced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY IM DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now... MUA HAHAHAHAHA. The exciting part.... MUA HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;1. Xinyi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. The next person who tagged me and nvr do this thing b4. Use paper also can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. The next next person who tagged me and nvr do this thing b4. Use paper also can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. Since this is my index number, I'll let this person off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Anyone has to do this if i caught him/her drinking Pepsi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7377399877942156494?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7377399877942156494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7377399877942156494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7377399877942156494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7377399877942156494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/06/am-i-really-suppose-to-do-it-well-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-639856983826500496</id><published>2008-06-02T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:12:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now for the summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of trip, arrived at destination on 5pm+. Bus actually left Pick-up point at 9. Was watching the pirated Iron Man. I'm nt sure bout the spelling of pirated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at destination point while waiting for uncle to pick up. From destination point to GrandMa's hse is bout 11 mins by car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at destination point to eat. Love the food there! Okay... i forgotten what i did... Nvm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3! it's the longest one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early to take a trip to Ipoh. By car it's about 45 mins from GMH. Find out GMH your self.. Went to eat the Dim Sum there. Then went to auntie's house. Next was to climb UP THE TALL MOUNTAIN!!! Dun think wrongly, its not Gao Shan. Took the pictures of monkeys on the way up. Refer to previous post. Then we went up and up. Rested and my cousins threw rocks down to see how tall the mountain was. I kicked a rock down. Took about 5 secs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the waterfall!!! It's actually just a stream of water. Waterfall is DOWN DOWN DOWN. If i ever go to the waterfall, it means im dead. Everyone washed their leg using the ice cool water. I asked my brother to pass me my shoe. 1st shot, Too much strength. 2nd shot, too less strength. My slipper almost got washed away. I don't want to go home bare-footed! My cousin wanted to take off his pants. So everyone went away. Except for me and my uncle's family and my another auntie. My cousin went deeper and striped. I didn't see anything!!! I wore my shoe and tried to walk. I fell just went my auntie asked me to becareful. Luckily i was not like my slipper which almost fell. My pants got wet. But by the time i reached to the bottom, it was dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't walk down actually. It's slope. Hard to walk on slope. So me, my brother and my cousins RAN all the way down. No one rolled. Got rest halfway of course. But my little fat male cousin ran all the way down. He needed water. No monkeys on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to a shopping centre in Ipoh called... Tesco. It's as big as... I think bigger than AMK Hub. Parking was a BIG problem. Then went to eat. Bought my school shoes. Two of my aunties wanted to give my brother presents cause he scored well for his exams. One auntie gave him a Addidas shirt i think. While another auntie gave him RM 50 to spend on his free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home! Couldn't sleep in bus. My Auntie's Children's Son was disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-639856983826500496?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/639856983826500496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=639856983826500496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/639856983826500496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/639856983826500496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/06/now-for-summary.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1374371550128026469</id><published>2008-06-02T14:11:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:52:42.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVxcAEDbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BR7SUgpvS-g/s1600-h/01062008116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170270733012402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVxcAEDbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BR7SUgpvS-g/s200/01062008116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the wall at chinatown used to be like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Pictur&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVyCsy6hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lCxiu6P6e1U/s1600-h/01062008119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170281121180178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVyCsy6hI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lCxiu6P6e1U/s200/01062008119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fruits on leaves. New discovery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVzBNVMHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/okD1nNR5gS0/s1600-h/01062008123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170297900642418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVzBNVMHI/AAAAAAAAAFo/okD1nNR5gS0/s200/01062008123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVyaDqYsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RFqSi0VEVMI/s1600-h/01062008121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170287391105730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVyaDqYsI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RFqSi0VEVMI/s200/01062008121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two monkey! If you can spot them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVy3RGr5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ATMfMqLhQwk/s1600-h/01062008122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207170295232114578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVy3RGr5I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ATMfMqLhQwk/s200/01062008122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey should have looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOYFD9yC8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mxfiZY3MWt0/s1600-h/01062008125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207172806901631938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOYFD9yC8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/mxfiZY3MWt0/s200/01062008125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely can. It's my favourite art piece. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It's actually a destroyed can wrapped around the cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1374371550128026469?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1374371550128026469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1374371550128026469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1374371550128026469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1374371550128026469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-from-3-days-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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/_UsnOaG36-0U/SEOVxcAEDbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/BR7SUgpvS-g/s72-c/01062008116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-4380091146250479166</id><published>2008-05-25T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:30:28.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sunday... Im posting yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with eligio &amp;amp; CJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual eligio was the one being late. Then we went to the BBSC. Saw my ex-coach teaching again. We played. We had lunch. The special thing is, once we ate... Swimming faster den b4!!! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked all the way back to BB west ave 2. On the way we shared ghost stories! Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of posting. No one knows when i will post. Not even i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4380091146250479166?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4380091146250479166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4380091146250479166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4380091146250479166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4380091146250479166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-262130854083554209</id><published>2008-05-22T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:22:06.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4 days le i tink. Try figuring this sentence in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World    Cold   The   To   Is    Me    Very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting lazier everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz gonna post for today~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual woke up late.... Went sch... den all settled down... Mrs Wong say wait for her... so late den come down la~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson.... talk and talk. Helped 2 ppl. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Lesson... Only learned the first part... 2nd part lazy to learn la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E.... Rey isn't here... Class key prob again. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess~~~ I have to admit i hate small fishes like SARDINE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was Maths.... My Math totally is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was english. As usual alot of noises... Talk... Crapped.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was after school. Time is getting closer for the RRM! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Results-Review-Meeting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then spent the 1hr 30mins with Amirul &amp;amp; Eligio... We were playing cards.... Talking trash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the time... The time to make your legs very.... Tired.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assigned to be at the staircase near spiral stairs. The stairs in front of the cars.... Then was so tiring la! Then was walking around. Helping CT do her job. At least saying "Good Evening" is better than "Good Evening, would you like to go to the English Teacher first or Mother Tongue Teacher? While you are waiting, can you help to fill up this survey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much simpler lor~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now my legs are so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm!! Tmr is the last day of sch!!! Yay!!! Bt nid go bak sch... Hear that we going to a factory.. Later all come back smelly and dirty.... No Screaming ah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-262130854083554209?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/262130854083554209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=262130854083554209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/262130854083554209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/262130854083554209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/4-days-le-i-tink.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5216962293618841267</id><published>2008-05-17T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T13:08:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello~~~~ It's been light years ever since i posted. Getting lazier to post each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just gonna post bout yesterday kays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took height for yesterday. Was about 140+. Very short la... Then played Baseball with the boys. Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was English Spelling. As usual, it was so easy la~.  Then... the item analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Art lesson. Thought it was science... Science books heavy la! Explained some Qs from Science SA1.. And Ms Revathi wasnt scolding. Be it a dead class, You are a dead teacer. lolx. Alot ppl dun have drawing block. Lolx... Bought from eligio for 500k mesos. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;money in maple :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was recess........ Cant rmb wad i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue lesson! Cant believe Ms Chua can talk about the first thing about Respect for half an hour. Btw, Respect rox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den got the fire drill... B4 we packed our bags, Ms Chua alrdy run liao. Lolx..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was quite hot in the basketball court. Karin and Angelina got "present" from the birds leh. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class and Ms Chua was scolding about us going so slow. Later one of us burned to death. Then the thing that came to our mind was : "Since it's one for all, all for one... Why not 1 burned, all burned." K la. I also dowan get burned to death. Painful leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math lesson. Was doing pie chart. Recently learnt alot of pie. Pie and Pi. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the math symbol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Still quite blur with circles actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the 2nd time, i liked Social Studies. Then was reading True Singapore Ghost Stories with amirul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the break. But Eligio asked me to folo him to find Ms maslina. Then i started talking bout Revathi. Then was Gravy. (the food thingy). Then found out Ms Revathi was a science teacher cuz her name rhymes with Gravity. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i ate. Then Cong jian came back and ate. He ate SOOO fast la! Then i went out of canteen. Then when i came back, Karin hugged me. o.O? Wad happened juz now? Anyone cared to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was in the bus. I heard Ms Maslina shouting. Was it my name? Anyone knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the Science Centre Eco-Garden. Mr. Adam's english was so funny. But later got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonfly net was actually taller than Amirul. Lol! Cant believe i gave all my grp mates what ever i caught. In the end, i didnt even caught anything. Sigh.. Then got this Fish which is about same length as my head swimming in the water. It was in the middle la! Cant reach it. Btw, you nid bugs rite, juz tell me la, Ezy to find 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then got 1 tubifex worm. I brought it into the bottle. Congjian said smth which made me creep out. And when i came home, asked my bro what is tubifex worm he duno. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we dug and dug in the plant. No discoveries. But most of my grp's fishes died. Play and play. Then all died. At least we gt a tubifex worm which no one has! Then eligio's grp gt so many treasures la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i duno wad happened to the puny brat. kept on disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Done posting, so no more violence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5216962293618841267?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5216962293618841267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5216962293618841267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5216962293618841267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5216962293618841267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-its-been-light-years-ever-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4704165414781194588</id><published>2008-05-03T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:01:26.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Song Is Both My Blog Skin And The Song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tears run down my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now that I'm strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have figured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know Ill find deep inside me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ill be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its ok, Its ok, Its ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seasons are changing and waves are crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And stars are falling all for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Days grow longer and nights grow shorter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can show you I'll be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cause you're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My true love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My whole heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please don't throw that away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cause I'm here, for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please don't walk away and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please tell me you'll stay, stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Use me as you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pull my strings just for a thrill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I know I'll be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though my skies are turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will never let you fall&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand up with you forever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you through it all&lt;br /&gt;Even if saving you sends me to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5290376212017324758</id><published>2008-05-03T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T20:16:28.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! Im posting for the sake of posting! It contains alot of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grats my daddy on getting his car licsence! Can zoom zoom liao! Okay... Went to IMM today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat eat eat. Dun worry, wont grow fat so easily! Saw my neighbour working as cleaner. o.O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked halfway. Got the Zhang Xin Ze. Duno who he is la. Im nt a chinese fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to find computer table. No stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Walked halfway. Forced to cut hair. sigh.. I took a picture for memory. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked every where to find a barber. Finally found one. I didnt dare to look at my hair being cut. My hair leh!! Contains my DNA! Almost doze off. mua hahaha. My mum said my head was almost falling. xD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair quite okay now la.. hehe. Quarreled with my bro. So fun! mua hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat juz now. Avg food. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to add-on :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone knows more information about the Crazy Gurls Club? Aka CGC. Tell me more thnx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunjie, you forever very tall la! No one could be taller than you one lor! Win liao la! hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5290376212017324758?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5290376212017324758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5290376212017324758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5290376212017324758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5290376212017324758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/hola-im-posting-for-sake-of-posting-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3656103285907458900</id><published>2008-05-02T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:21:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya! Friday today, wanna share what happen yesterday firsty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met eligio at 1 pm like tat. Then we went to the void deck of CJ's block. Went to the playground. Saw mathew. He showed off his tuition's teacher's Bye Bye Ring Ring. The thing is actually "Please Wait While We Connect Your Call." then got music. But mathew, he was like, "You hear ah! the bye bye ring ring music." "Please wait while we connect your call."  "Hello?" No music 1. His tuition teacher pay so much attention to the phone. Then we played played. Then we met my friend. Went to find mathew again. He told us Iqbal and Adeel down there. Then we played cards. We actually wanted to play below the block. But instead we used the table at the coffee shop instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sat down. And we started chatting at first while Eligio and Iqbal were playing cards. Suddenly, the older men beside our table, crash the whole bottle of beer on the floor. 1st time encounter!! But luckily nothing hit us. Only the stinky beer la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend's bag was the worst. It got the smell of the beer. Mu hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went tuition. Found out my Pepsi Twist bottle also got the smell. So threw it away before going to tuition. Tuition was boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tuition Nazir seemed to be very scared of me. He should be. I have a thousand and one reasons to smack him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay okay.. no act of violence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i walked with my friend to the shop. Then our teacher, Ms Wu, or Ms Woo, came to buy snacks to eat. We chatted with her. She couldnt decide to buy seaweed or potato chips. Of course me and my friend's answer was both. hehehehe. Before she went back, i told her to buy hamster food for her to eat. At least more healthy. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's today.... Friday. Fry day! lol crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started school with the copying of Math Revision Paper 4. Problem sums only la! I got do hmk 1 leh.... xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went for assembly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E lesson. Totally broke a hole in my skull. I cant even figure out this. People either fall in front or behind. Why do i fall side ways? Amirul fell in a funny way. He dropped, but he was sitting like a japanese. The legs tucked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was crappy la. Ms Maslina always asks me the questions which i got wrong. So bad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i enjoyed the lesson. But!!! When everyone was gone and only the boys were left. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay la, huishun and yunjie came back.&lt;/span&gt;  There was violence all over. Gao Shan's comic book was zooming across the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was recess. I thought i was Shun Wei's kor kor. But now i became Pa Pa. Diao!! Cong Jian became Ah Ma. Berner became Ye Ye. Nazir was playing with the broken lizard tail. Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue lesson. Boring... Was sleeping the whole time. Btw, Ms Chua, you very rude leh! everytime i read halfway den u interupt me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Wong was angry. Very. Yunjie said she was cute? LOL! Math lesson kinda became Crappy Art Lesson. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the break. Zhen Nan made a BIG commotion. In case you do not know. He kept a chicken bone inside his mouth. Like a hamster. He actually bit the bone into pieces. I know bone got calcium, but do it at home!! Gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecture quite okay la. Mr. Andrew had funny eyes. Cong Jian asked me what happen to his eyes. Then eligio suddenly said this. "Just now i ask him where is the toilet but he dowan tell me. So i go and punch him." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i was singing a sentence of a song. Amirul then continued with his Paus. He was like, Chicken Pao, Dao Sa Pao, Red bean pao. Lol too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went exploring. Me, reyniel and eligio laughed like crazy. All of us became short and fat people. Especially Me and Reyniel. Eligio was so cute la! Short and super fat. Then Jagdeep joined the fun. She became a fat woman. About height of Gayathri, but size of Eligio. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got lost. The class went to see the animals. But we all got lost. We ran around. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then immediatly rushed to tuition. If you saw me, good for you. I almost lost my breath. If you didn't good for you! You couldnt see me die. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tuition like a dog. What i mean was i was panting alot! Then all the Hong Kahers were late. Nazir is getting up on my nerve. One day, i will do a extremly violent thing. Hope no one sees it. Only Nazir will experience it. xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed my friend home again. I almost got lost la! Sky so dark. But i was walking halfway. I heard a boy shouting. "Ting Ma Ma De Hua~!" lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, while i was talking bout the getting lost thingy, my eyes twitched. Did anything happen? o.O....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently No Colours In Posts. Nothing To Say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3656103285907458900?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3656103285907458900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3656103285907458900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3656103285907458900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3656103285907458900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiya-friday-today-wanna-share-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4003666169198015001</id><published>2008-05-01T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T11:18:12.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well... I guesss alot ppl misses the old CGW? i'll try, my best. btw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Labour Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;although i have no idea wad this day means,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's still a holiday and i love it!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Let's just start with yesterday. Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No homework to do, stress free!&lt;br /&gt;Once again in the parade square, there is a lion in front who eats boys? No one wants to go in front. But since i sat in front that day, i watched a good show.&lt;br /&gt;I'm puzzled. Mdm Lee at first said that we were Ladies and Gentlemen, but she said April BABIES. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bday song, the show came... Ms Ho's leg got entangled in the wires. She was like "ah!!" she ALMOST fell straight down, but i duno how she got it out, she jumped. All the lower primary was like "hahahahahahaha". Well, i giggled. It's bad to laugh at people falling you know! Then Ms Maslina was like, " Is it so funny to laugh at people's mistake!" The boys went silent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Mother Tongue.... I hate chinese. I mentioned it in my last few post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was once again boring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was recess, there is this man, always walking around the school. Anyone knows who he is? He chatted with Iqbal, then came to us. Then the man said that Nazir's name was Nassir. We all laughed, especially Iqbal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies... I laughed. Hooray! That cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math lesson. Nowadays, i kinda prefer Math then Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the break time before Math Enrichment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Tee came late. But well, at least she came. And got this woman... The Ah Pek&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im so rude..&lt;/span&gt;at the other class asked us to greet her. He asked us to call her Princess. GROSS!!!! I saw a wedding ring! I tot queen le? Haiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has this irritating weapon. The Camera! Iqbal, Amirul, Cong Jian and me were all camera shy. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. Huishun! I did IT. And Xinyi, the Thing which u asked me. High chances is Yes. It's about the He, She, They, Do, Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was tuition, so called chinese test again la. As usual all people discussed once the teacher goes out of classroom. Today's tuition so funny la!!! Got some kind of extremely gross minty thingy. At first my friend ate it, but then he got crazy. Ate alot of ice. One of the boys ate it. But b4 he eat it, the teacher say cannot spit out or else he is gay. The boy was like "ARGHHH" then after few seconds, the boy's face got red. He started drinking his water. Suddenly he push away the table. And shouted, IM GAY IM GAY! LET ME GO!!! I WANT TO SPIT IT OUT! IM GAY! Everyone went laughing. lol. And well, there was 4 stages for him. First was Boy stage. Second is Gay. Third is Eunuch. Last, he is officially a girl. Well, he did became a girl! Another boy ate it, but the first boy challenged it. He said "If you can eat half of the sweet and not spitting it out, i kowtow to you 6 times" Well, the boy said Ok la! Then he ate it, BUT! He drank his whole bottle of water la.... He said it was sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was the Inter-Tuition Spicy Sweet eating competition. It was chopped chopped. One boy took it. Cong jian took it. The Eunuch took it. And one of the girls also took it. But the one of the girl immediatly ate it. Once again the Eunuch spit it out. So officially, he's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed my friend home. He lives somewhere at Gombak MRT. Tuition was dismissed at about 9. So i reached home at about 9.30pm... Another friend also joined us. Cuz he also lived nearby. On the day, I became a father. LOL. I held their hand and cross the road. Then at the other road, my friend was eating his potato chips la. Got the car come, i put my hand straight and he banged right at it. So readers, Dont Let Food Kill You! Then we played a game. You all readers should know that the parking space right? Got the car will park there. Then got small space left behind, We tried walking. Almost did it. My shoe was stuck down there, so i nid give up. But when i was walking back home, my leg hurt a little, saw my ankle there bleeding. Took a picture, but i dowan my blog be blooody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for yesterday, Might post something about today....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4003666169198015001?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4003666169198015001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4003666169198015001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4003666169198015001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4003666169198015001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/05/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8838194023220247297</id><published>2008-04-30T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:12:44.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Few more poems to share... Everyday will be doing so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Teach me to stop caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I think of what we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Teach me to stop crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When I see you there with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Show me how to live again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;When you're not here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Show me how to fight the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;That we're not meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tell me that I'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And my life will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Without you right here by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;To hold my hand each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let these teardrops wash away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Don't let this heartbreak last...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Let me let go like you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;For you've forgotten me so fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No uttered words the poet speaks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No skies of golden hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No tales of unrequited love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;They were lost when I lost you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No words to caress his lover's heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But alone within the poet dwells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No uttered words... none left to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No music swells within his soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just silence surrounds his heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And the solitude engulfs his world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When the poet and love depart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And lost the beauty he once could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And the glory he saw each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now the poet pens his last farewell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No more love can he convey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But what's the poet's soul to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To release the love he feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For he'll surely die and wither,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If that love he now conceals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He must hide the hurt and heartache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Just smile to friends and say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm fine... love doesn't matters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And deceive them all that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For a different face he'll show them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To barricade his pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To hide his shattered spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;From the love he ne'er attained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But the pain within shall kill him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Not soon but through the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For the poet knows his anguish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When alone he sheds her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And at night when dreams come calling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;With her voice, her smile... her eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;A single tear upon his cheek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hides the pain his heart belies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For he loved her soul completely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Was consumed by beauty's bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Had shared her inner thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;But never shared her kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And when death comes to the poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And to heaven his soul ascends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He'll smile before her beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For eternity never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So will the poet regret the life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Which stole away the years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No he'll simply recall the love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;He felt in all her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And when his love has joined him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And they meet in heaven's bliss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Their regrets will quickly perish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;As they kiss their first sweet kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And the words will quickly flow again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;From my thoughts, to hand... to book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'll not write of God or Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When upon your face I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So the poet's again a poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;For the words were always there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I just didn't see much beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When your love I couldn't share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So their souls will find the love at last,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That in life they could not seek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And the poet soon finds the words in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The words... he could not speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8838194023220247297?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8838194023220247297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8838194023220247297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8838194023220247297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8838194023220247297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-more-poems-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2050443404370729785</id><published>2008-04-30T15:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:41:24.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you but no thanks. Better today after Social Studies game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just make this post lifen up.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my own words)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duno how.... posting later la~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2050443404370729785?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2050443404370729785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2050443404370729785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2050443404370729785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2050443404370729785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-but-no-thanks.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6115376619193248909</id><published>2008-04-29T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:48:02.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw some poems which i liked in the internet. Share time. The colours are not to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I never knew what love was until u came into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I never knew what real heartbreak was until u broke mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I never knew I could cry this much till u made me sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I guess I never really knew much about love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;but now that I do I have things to say to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don’t wanna hurt no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don’t wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I don’t wanna think I’m going to die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So to all the pain u have placed inside of me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Take it all back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;so I may Be once again free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When does it happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Where does it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How does it grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Who owns it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Why do you speak of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Is it fiction or non-ficiton?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Does it come from the heart or the mind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is true, love is bold...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is something hard to hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is soft and nice;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but can also melt like ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love goes from heart to heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is owned by everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is spoken by every poet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;every important person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and every other person too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is fiction,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and at the same time non-fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love comes from the mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and it also comes from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All young ones love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;as old ones do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Love is hard to get to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but sometimes it may be hard to get through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Age of six&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He loved her so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He'd let her know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I love you Grace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He'd say each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She'd just laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Till one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She turned around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And sat with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;On the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I'm sorry Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You'll find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who loves you too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Highschool came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They met again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They laughed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The things back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They began to date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He got the girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;That he'd dreamed of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But when college came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Everything changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They were far apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;With lives rearranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"We'll be fine Grace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But she had doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She turned and said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"It won't work out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I'm sorry Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You'll find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who loves you too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In their twenties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They met again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They laughed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The things back then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He took her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They began to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Their old romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Two years later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She became his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They'd be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;All of their life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They went on a drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;When it was no longer light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;They drove down the roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Of the starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The music came on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She started to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He whispered, "Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You're my everything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But then suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;In one big flash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Headlights shone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As their car crashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He saw her laying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Down on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He felt his tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Start rolling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Grace..." he cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She took his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I have to leave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Please understand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;It's always been true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But you'll find someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And you'll love again too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"No," he cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"It's always been you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I don't want someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I only want you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;And there on that street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Is where he cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hugging his love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;As she slowly died &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4423628344731489235</id><published>2008-04-29T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:15:26.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boys arent crap. Stop saying that. My mood is officially -----DEAD-----. I might just give you a i dun understand look these days. Im posting just to stop tis blog from dying. But well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was english paper 1. Dun even know wad number i chose la. Wrote alot of nonesense. no mood... chinese paper 1 today. it stinks. i hate chinese very much. Wont be talking chinese unless talking to chinese teachers. That settles it. No more chinese. I decided to be pure english, so try not to talk to me in chinese. thnx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are not crap, never was, never will.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand you.&lt;br /&gt;Are you even a guy?&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what you say about me cuz it unreal.&lt;br /&gt;Stop calling me names, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be under ur control thnx.&lt;br /&gt;I trusted you so much but your behavior makes me suspect.&lt;br /&gt;I really cant understand you.&lt;br /&gt;Are those words you say a lie?&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy life. Rmb, my smile doesnt make the world go wild, yours does.&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your kindness, but for now, i need to restore my mood of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Im dead from MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages above are all for different person. Try to find out which sentence is yours. except for the last 1, it juz xtra info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4423628344731489235?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4423628344731489235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4423628344731489235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4423628344731489235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4423628344731489235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/boys-arent-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6107018875585997416</id><published>2008-04-26T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:27:49.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay! i woke up late today. Then i went to west mall. Had KFC. Just to make Huishun hungry, heres the photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SBMesYECn_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_nkKJvFJAaU/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193528543010791410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SBMesYECn_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_nkKJvFJAaU/s320/Image014.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SBMesYECn_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_nkKJvFJAaU/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huishun, hungry alrdy hor!Then went home le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually going to play with CJ and rest. But CJ cant, so cancelled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played com, and com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Someone. Someone was telling me about surprises. Then we laughed, we chatted, we crapped. Bought somethings. Btw, to the someone, the glue is with me la~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, did very less things today. Signing off now, Goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6107018875585997416?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6107018875585997416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6107018875585997416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6107018875585997416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6107018875585997416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay-i-woke-up-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SBMesYECn_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/_nkKJvFJAaU/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-1028294136116387561</id><published>2008-04-25T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:30:57.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Its 2 days. 3hr and 30 mins to 3 days. All the boys blog are all gonna die la! Aiyo!!!! Revive them la! Dun make me the only surviver!!! To those gals out there who are still surviving, JIA YOU!!! Those who are dead, REVIVE. RITUAL!! enuf of rituals.. those are nonesense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin with yesterday alrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, a good day i should say! Not too good after that! First was mother tongue. Did compo if i am correct. Im old la! den was english. hmm. Im old again. its a days ago!!! Recess... cant rmb... Social Studies. This i surely rmb ah! Once in a while. Still make me stand up. U WATCH OUT AH SOCIAL STUDIES! okay, lets not get too violent with the post. xD! Math. Cant rmb. only rmb nvr go com lab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No broad base. Hooray!!! OH MY! I FORGOTTEN YESTERDAY THURSDAY!! SORRY SORRY!!! NOW THEN RMB!! CONTINUE TODAY LATER!! PAI SEH AH?!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOWEEEEE, TIS IS THE REAL YESTERDAY LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is friday right? okay.. im really getting old.. IM GETTING VERY HIGH. NEED TO COOL DOWN!! phew....&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER TONGUE! i can now rmb, im young again. YIPPE! hmm.. okay... nid to tink... OH YA. we did the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;Music, aiyo! the worst subject ever cuz Ms Ho teach la. stupid keyboard!&lt;br /&gt;P.E. Yay!!! dun have!!! no more straining of muscles!!!&lt;br /&gt;Recess is bad!!! nid to change clothes.&lt;br /&gt;What now...&lt;br /&gt;Er... brb go see timetable. MUA HAHAHA! OKAY ITS MATH. hehe. duno wad we did and dun care!&lt;br /&gt;English is bad bad bad. i duno why. i forgotten la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! im back with today, btw today is 25/4/08 rite? ok good.&lt;br /&gt;No P.E HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;English comprehension was OKAY LA!&lt;br /&gt;Got 1 period of english. Thank for for helping me do tat 1 page of comprehension! 3 cheers for you!&lt;br /&gt;Science. LUCKY I GOT BRING AH!! i only brought the journal. which was okay. Then we went to the library. I GOT SO ****** irritated la! that ********** was irritating me.&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;mother tongue, took chinese listening. IT STINKS. ALOT! i need fresh oxygen!!!&lt;br /&gt;went back to class. GARLIC IS THE MOST DETESTABLE THING. BUT IM NOT. IM NOT!!!! VAMPIRES ARE NOT AFRAID OF ME! IM NOT A GARLIC!!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Nazir. I HATE YOU!!! SUPER-SIZE-BOTAK-SARDINE!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much better. Where was i.. Oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;Math lesson was freako. IM NOT DREAMING. how else do i look when im concentrating.... I DID NOT PUT MY HANDS OVER MY MOUTH DURING THE ORAL!! IT WAS ON THE TABLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! too much caps.&lt;br /&gt;Then i went home. Go tuiton. but b4 i go. Nazir told me in school my pencil box was lost. i went to buy pens at the shop. $11.80. my own money of cuz. den i went up. saw the fish up there. he gave me my pencil box. ****************************************. pass me back my money!!!&lt;br /&gt;Den i saw the thing on the wall again. I HATE THAT LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1028294136116387561?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1028294136116387561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1028294136116387561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1028294136116387561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1028294136116387561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7546359196545294095</id><published>2008-04-23T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T15:50:26.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi all once again! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My temperature just gets "better" and "better" each day!&lt;/span&gt; Thanks for lending me the math worksheet~!&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I have no idea im that scary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sleeping in Mother Tongue. If you saw me lying with my head on the table, good for you~! I used alot of tissue. Not quite alot. Half a packet only la. I'm like dead. I mean my brain is dead. But i can live la! I cannot think. Once &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;think will &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;have headache.&lt;/span&gt; So math, i can totally say goodbye to you!! Goodbye Math!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson was stinky! there was no smell actually. hehe. I escaped when i did not bring Situational Writing. Hooray!!! and i still found some sand in my bag. Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess was freaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies is avg la. But most people thought that going com lab leh! Ms Cho, you ah! Did not bring social studies book! came home to find it on my table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray as Mrs Wong was extremly late! I have no idea how late cuz the clock was spoilt la! i hate the class clock la!!! Wasn't paying much attention actually..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's after school. My stomach is empty. But i have no appetite. Someone save me la! I bought the rice with da eggs at 70 cents. And i was not eating at all la! i juz scoop some and i told zhen nan "aiyo! you eat so slow la!" and he was like. "What the. You so waste food!"&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; I k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;now im &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;thin. But im not SLIM!&lt;/span&gt; okay i duno wad im saying... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You not hypier than yunjie!! I hate cheese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too. Btw, get a new shoe bag!&lt;/span&gt; My hatred in Nazir increases! Garlics can NEVER be sunburnt. Dumb dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths enrichment was boooooring. I want sleep but cannot sleep leh! Ms Chua, Mdm Yati, Ms Maslina, Ms Ong was walking around during the lesson. Wads the reason!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all those, im ending my post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7546359196545294095?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7546359196545294095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7546359196545294095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7546359196545294095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7546359196545294095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-all-once-again-my-temperature-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1999760370973583415</id><published>2008-04-22T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:36:30.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sOk.. Im back in school today. No people welcome me la! All talk about me ear. I HATE NAZIR!!! keep on calling me sunburn garlic. Don't you understand? Garlic can NEVER be sunburnt. Got accused at tuition again la. Come on la! I not so free go write whatever you all saying la!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I do not understand why you did that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I dont think i will ever understand you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;You played a prank which isn't funny before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;But i hope that this would'nt be a prank again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;When it's time to get serious, please be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Other wise, leave the other person alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that the flag-rasing thing was *marvelous*. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I cant answer you now. I need time.&lt;/span&gt; Thnx for the hot dogs btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English lesson went to the com lab. The com there totally is so so so so so slow la! Did situational writing 9.&lt;br /&gt;Mother Tongue was composition practise. Hate it la!&lt;br /&gt;Then was recess.&lt;br /&gt;After recess in the hall. "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;im not cold la. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Im juz having a terrible headache.&lt;/span&gt; Leave me alone for two days. I will be back again. Promise!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science lesson was crappy. Totally hate it la! I enjoy science ONLY when we go to AVA room to get the air-con.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo for Mrs Wong. If you are ill, not me ah! i never even see you! Mdm Koh came. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in case you do not know, the is the old woman who wears spectacles almost like Zhen nan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home immediatly! My shoulder hurts la! But the left side seems to be okay.&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Sry hor! no time gib u de present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;And btw.... I haven treat you eat lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was eating my maggie halfway when someone told me there was an emergency. I late la! sorry la! i need eat finish then was la! im a good boy. xD&lt;br /&gt;Tuition i hate you!!!! I get accused for anyhow writing names la! i'm extremely superbly freakingly veryly did not write anything on the wall or something like tat la! I not so free!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a busy guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1999760370973583415?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1999760370973583415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1999760370973583415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1999760370973583415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1999760370973583415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3254167184386003770</id><published>2008-04-21T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:42:30.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to school and everyone was like. "Woah! GarWei!"....Oral was a total failure la! Cannot think properly. Btw, someone tell me homework please!&lt;br /&gt;Examiner was Ms Ong and Ms Chua. Ms Chua's look was HORRIBLE. Scary also!&lt;br /&gt;Medicine was EWWWWW!!!!!! gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3254167184386003770?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3254167184386003770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3254167184386003770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3254167184386003770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3254167184386003770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/went-to-school-and-everyone-was-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-294081369436026849</id><published>2008-04-21T13:03:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T17:25:55.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a monday morning. And for the first time, i hate it! I woke up having a terrible headache and the skin on my neck is extremely painful. Yes yes, i became very red yesterday. And i got myself a fever. Just went to the doctor to get a MC. Ms Chua called me at about 12pm, telling me that i have to go for Oral. I WANT TO REST LA!!!! I joined them and went to Sentosa yesterday. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwjsjryPKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ao05UOEu7_s/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191563718851443874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwjsjryPKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ao05UOEu7_s/s320/Image012.jpg" width="97" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwgZzryO8I/AAAAAAAAACM/e0OV6VFHHwA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwgZzryO9I/AAAAAAAAACU/kXz9YOkzbJM/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwhpjryPFI/AAAAAAAAADU/V095G1VfusM/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191561468288580690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="214" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwhpjryPFI/AAAAAAAAADU/V095G1VfusM/s320/Image007.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwgvjryO_I/AAAAAAAAACk/-tqdLxKj7vs/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191560471856167922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="224" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwgvjryO_I/AAAAAAAAACk/-tqdLxKj7vs/s320/Image024.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwh7jryPGI/AAAAAAAAADc/gqTFyl4XKFw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwiYjryPII/AAAAAAAAADs/dWlOFK3p5SM/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwh7jryPGI/AAAAAAAAADc/gqTFyl4XKFw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191561777526226018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="189" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwh7jryPGI/AAAAAAAAADc/gqTFyl4XKFw/s320/Image011.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwiYjryPII/AAAAAAAAADs/dWlOFK3p5SM/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwiYjryPII/AAAAAAAAADs/dWlOFK3p5SM/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwiYjryPII/AAAAAAAAADs/dWlOFK3p5SM/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191562275742432386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwiYjryPII/AAAAAAAAADs/dWlOFK3p5SM/s320/Image030.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st picture. We were there waiting for the one and only Huishun!&lt;br /&gt;2nd picture. Yunjie crying?! Oh My! Hooray for Karin being there! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(she's just evading from my camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd picture. The other boys stealing bikes!&lt;br /&gt;4th picture. Is Yunjie looking at the bread? Or is it something else?&lt;br /&gt;5th picture. Hooray! Huishun finally came!! Still laughing all the way huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. My phone was kept in my bag and i did not take any pictures at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we went to Siloso beach. Nice beach i must say! But got the dumb dumb people ask us go to Palawan Beach. The sea water there was very "clean". It contains alot of seaweed and algae. Gross! We were trying to bury Theodore. But he kept on running away. I got very very ill when we were on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now. Will be posting once i came back home from Oral. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-294081369436026849?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/294081369436026849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=294081369436026849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/294081369436026849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/294081369436026849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-monday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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/_UsnOaG36-0U/SAwjsjryPKI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Ao05UOEu7_s/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-5469475138803216363</id><published>2008-04-19T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T22:48:27.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Karin!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May you enjoy this year and &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always happiness!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was Inter-School Scrabble Competition. Waited for Xinyi under her block. As usual, you're late! Went to school. Saw Rachel running home. o.O"... Waited for the team mates!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bus trip was boring!!! But Zhen 女 made it all fun! I was disturbing him all the way!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we reached, we climbed stairs. I hate that school la!!! Then i needed the restroom. I CANNOT FIND IT LA!!!! Then the first match was against erm... St. Anthony C*****... i duno how spell la! 2nd was.. I duno Hua Min Pri or St. Hilda's School. Same applies to the 3rd match. Hooray!!! Me and Yunjie lost all the way!!! Woo Hoo!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we all waited for the bus. When the teacher was saying. "Thank you all prefects and scouts. Let's cheer!" " Hip Hip!" then the girls were all saying "HOORAY!" "hip hip." "HOORAY!" "hip hip." "HOORAY!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the bus trip home, we ate mcdonald!!! Everyone at Wen Cai!!! Oh My!! Cannibals!!! I fell asleep la! Cannot blame me la! Tired must sleep mah! actually i also duno why la. i can sleep with all the noise the girls are making. Hooray for myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xinyi so violent! Almost made the rubbish bin fall! Huishun. you pushed it back with a leaf. Hooray for you~! Yunjie was taking photo of the rubbish bin? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we walked and walked till we reach the bus stop. Xinyi! You told me "can" "can".. so i go and buy can la!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EARTHQUAKE!!! THE HORROR!!!!! forget it. Patricia!!! Stop taking my photo la!!! I look ugly!!! So slow la!!!!! Xinyi thanks for the twinkle twinkle little stars and the red colour seeds! Let's all just pray for you that you can go and join the fun with them tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, Good Bye Friends! Enjoy Tomorrow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/5831043920231913771-5469475138803216363?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5469475138803216363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5469475138803216363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5469475138803216363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5469475138803216363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-karin-may-you-enjoy-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2639772173960065658</id><published>2008-04-18T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:44:11.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual school was. BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had the thingy by mdm lee. Got 3 parts. 1st, Talk by Mr Theng. 2nd, choosing your secondary school! 3rd, the reward if your house wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was boring. Choosing Sec School. Hooray for Swiss Cottage! Got the most people de!!! Cant believe lei lei, jagdeep and yu jung is going to NUS. The reward thing was boring la. I heard alot ppl want a camp again. But it's house leh!!!!! Then all the good buddies all cannot go. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. okay muz stop the H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more P.E Lesson. HOORAY!!! Got library period. it was the end for our group actually. i refer to group playing. Then the ms Sissylia came. Then she hao lian her eng. Make the word. Air. o.O"... Then was art lesson. PORK CHOP CAME. SHE CAME SO CLOSE TO ME. STILL TOUCH MY TABLE!!!! obviously its dirty liao la! Huishun, you SHOULD have saw me avoiding her. And she got that wierd perfume la! so smelly de. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;btw i hate purfume! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess. Hooray! Once again i drank a packet of milo in less than 2 mins. hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother tongue. Ms Chua, it seems you are seriously ill... But finally for once chinese lesson was not in Ms Ong's class la! Played with the Death Note. MATHS I HATE YOU!!!! During mayths lesson Wen Cai was like. "Amiruper ruper ruper. Amiruper ruper!" Then Amirul was like. "Wen CaiO. it sounds like Wen Jia You!" Social Studies. Ms Cho so stingy. Reading halfway la. still wan collect. so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Centre trip. Sian la. The bus bumpy meh? o.O" nvr feel anything leh. When we reached Science Centre, Amirul was like "Wah Dinosaur!!!!" nvr see before meh!!! Nth to say for the lecture. Got the ZZZZZZ sound from outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was EWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited so loooooong la! You are late 1 min! Bag also heavy. For More information, ask me lor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2639772173960065658?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2639772173960065658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2639772173960065658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2639772173960065658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2639772173960065658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-usual-school-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5849352177372692949</id><published>2008-04-17T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T21:29:14.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posting after 27hrs + since i posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Chua was not around again la! I hate chinese class!!! Ms Ong's Class = BORING!! Then was music. Got the music test. Quite okay, got a few notes wrong. Then was P.E.... I officially Mr Wong as a FREAK! He makes us does those crazy things without any warm-up! Legs was EXTREMELY wobbly la!!!! Recess. Nothing-to-say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths lesson. Obviously i hate it la. But today never teach. Which means. YAY!!! Then was English lesson... Did the group discussion thing. Our group did the kidnapping thingy. Which was very sian la. Then all ppl discuss discuss. Then it was our Group's Professional Presenter. The one, the only.... AMIRUL!!!! After that Ms Maslina told us bout her personal thing. Wasn't paying much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supplementary, lets not talk about it. It involves math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got emergency flag raising practise which i didn't know la! Nobody tell me de!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrabble... BORING!!!! btw, luckily i don't nid to brief! played with rachel. almost caught up la!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5849352177372692949?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5849352177372692949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5849352177372692949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5849352177372692949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5849352177372692949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-posting-after-27hrs-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-4940959164542248429</id><published>2008-04-16T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:52:12.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha! im back to po&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t after a million light y&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ars. Basically i was b&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;sy. Busy doing wad leh.. hehe. go ask huishun! btw!! che&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;g ting! you have not told me your favourite colour &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;et!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do i start... Okay! On Mond&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;y! School was su&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;er boring la!!!!!!!! CCA was fun actually... Ami&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ul, Xing Qiang, Nazir (I hate &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;ust him for accusing me), and me. We were like fighting in the library... Once again! the teacher was n&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;t around la. And since our class got dinosaur, lets not make him lonely shall we? I found a new species of dinosaur. Babisaurus. Lol, laugh at the name if you want to. But it's actually nazir. When i was shelving, i was like. "Babisaurus~~ Oh Babisaurus~~~!" After that, i went home la. But babisaurus tried to experiment with me. and the experiment was to compress solid. He pushed me to the non-fiction section... Then! he stuff me in the thing behind the shelf. and he juz PUSHED!!! Well, i also had my revenge. i &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ushed him to the end of the library, the non-fiction the&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e at the cupboard there. I put my leg&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; on the long white pip&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. and i PUSHED!!&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, hmm.... Oya its &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;esterday. (im really old)&lt;br /&gt;School was boring la. actuall&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; school is always boring. hmm.... nothing to say for tuesday actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.I HATE TODAY!!!!! TODAY, I HATE YOU&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Ms Maslina went to the class. First thing she did was... 1.NAMES CALLING.  2. INTRUSION OF PRIVACY. 3. i duno wad. but its about bringing phone to school i tink. I HATE THAT. Last time during PE lesson, nazir took my photo. But i 忍忍忍!!!! Then during recess, he told me. "You sabo me rite! I KNEW IT. YOU JUZ WANTED REVENGE" &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;AIYO!!! I TELL YOU SO MANY TIMES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IT'S NOT ME LA!!!! I BET WITH MY LIFE! I DIDN'T DO IT!!! I AM NOT THAT EVIL LA!!! I DUN STAB PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mother tongue also very fun la. Me, cong jian and reyna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;playing at the back of 6.3!We didn’t save the environment actually… We used ALOT of papers! And I liked the game!!!! Actually it started when Reyna took out a paper. Den I started guessing. Then after that, she took out another paper. (RUBBISH GIRL!!) lol. Then she wrote 10 numbers and the words. Me and Cong Jian was soppose to guess the numbers. But!!! The game become exciting. It is whether you dared to do the thing or not. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Huishun. Ur husband so cute la!!!! He did&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the monkey thingy.&lt;/span&gt;Then we had English lesson again la. It was sickening boring! Then recess. THE NAZIR PERIOD OF ACCUSING. NAZIR! DUN ACCUSE ME WITHOUT PROOF! I NEVER STABBED PEOPLE IN THE BACK! IT HURTS. IT HAPPENED TO ME! ARGHHH. NEXT TIME DUN ACCUSED LA! And…. I did something CRUEL!!!! I put a caterpillar outside the ant house. Then the ants were all climbing on it. Due to the weight of the caterpillar + the ants, the whole thing, + the plant I used to hold the caterpillar of course, fell into the ant’s house.  Poor caterpillar! Sorry I killed you!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social studies. We all go computer lab again!!! Played the Operation LadyBrinth.  It was boring! It tested people about the history of Singapore. Math lesson. For juz once, I enjoyed it! I drew, I drew, I DREW A LOT!! Then was the math supplementary. I WASTED $$$$60!!! Luckily it’s edusave. Haha! I did homework there. I DID HOMEWORK OH MY GOD!!! Without copying of course la! SHOULD be posting later after tuition. But … dun tink so la. Tuition till 9 leh!! So busy la!!! No time buy present le!!! 对不起! if i cant give presents on time~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-4940959164542248429?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/4940959164542248429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=4940959164542248429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4940959164542248429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/4940959164542248429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha-im-back-to-po-s-t-after-million.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6069000100911734352</id><published>2008-04-13T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:16:22.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGHH!!!! almost choked juz now!!! duno wad happen, after i eat im like. *cough cough cough cough cough* *cough cough cough* almost died! xD. Everyone need no worry!! im gonna enjoy the last bit of my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went to jurong point. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rmbed that pillar... o.O"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bought a printer!!!! finally!!! erm.. arhh... ooohhh.. nth to post le!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6069000100911734352?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6069000100911734352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6069000100911734352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6069000100911734352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6069000100911734352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/arghh-almost-choked-juz-now-duno-wad.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-1300946523338974905</id><published>2008-04-12T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:27:56.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Yun Jie!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;may you always be happy &amp;amp; enjoy this wonderful year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday To...... YOU!!!! Happy birthday yunjie mei! stay happy! I'm sure you will receive alot of birthday wishes from everyone!!! May you enjoy this fruitful year! Enjoy! &lt;strong&gt;YOU &lt;/strong&gt;muz always keep her happy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Broke my record today!!! Slept 11 hrs STRAIGHT! first time! except when i was a baby of course. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we got a surprise k?&lt;/span&gt;  Enjoy life everyone! I've got a question for everybody! Whats is much more important than life? Someone tell me a answer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-1300946523338974905?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/1300946523338974905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=1300946523338974905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1300946523338974905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/1300946523338974905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-to-yun-jie-may-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8173481879007473811</id><published>2008-04-11T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:05:08.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay... Mathew i hate you la. make me laugh so much at chinese class. make my stomach ache. to all those ppl tot i stomachache, im not! its juz tat i laugh to much tat my stomach ached.. Duno why la, almost all the boy tis morning saying. "aiyo, my arm so pain ah!" Btw, mdm lee, the way u said, "boy girl boy girl" so weird leh. my arm stills hurts. anyone got any medication to reccomend? erm... thats all for today. nth to post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8173481879007473811?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8173481879007473811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8173481879007473811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8173481879007473811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8173481879007473811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-7665027850661909965</id><published>2008-04-10T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:55:14.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long day... Woke up super late la. Reached school only when everyone was at parade square. Once again school was BORING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese lesson is so... fun i soppose. Mathew, you are so so so so so so so sooooo pro! Ms Chua scolding and you actually slept. Hahahaha. Music lesson was like eww la. Muz go keyboard room. When Ms Ho was playing on the keyboard, Amirul was silent. But when shes gone, he shouted "ACTION!" lol. Den as usual me and Amirul played with the Drum Kit. In case you do not know, it should be number 100. hehe. I totally hate P.E today! make my arm ache. Mr Wong is siao de la! So many push-ups and sit-ups. still muz count to ten. I hate NAPFA test. not sure how it spells. I spent my recess once again at the Volley-Ball court watching lil kids play soccer. The ball was flying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng was like eww again la. I nvr bring Pri Eng. Get 1 black sticker, and Amirul was like "aiyo garwei, black sticker again ah!" and my reply was "so red not nice la. Red group so red nice meh? add some black la. Some black makes it looks nicer." Math i hate you! and btw, classroom clock's battery i hate you too! make me feel like time pass so slow. CT mei, thnx for telling me the steps for Q32. But you go so fast la... Nvr tell me steps for Q31. Maths remedial was like ARGHHHH. Btw mrs wong, Superman does not build ships or eat 100 chickens, he saves GAY!!! lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to library, tried help find eligio find the book Nancy Drew. Anyone knows the book location please tell him thnx! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Xinyi, its just words. Say it! The coin decision was new too. lol. Xinyi, the words on the scrabble BOARD.. dun tell anyone k? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONG JIAN U SO BAD LA!!!!! SPRAY WATER AT YOUR GIRLFRIEND. SOMEMORE FROM YOUR MOUTH!!!! NEXT TIME CANNOT LIKE TAT!! OR ELSE LATER YOUR GIRLFRIEND ANGRY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. drop alot of things la!!!! water bottle, coins, pepsi bottle and etc.. Btw, no due date right? I can take my time. But, i try to do it asap k? the cockroach newS was funny la. i cant even drink my pepsi properly leh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;juz now almost  forget my pass again HAHAHAHA!!! im getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;May god bless you in wadever thing that you do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;May god bless you for everything you do for her. Rmb those promises u made long long time ago ah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7665027850661909965?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7665027850661909965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7665027850661909965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7665027850661909965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7665027850661909965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/today-was-long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8669731208484731102</id><published>2008-04-09T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:19:38.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last minute posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went for the scrabble briefing at MayFlower Pri at Ang Mo Kio. The school is freaky! can get lost de. The school is built on a slope. Incredible but true. Took taxi from west mall with ms yong. When going home halfway through the trip, i slept. LOL. i also duno why. Maybe to stop myself from fainting. Yes! i almost fainted again! cause i skipped recess and the break during after school. Ms Yong had to call me to wake me up. LOL! Ms yong told me i need to brief the scrabble players. i don't want!!!! After school walked with cong jian. Huishun... Thanks for the hit on the head. Makes me feel much more alert. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8669731208484731102?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8669731208484731102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8669731208484731102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8669731208484731102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8669731208484731102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-minute-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3212864706053639404</id><published>2008-04-09T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:19:09.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Back from tuition, posting again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again school was boring. My life was also boring these few days. Btw, xinyi jie, tat day i nt angry wit u leh... its true! juz that i annoyed/irritated/disgusted by someone's behavior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; btw if i juz faint or anything, juz ignore me hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Haizz... nth to post le... See You Soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3212864706053639404?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3212864706053639404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3212864706053639404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3212864706053639404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3212864706053639404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-tuition-posting-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-2326354045144353479</id><published>2008-04-07T19:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T19:19:27.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ELCOME &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt;NG TING!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret msg t&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;me again! btw i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;dark blue&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eh&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;. btw, im lazy to typ&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; 1 by 1 for &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;ed heh&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.. so its word by word k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; anot&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;er monday. Scrabble again... That sho&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;ld be the most boring board game ever! C&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;inese lesson si&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n la... ms ch&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;a nag again. i hate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; chinese! it stinks! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;hew! tmr shud b worst. but im getting something tmr!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;ay!!! su&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;plementary was hooray! Good&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;ye ms maslina and hope nvr to see u teach our class again! Hehe... told amirul something to&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;. " I kinda miss Mr Pua's shouting." haha... last time get used to it le. but mrs wong's shouting too 'soft' le la. Mr Pua come back and shout at 6.3&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-2326354045144353479?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/2326354045144353479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=2326354045144353479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2326354045144353479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/2326354045144353479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/w-elcome-c-he-ng-ting-secret-msg-t-i-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-5653119345059903136</id><published>2008-04-06T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T21:50:30.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope u all enjoyed the picture in my last post. hehe. huishun, u liked it rite? next time i take more let u enjoy k? today dowan type secret msg hehe. lazy to do it. takes alot of effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast sunday liao, tmr muz go sch again. im troubled by a few things. hehe. one of them very important de! but others can next time den worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to west mall, walked around, went to some shops, my huishun mei and xinyi jie, u shud noe la, i dun usually go shopping, i went to see&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; 'some'&lt;/span&gt; things. Oh ya, the Black Pepper Chicken Chop rocks! its at the food court. hehe. try it. its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for the post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-5653119345059903136?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/5653119345059903136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=5653119345059903136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5653119345059903136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/5653119345059903136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/hope-u-all-enjoyed-picture-in-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-3917561829387556129</id><published>2008-04-05T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:56:38.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_dou2G05iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g9AmvIkdgLs/s1600-h/Photo0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185728649947833890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_dou2G05iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g9AmvIkdgLs/s320/Photo0034.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hui shun ah. u said u wanted it to be posted. you got it! but anyone who sees this cannot tell i showed this ah! later he cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-3917561829387556129?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/3917561829387556129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=3917561829387556129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3917561829387556129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/3917561829387556129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/hui-shun-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_dou2G05iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/g9AmvIkdgLs/s72-c/Photo0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831043920231913771.post-7078111485151034325</id><published>2008-04-05T17:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:55:14.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;nally a saturday to relax. Alot people sunburn? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ehe... &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;m also very "hong". lolx. There is 2 messages in this post. Find it! To who i shouldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;o c&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;lled 'did' my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ery irritating &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;alth education project. 'Did' means... well we did nth actually. we ended &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;p &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;oing to little guilin to see people fishing. den w&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;lked to west mall... den from west mall walked back &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ome.. I LOVE WALKING &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;ERY MUCH!!! lol... to &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nyon&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; who is reading this &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;ost, try it. b&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;t with a friend of course. its su&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;er boring walking alone. anyone knows how dee&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt; is the water in little guilin? i tink its only about 3 or 4 metres at the starting. i not sure about the middle. I learnt something from amirul. its by telling someone something like 'I Love &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou' but like shy and dowan the person to know. Well... we did tat cuz we dowan say vulgar. and we were like 'eligio is a *$^&amp;amp;' &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; Oya. juz rmb something. I saw something which i tink tat i shouldnt tell that person what happen course it might harm some relationship. Relax... It isnt love relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-7078111485151034325?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/7078111485151034325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=7078111485151034325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7078111485151034325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/7078111485151034325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/f-i-nally-saturday-to-relax.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-6712363476017217971</id><published>2008-04-04T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T20:38:03.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol... Im posting again. Sry ah Huishun... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ant p&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;st the picture leh... Forget it. But ask me if you wa&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;t to see it. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tryin&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt; new way of posting. dont geddit nvm la... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust bored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SPORTS DAY!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;m red... very red l&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;r... 2&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;d time get sunburn... Skin freaking pain &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;a!!! those wh&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;se skin became &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ery r&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d too, too bad la... but my advice is... apply lotion... the best 1 i noe is aloe vera&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; congrat&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lat&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;on&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; to all those w&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;o won!!! s&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;per many millipede. or ce&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;tipede. I regretted not taking part leh.... LAST YEAR LE LEH!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;!! once again school is very boring lah... but luckily no nid study... ehhh... to the person who likes red. ONE PERSON AH. find out the secret message!!!! find le tell me hor... more messages will be given next time!Lol... Im posting again. Sry ah Huishun... Cant post the picture leh... Forget it. But ask me if you want to see it. trying new way of posting. dont geddit nvm la... Just bored...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-6712363476017217971?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/6712363476017217971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=6712363476017217971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6712363476017217971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/6712363476017217971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/04/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8461495607432614930</id><published>2008-03-31T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:48:49.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A FRESH NEW MONDAY!!! not so fresh actally. Morning got the.... Singapore Cocacola something... End of show so siao leh. The woman BANG! knocked onto the man. Then went back to class for English lesson which i hate the most cause got MS MASLINA!!! Then had mother tongue... Sian!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had recess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY SCIENCE LESSON!!! lols went walking again. 6/3 definately is the 'best' class in hong kah! We had to be taught how to walk but in the end we didn't learn!!!! Went to Science lab.. Was sitting in front of Gao Shan. He sure had a sotong look! Health Education time! Nazir's group started first. He Said : "the group leader is bangla. group members are IBA and.." "SARDINE" was what iqbal said. Let me explain why nazir is called Sardine k? u dun understand also nvm. Btw it was invented by Iqbal i think... He is called Sardine cause it rhymths &lt;&lt;(dunno how spell) with Naziruddin.. Simple! Then we had maths lesson. The Most Detestable Lesson. &lt;(once again i duno how to spell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school! Went back home to take my Practise Paper 8! Supplementary was BORING! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BTW!!! HUISHUN!!!! CONG JIAN GOT KICKED BY TENG KE AND WAS HURT AT THE THIGH! YOU NEVER GET WORRIED NVM! BUT MUST GET REVENGE!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okay... cannot use caps lock... i know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Had Scrabble today... Boring ! NOT FAIR!!! PATRICIA HELPED SIM XINYI AND MADE ME LOSE! Den walked wit eligio den talk about this and that. den xinyi keep on playing the 'After That' game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831043920231913771-8461495607432614930?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8461495607432614930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8461495607432614930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8461495607432614930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8461495607432614930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/03/fresh-new-monday-not-so-fresh-actally.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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-5831043920231913771.post-8718937819543579144</id><published>2008-03-31T18:49:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T19:35:02.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helllllo. back from malaysia. i guess no one knows i went msia rite? goood.. went for the qing ming jie. it was early la. bt my uncles all busy. the trip was totally bad la. Time To Share!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my lunch. also counted as breakfast. I PREFER SINGAPORE'S FOOD!! This special leh. Singapore's mcdonald dont have fried chicken but malaysia got leh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DCpGG05VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Skh-5grnrpA/s1600-h/Photo0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183857182373111122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="175" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DCpGG05VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Skh-5grnrpA/s320/Photo0023.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bus trip was super duper boring lor. But i gt this freako sitting beside me to keep me company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183863427255559618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DIUmG05cI/AAAAAAAAABE/t9hI3Ft3gcA/s320/Photo0032.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i reached the destination lo!!!! muz stay at my grandpa hse. he so old le but then he living alone in this big big house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DGPGG05YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o20tCjR6q-c/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183861133743023490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DGPGG05YI/AAAAAAAAAAk/o20tCjR6q-c/s320/Photo0033.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa rox! he does super great job at keeping flowers preeety! Here are some flower photos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DK5GG05eI/AAAAAAAAABU/B4VuLu8lQCc/s1600-h/Photo0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183866253344040418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" height="184" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DK5GG05eI/AAAAAAAAABU/B4VuLu8lQCc/s320/Photo0035.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DLHWG05fI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y3VMN2LIf5w/s1600-h/Photo0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183866498157176306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="91" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DLHWG05fI/AAAAAAAAABc/Y3VMN2LIf5w/s320/Photo0037.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DLaGG05gI/AAAAAAAAABk/pq61YDK-Swk/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DL2WG05hI/AAAAAAAAABs/cdp3LZSkUPA/s1600-h/Photo0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183867305611027986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" height="134" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DL2WG05hI/AAAAAAAAABs/cdp3LZSkUPA/s320/Photo0038.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juz saw this photo. I was walking around the house but i saw this cute little puppy looking at me! I wished i got such dog also!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183864178874836434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DJAWG05dI/AAAAAAAAABM/WR_m3QjyafU/s320/Photo0036.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute rite? Thats all for the trip! &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/5831043920231913771-8718937819543579144?l=that-dark-memory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/feeds/8718937819543579144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5831043920231913771&amp;postID=8718937819543579144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8718937819543579144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831043920231913771/posts/default/8718937819543579144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://that-dark-memory.blogspot.com/2008/03/helllllo.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05980686680739690599</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/_UsnOaG36-0U/R_DCpGG05VI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Skh-5grnrpA/s72-c/Photo0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
