<?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-2455458541427333192</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:39:16.737-07:00</updated><category term='18'/><category term='Sick'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='12/03/2009'/><category term='This is for you... Bitch..'/><category term='Wish list.'/><category term='Best Friends Outing.'/><category term='Happy day'/><category term='I need time.'/><category term='Oh My God...'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='Back'/><category term='1st post'/><category term='Shopping St.John'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Rockers'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Thanks for reading.'/><category term='money'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>BoonHwee's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-458335186367483164</id><published>2009-08-22T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T04:28:57.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's something wrong with Esther...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/So-x3-BQspI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0EGnpKxrX9A/s1600-h/Orphan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372708455575499410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/So-x3-BQspI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0EGnpKxrX9A/s320/Orphan.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 21/08/2009, I had nothing to do after my school, so as I was going home with elise, I was 'forced' by her to watch this movie with wei sien. At first, I did not have the mood to watch, but in end, I enjoyed more than the other 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story revolves around an family who is struggling to make sense of life after the loss of an third child. The couple, Kate and John , then decided to adopt a child in an attempt to regain a sense of normalcy to their strained relationship. They welcome to their family Esther, an adorable, talented and extraordinary 9-year old. Then trouble begins when Kate realizes something is wrong with Esther...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah Bah Bah, a girl(I kill her if I'm Esther) was pushed. The sister of the orphanage was killed. A boy was threaten that if he tell anyone what he saw, his "hairless little prick before he knows what it's used for" will be cut off. A man was being seduced and was killed. A cazy little woman was killed by another cazy woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I give this movie a 4 out of 5 stars. as the movie fooled the audience by making so many scenes to appear like a typical horror film with a different twist in the end. Where you would have the mind that " I know she's going to come out after this", but in the end, you'll be fooled. And of course, we'll have to thanks the the two young actess who have done a good job in this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-458335186367483164?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/458335186367483164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-something-wrong-with-esther.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/458335186367483164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/458335186367483164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-something-wrong-with-esther.html' title='There&apos;s something wrong with Esther...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/So-x3-BQspI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0EGnpKxrX9A/s72-c/Orphan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-8870982065206946179</id><published>2009-08-12T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:55:03.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it..</title><content type='html'>She have been nagging me about O level almost everyday...&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good listening to her.&lt;br /&gt;But what she said was truth.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop going out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-8870982065206946179?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8870982065206946179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8870982065206946179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8870982065206946179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-it.html' title='Damn it..'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-2534362878598220342</id><published>2009-08-11T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:03:46.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11/08/09</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Blog what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got myself a psp,&lt;br /&gt;lending my psp to others(where I don't get to play)&lt;br /&gt;gain a little more weight,&lt;br /&gt;my hair got longer.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, work and SJAB&lt;br /&gt;Had a peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I need to get a new shoes, handphone and a Ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Time to study Math and English.&lt;br /&gt;Go burn some fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my shoes are torn.&lt;br /&gt;The handphone I'm using is not mine.&lt;br /&gt;I feel even more BORING when WATCHING people playing my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;My Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to go work.&lt;br /&gt;Go Orchard to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Go starhub to buy my Handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ipodnano/"&gt;www.apple.com/ipodnano/&lt;/a&gt; to buy the red NANO.&lt;br /&gt;Spent more time to study.&lt;br /&gt;Go do some work out weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-2534362878598220342?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2534362878598220342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/110809.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2534362878598220342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2534362878598220342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/110809.html' title='11/08/09'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-2857094042940001735</id><published>2009-08-10T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:15:09.781-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I need time.'/><title type='text'>No Time to blog</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I blog.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things had happen.&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Alot of things needed to buy.&lt;br /&gt;No cash.&lt;br /&gt;Have to work.&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;School make me tired and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Use time to sleep and study.&lt;br /&gt;No time to blog.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back for post 2morrow then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-2857094042940001735?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2857094042940001735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-time-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2857094042940001735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2857094042940001735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-time-to-blog.html' title='No Time to blog'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-7941754825831330027</id><published>2009-06-22T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:33:40.777-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks for reading.'/><title type='text'>Thanks for reading.</title><content type='html'>I have been having bad mood these few days due to this. And I have been putting these in my mind being locked for a long time and I do think it's time for me to unlock this. And tell you straight that i'm sick and tired of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is your plan of making me to leave, fine, I'll leave, cause it's truth that you are doing better than me and I do feel that I'm a nothing here. I think it will be better for me to leave. But not now, cause I have put by reason that if I leave now, I won't be back forever. I liked to be in this place, all the hardship and fun I had experience, I'll never forget them. But the main reason for me to leave is You! Are you happy now? I'm know you are. But who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please tell me that you don't like me and the reason why? Cause I want to know this ever since I know that you don't like me. And don't tell anyone or me that you don't know why and start to act innocence. You should know the reason, cause it's so obvious that you don't like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that I'm not giving much effort to it, but what abouts others who did not even? It's ok, cause they are your friend. But I'm not, never will I be. And why must you think that I would do something wrong even if I will not be doing it? Why must think negavite things about me and then make both of us mad? Why don't you just trust me for a single second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somethings can't be control, just like how you don't like me and why I started too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of doing stuff. And maybe that's where bad attitude and poor response came from, cause I don't feel like giving in effort to do things. I just want to be me, not someone else, although I do agree about being like what you want? But is the pit really that important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, I have to thank you all to help me and let me know that I'm not right to be in this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-7941754825831330027?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7941754825831330027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-for-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7941754825831330027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7941754825831330027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-for-reading.html' title='Thanks for reading.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-2756873291876490547</id><published>2009-06-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T06:49:21.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is for you... Bitch..'/><title type='text'>This is for you... Bitch..</title><content type='html'>For the past few years, i always felt that there are a gap between you and me. Although I have been trying to be friendly to you and try to be nice to you. You never had given me a &lt;strong&gt;F**King chance&lt;/strong&gt;, but even try to hurt me with words and actions. I always can feel that you think I'm &lt;strong&gt;disgusting&lt;/strong&gt; . I don't &lt;strong&gt;F**king&lt;/strong&gt; know why you do this to me, cause you never gave me a reason. NEVER.. But now, I don't &lt;strong&gt;F**king&lt;/strong&gt; care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that you think I'm ugly? So? At least I know that I'm not that good looking, at least I know that and I won't say someone is ugly or fat. but You are not better than me, You ARE worst than me, because You are UGLY and FAT! And you go around saying I'm Fat! Come on, Get a LIFE! stop making someone feel sad to make youself happy! &lt;strong&gt;MARK MY WORDS, BITCH, YOU ARE BOTH OF YOUR BODY AND HEART ARE UGLY and FAT! AND NO ONE LIKED YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people Saying bad stuff indirect at me! Please know that no one's perfect, you're not prefect too. You told me that I shouldn't do this and that, but you let others do it or you yourself did that too! And please say anything that did not even happen! And blame me about that thing that you had image! Please at least show some poof! Fine, maybe it's too difficult for you, Please something atleast Others can believe! AND IF ANYTHING WENT WRONG, i'M THE 1ST SUP &lt;strong&gt;MARK THIS TOO, BITCH, PLEASE DON'T BE BIAS to ME, IF YOU DON"T LIKE ME, JUST SAY IT RIGHT AT MY FACE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Don't think you can act &lt;strong&gt;innocence&lt;/strong&gt; and make me the bad guy! Don't say that you don't know why you are doing this to me and saying you forget stuff easily. &lt;strong&gt;COME ON&lt;/strong&gt;! IT's so easy for a 3rd party to know that we are not close, although we have known each other for so long. And You always won't say anything thing to me. Unless it's bad stuff or something important(something that need my help) And for those that know me well, they all know that I not that hard to get along. But I had a hard time to get along with you. Some times when I see you, I would at least say Hi or sometime, I want to say something to you, you would just think you didn't see anything or walk off. Come on, You think I did all that cause I &lt;strong&gt;liked &lt;/strong&gt;you? Haha!! I did all that cause I think that you never had a real friend, I just feel you're a &lt;strong&gt;poor human&lt;/strong&gt; that did not know that you &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt;! So I just pity you about it. &lt;strong&gt;MARK THIS ALSO, STOP ACTTING INNOCENCE AND THINK YOUU'RE INNOCENCE, YOU ARE BIG FAT LIAR AND YOU KNOW IT! IF YOU REALLY ARE THAT GREAT, TELL IT IN MY FACE THAT YOU DON'T LIKED ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND if you think it's you, &lt;strong&gt;THIS POST IS FOR YOU. DON'T GO AROUND AND SAY THINGS ABOUT ME, CAUSE YOU YOUSELF ARE UGLY AND FAT! DON'T CRY AFTER READING CAUSE NO ONE WILL PITY YOU, YOU F**KING BITCH! AND A GIFT FOR YOU READING THIS, _ l _, BITCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-2756873291876490547?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/2756873291876490547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-for-you-bitch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2756873291876490547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/2756873291876490547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-for-you-bitch.html' title='This is for you... Bitch..'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-3682523195395907006</id><published>2009-06-18T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T00:31:29.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dots. I'm going to St John Camp tomorrow, and I'm missing 5 days of work because of this. Hai, if I did work, I counld have gotten the RED Nano by next week. And use the pay of next week to buy something more meaningful. Anyway, I'll blog about the camp when I come back, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-3682523195395907006?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3682523195395907006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3682523195395907006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3682523195395907006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-3272868782690548326</id><published>2009-06-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T07:33:39.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><title type='text'>Oh god... My holiday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone. It's damn long since I have blog. So I just want to share with you what I am goin to do in my 3 weeks holidays. Hai... First off, for 1st week, I'll need to prepare and go for the St John camp. Then for 2nd and 3rd week, I'll try to work as much as I can. It may sound boring for you, but you will have to blame that I have a expensive buying list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nokia N5800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071944907486050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SjEQG_Pkc2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cNE1OcxAa2k/s320/nokia-tube-n5800-xpressmusic-multi-detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ipod NANO(Look at the beautiful red Nano!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346071736817213682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SjEP64C-4PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/R3kqdKZowHg/s320/nano4g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a revoltage bag, shoes and etc..... Ah... Okok, I should just stop adding stuff to it. But I got my reasons, you know? Ok, I'll be back soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-3272868782690548326?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3272868782690548326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-god-my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3272868782690548326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3272868782690548326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-god-my-holiday.html' title='Oh god... My holiday..'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SjEQG_Pkc2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cNE1OcxAa2k/s72-c/nokia-tube-n5800-xpressmusic-multi-detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-7473858951940271603</id><published>2009-05-20T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:10:34.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy day'/><title type='text'>TP Girl.</title><content type='html'>Today, I skip my swimming test, because I know that I'll fail it anyways. So I went to school around 10. I took 856 to Yishun and came back to change bus 969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wait, I look at where the bus would come from. Then a girl in shirt and jeans with a not that long hair walk toward the bus stop.She look cool from far, but as she got nearer, I find out that She kinda cute. No, SHE is &lt;strong&gt;Cute&lt;/strong&gt;(her face, I meant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when bus 969 came, we hop into the same bus. LOL. I was somehow happy about it. Although it's a peak hour, I somehow got a sit and who knows, She was sitted in front of me. She then switch on her red laptop(Viao) and putted on her headphone and do her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked shy and cute the whole trip(although I was sleeping 1/2 way). When we reached Tampines, she walk her out of the bus as if she was late or somthing like that. i then walk the other side of the interchange and took bus 31 to School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of her the whole afternoon. And from what I can see, I belive that she is from TP. So now, I name her TP girl and hope that I see her soon. And it'll be another reason for me to take bus to school. ^ ~ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-7473858951940271603?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7473858951940271603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tp-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7473858951940271603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7473858951940271603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tp-girl.html' title='TP Girl.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-5277727109702929679</id><published>2009-05-13T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T08:04:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate SMRT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgrbS-q7tyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N8ychIGKg-o/s1600-h/4186_1083750847136_1027290471_30215174_117341_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335317827680974626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgrbS-q7tyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N8ychIGKg-o/s320/4186_1083750847136_1027290471_30215174_117341_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look like&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;盧廣仲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; in this pic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a normal day for me. Right untill when I started to went home. The mrt was stuck at Toa Payoh for 8 mins. Then in Bishan, we was told to take the next train. Then when we stop at Ang Mo Kio, we were told to get out again and wait for the next train. But right before the train can even come, we were told to take other transports. I took 10 mins to squeeze out of the Mrt station. WTF!! I had to ask the people there how to go to Sembawang(I have to take 2 buses then take the mrt at Yishun). Just when I Got into the Bus(where I had wait for 10 mins), I saw the MRT having people in it. OMG. I had to stop at Yio Chu Kang and take the MRT. Then it's 9 somthing when I reach home. And I emo for the 2 hours? OMG. I need a mp4 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I should have took the Bus or even the other way round. Never mind, I'm too tired to complain anymore. Got to go, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5277727109702929679?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5277727109702929679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-smrt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5277727109702929679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5277727109702929679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-smrt.html' title='I hate SMRT!!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgrbS-q7tyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/N8ychIGKg-o/s72-c/4186_1083750847136_1027290471_30215174_117341_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-3885009201600924349</id><published>2009-05-05T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:03:07.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rockers'/><title type='text'>Updated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Is A HUGE Carrier!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgAwi6DnNuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VuNwg52cC08/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332315335064762082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgAwi6DnNuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VuNwg52cC08/s320/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi everyone, I post this becase it's been a about 1 week since I last blog. Dots. It's not because I'm lazy, as I was very busy with my school life. Anyway, I went with &lt;strong&gt;Wei Sien, Jia Yun &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; Kelly &lt;/strong&gt;to&lt;strong&gt; City Hall,&lt;/strong&gt; due to the fact that Wei Sien wanted to buy her dear bag. So we went there and wait for kelly to come before we can buy the bag( from 4skin) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As soon as kelly reach, we went to buy wei sien's bag and wallet( from Puma) at Marina Square. Then we went Heeren for our Dinner at Subway. And we took alot of Photos when we rest there.And we walk around Heeren, Paragon before we stared to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rocker!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332324485648304722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgA43iovSlI/AAAAAAAAADs/Q6bfmvONK8M/s320/DSC03565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332324487130774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgA43oKL-pI/AAAAAAAAADk/dljYMCLmFcc/s320/DSC03561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332322586502000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgA3I_w-beI/AAAAAAAAADE/eSALVPIq6zA/s320/DSC03572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332322586552107874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgA3I_87A2I/AAAAAAAAADM/eOYU3s54-IE/s320/DSC03576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgA2zk0LTsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dvynrDHQ8eQ/s1600-h/DSC03565.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-3885009201600924349?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3885009201600924349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/updated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3885009201600924349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3885009201600924349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/05/updated.html' title='Updated!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SgAwi6DnNuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VuNwg52cC08/s72-c/DSC03524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-8799559794147289135</id><published>2009-04-23T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:09:20.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18'/><title type='text'>'Happy' 18..</title><content type='html'>Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;today is my 18th birthday. And should I say it's not a 'normal' 1? Cus normal people would have his/her birthday 'grand', while I spent like a normal day. But what can I do? My school end at 5. And everyone have no mood to celebrate it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a early dinner with my dear friends and have brithday cake with my parents. And that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sad or angry. Well, It's just nothing to be proud about. And it's just a normal day and will be a part of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy brithday to me. ^ ~ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-8799559794147289135?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8799559794147289135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8799559794147289135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8799559794147289135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-18.html' title='&apos;Happy&apos; 18..'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-7283480629757161286</id><published>2009-04-22T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T06:39:09.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Level= MCQ?</title><content type='html'>Hi, all human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I have overcome this person who is so smart that he thought that O level is all about MCQ and only alittle writing. WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean people spent 4/5 years of their life just to study some MCQ stuff?? And now there's people who fail them and have to come ITE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this person said that Higher Nitec is harder than O/N level, because there's no MCQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people who took O/N level( or those who are taking soon) may ask who is this guy, and I have to tell you that he's my &lt;strong&gt;Course Manager&lt;/strong&gt;. Someone like a HOD. After hearing this, I feel like banging his head to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That it for now, Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-7283480629757161286?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/7283480629757161286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-level-mcq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7283480629757161286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/7283480629757161286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-level-mcq.html' title='O Level= MCQ?'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-3830384883165927288</id><published>2009-04-19T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T07:06:48.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sick'/><title type='text'>Sick..</title><content type='html'>Dots... Due to the work yesterday, I caught myself fever and cold. Hmm.. I only can say that I may feel hot this min and suddenly feel cold the next min. Hai... U may ask why i'm blogging at this time and not sleeping? Cus I have Sleep for the whole afternoon. And want to do something to get me into sleep(again)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go, humans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-3830384883165927288?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3830384883165927288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3830384883165927288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3830384883165927288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/sick.html' title='Sick..'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-8163471165329707294</id><published>2009-04-13T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:40:00.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oh My God...'/><title type='text'>Oh My God...</title><content type='html'>Oh My God... Today is my 1st of my ITE School life. OMG! That came to my mind for at least 30 times today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met Elise at 7 30 and we took the mrt to Simei. And walk down to our school. Hai.. Didn't think that I'll want to have friends with other people. Then when we reach there, we found out that we counld not find Elise name on the list. OMG. But we manage to find a teacher help Elise to her class. Who know that He is her form teacher. And when I look for my name, I could not find mine too. OMG. But I knew that I'll be in the class 1. Cus I'm a Good student and thus, I find myself a SL A.K.A. BL(Bridge Leader) who help me find MY Form teacher, Mr Tan WH. OMG? What kind of name was that for a SL? I don't know and don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got our Ice breaking. OMG! The games are so boring and they're treating us like Sec1s. And also, they kept dancing and sing for 1/2 of the time. I'm sure that they want to show that BL are fun and want people to join them. And so, i spent half of the time sms ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, but there's no/little connection in the bloody hall! So I switch on and off my Handphone, OMG(again)! The battery went flat due to the On/Off, but I did charge the bloody Handphone for 7 hours? OMG. Didn't chat with people anymore for 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Emo for the bloody 5 hours(which is like 5 years?). And just as I thought I can have lunch with Elise, I found out that She ended hers. OMG. And I ate my lunch alone, but people were chatting like hell. Which made me felt weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk around the school and thought people were looking at me. Dots/OMG. I almost got depression due to all. And my class, hmm... Don't ask me about this. Can't chat like what did in my normal way. OMG. Don't think they would know my name by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Team building, it's so bored and they say there will be prize if we win. And everyone work like hell. But in the end, they didnt even say who won the games. And the BL spent another 1/2 hour to promote their CCA. OMG. Waste my time and it hurts my eyes and ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just when I thought the SAF talk could end early. OMG. It end 30 mins later. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I met Elise and Wei Sien and we went Tampines Mall. Kelly joined us and we went for dinner. And I chat and laugh like never before. Due to the Emoing. And we went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-8163471165329707294?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8163471165329707294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8163471165329707294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8163471165329707294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-8842938589583924770</id><published>2009-04-12T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T07:20:51.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><title type='text'>I'm proud of them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SeH3Bo2iLII/AAAAAAAAABs/hfJEO2KqkPs/s1600-h/Image008%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323807842046717058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SeH3Bo2iLII/AAAAAAAAABs/hfJEO2KqkPs/s320/Image008%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brithday cake For Benjamin, Wee Eng, Chee Kwong and ME!(them is not this cake)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went SJAB HQ for Fac. And I'm the marshal for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah bah bah. And alot of stuff happen and as we thought this year would be like last year(3rd/4th), &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Girls got a 1ST-RUNNER Up FOR US!! OMG!! &lt;/strong&gt;They beat &lt;strong&gt;NAN YANG Girls&lt;/strong&gt;(who's strong, man, smart)&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;And was 8 marks(I think) away from &lt;strong&gt;champion! &lt;/strong&gt;Dots. And maybe it's because our dear You Wei say that if they got at least 2nd, he'll treat them to Soul Garden. Then the girls work harder than before(Cus they want to eat meat!) and then they got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la. I do believe that they have been putting 101% of their effort into the trainings and try to train whenever they can and that the result they got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you can see, the cake on the top was a cake given by SJ officers. Thanks, Cus It look cool(it have a pair of BIG boobs) and well, taste great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Got To Go, as I have to go school tomorrow. And Thanks girls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-8842938589583924770?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/8842938589583924770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-proud-of-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8842938589583924770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/8842938589583924770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-proud-of-them.html' title='I&apos;m proud of them!'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SeH3Bo2iLII/AAAAAAAAABs/hfJEO2KqkPs/s72-c/Image008%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-6296340794092999554</id><published>2009-04-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:05:11.133-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Starting school soon.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start school the coming monday. And i have to tell you that I don't have the mood to go. &lt;strong&gt;Because I want to work! I want more cash!&lt;/strong&gt; But they told me that " If you don't come for 1/2 day without reason, you will be mark as &lt;strong&gt;MIA&lt;/strong&gt;(Missing in action), then we'll &lt;strong&gt;expel you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I wonder how bad students skip school sia? I mean I'm not a bad student, I got valid reason : &lt;strong&gt;'Because I want to work! I need more cash'&lt;/strong&gt;. See!? This &lt;strong&gt;show&lt;/strong&gt; that I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my job and also &lt;strong&gt;show&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm &lt;strong&gt;poor&lt;/strong&gt; and thus cannot &lt;strong&gt;abandon&lt;/strong&gt; it that easily. Lol, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my history skills&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; have not been worsen for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK&lt;/strong&gt;, I have to go, due to my &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;brother. Bye. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-6296340794092999554?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6296340794092999554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-school-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/6296340794092999554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/6296340794092999554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/starting-school-soon.html' title='Starting school soon.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-5925935245313020326</id><published>2009-04-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:41:08.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway,</title><content type='html'>Anyway, just wanted to blog what happen today. 1st, before I went to work, I met up with Zhi Hui and Elise to pay their O level fees(which took less than 1 min). Today, Jia Yun and i was under Jason, while ZH was under Zhong Jin. And there's some fight between a Malaysian and a Singaporean( which sound dumb, so didn't want to go into details).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after work and dinner, went shopping with Toh You Wei. And i remembered that I did told him to bring cash for the can foods. Damn! He blame me for not sms him, when I did told twice(at least) on phone! But luckily, Kah Sing was there with her NETS. Then went back home. And decided to do a Wish List for friends. And Blog what happen today. And That's it. Thank you for reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5925935245313020326?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5925935245313020326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5925935245313020326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5925935245313020326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/anyway.html' title='Anyway,'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-814088854483268627</id><published>2009-04-02T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T08:30:44.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wish list.'/><title type='text'>Wish list.</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back, but not from my brother's evil hand. Today, I'll share my wish list for my birthday(which is coming 3 weeks later![23/2009]) You( pointing the 1 reading) can pay the full sum or share it with others or tell me to pay a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This MP4( No pink)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320110875344649554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SdTUp2qcPVI/AAAAAAAAABM/O-fZpeqW4WM/s320/mp41.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This hoody(from Topmens)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320111663010493474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SdTVXs8nNCI/AAAAAAAAABU/XjSDYzGLTqg/s320/37H82TRED_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Headphone(White/Red/Black)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320112940910278194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SdTWiFfqdjI/AAAAAAAAABc/EBuPSxZHugU/s320/rp-htx7-w1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This bowtie&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320114570269447346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SdTYA7VKVLI/AAAAAAAAABk/W-zMa6hpPG4/s320/83T07WRED_thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And a vest and a bag that the picture which i could not find. Call me/sms me to find out more. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                        By,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                             Boon Hwee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2455458541427333192-814088854483268627?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/814088854483268627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/814088854483268627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/814088854483268627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/04/wish-list.html' title='Wish list.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SdTUp2qcPVI/AAAAAAAAABM/O-fZpeqW4WM/s72-c/mp41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-874981083138097232</id><published>2009-03-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:07:46.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Back'/><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>Hi. My evil Brother have been using the com for the whole week, so i could not post anything up untill now. Well, I don't want to talk much, but alot of things happen and that's it. Thank you for wasting 2 mins of your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-874981083138097232?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/874981083138097232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/874981083138097232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/874981083138097232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-5389330307909386514</id><published>2009-03-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:23:16.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends Outing.'/><title type='text'>Best Friends Outing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;LOL! Today, I went out with Zhi Hui, Jia Yun, Wei Sien, Kelly, Elise, Rui Mei, Jin Zhi. We went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Street Fighter(Chun LI). &lt;/strong&gt;It's a so-so Movie. To me, if you don't like fighting, don't watch, cus nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;But saw alot of movie that I want to watch! Example, &lt;strong&gt;Friday the 13th. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Then we went Street Japanese Food( or something like that) to take a look. But didn't buy anything. And went &lt;strong&gt;New Wang Hong Kong Cafe, &lt;/strong&gt;for dinner. Then went home, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314950000865692290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/ScJ-3bCPyoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dlZ1HFEz12I/s320/2646_1054405353517_1027290471_30165598_3653996_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jin Zhi, ME(playing JY's hair), Jia Yun, Wei Sien,Zhi Hui, Elise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314949987718293058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/ScJ-2qDqZkI/AAAAAAAAAA0/F-ctpq1ZqbY/s320/2646_1054404993508_1027290471_30165589_5950569_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me with Wei Sien's Bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5389330307909386514?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5389330307909386514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-friends-outing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5389330307909386514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5389330307909386514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/best-friends-outing.html' title='Best Friends Outing.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/ScJ-3bCPyoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/dlZ1HFEz12I/s72-c/2646_1054405353517_1027290471_30165598_3653996_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-5341748122273582107</id><published>2009-03-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:27:19.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12/03/2009'/><title type='text'>12/03/2009</title><content type='html'>Yeah! Today, Jia Yun, Zhi Hui and I went to the IT fair at &lt;strong&gt;SUNTEC &lt;/strong&gt;and keep using &lt;strong&gt;N5800 &lt;/strong&gt;when i get to tounch it.&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;And before we meet up, I wondering if the three of us can wear 黑、白、灰. And so i wore Black( 黑), think that Jia yun would wear White(白)and Zhi Hui would wear Gray(灰). But in the end, only got 1 right, so there's only 黑 and 灰.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walkwalk, we went Heeren by our foot. rest, then walk to Far East and ZH and JY brought &lt;strong&gt;B.B.F.&lt;/strong&gt;, while i brought &lt;strong&gt;Fried Mars Bars.&lt;/strong&gt; Then went back to sembawang for SJ meeting. That's  it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5341748122273582107?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5341748122273582107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/12032009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5341748122273582107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5341748122273582107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/12032009.html' title='12/03/2009'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-5781592457337618003</id><published>2009-03-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T06:44:56.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Detroit Metal City</title><content type='html'>Today, I went CWP with Jia Yun and Zhi Hui. As we went to &lt;strong&gt;Pizza Hut &lt;/strong&gt;for our lunch. LOL, the 3 of us together ordered Chicken &lt;strong&gt;Royale Baked Pasta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went for FAC training. And then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SbZ5mwSQXwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PUARNYvinWE/s1600-h/2900135210_313879b51b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311566517233540866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SbZ5mwSQXwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PUARNYvinWE/s320/2900135210_313879b51b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as i watch Youtube, I saw this movie trailer: &lt;strong&gt;Detroit Metal City. &lt;/strong&gt;It is about a shy and gentle young man(who is &lt;strong&gt;L from Death Note)&lt;/strong&gt; who dreams of a career as a pop musician, but he's ended up as the lead singer of a death metal band called “Detroit Metal City.” Rumored to be a demon, to have killed and raped his parents, to wield his giant death penis with abandon,etc, etc. But he did not like it, yet, he have to keep this secret from friends and family. So, yea, if anyone want to watch, &lt;strong&gt;Call&lt;/strong&gt; me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5781592457337618003?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5781592457337618003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/detroit-metal-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5781592457337618003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5781592457337618003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/detroit-metal-city.html' title='Detroit Metal City'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdmo2nO3NQ4/SbZ5mwSQXwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PUARNYvinWE/s72-c/2900135210_313879b51b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2455458541427333192.post-3641286567873249280</id><published>2009-03-09T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:21:18.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping St.John'/><title type='text'>Going Out.</title><content type='html'>Have been going out these few days and alot of things happen. Well, I'll start with Friday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, I went to cut my hair with Zhi Hui, as Jia Yun was not free. Then i went training for SJAB. 1st, the attendance was really bad. And a lot of SL and ASL were not there. Plus the Duty NCO was not really doing her job. 4 Lance Corporal got promoted to Corporal. then we got our Foot drill and TOC And after that, You wei, the cadets and i ran around the school. LOL, maybe getting old le, can't run like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba ba ba.. After training, we went SSC for our dinner, but could not find a Hala restaurant and thus, we went to Fish and Chicks(beside SSC) which look good and nice outside. Yes, I mean Outside! Becasue just when we got sitted, there's bugs flying around! And there's so many staff there, but only 1 offered to come and take our order. And it does not worth the price, as i ordered some chicken chop and the chicken was so small and does not taste to what I expected. I would rather order my chicken chop in the food court which would be cheaper, bigger and tast better. But the milk shake is some how nice. Anyway, Ying Ru treat us cookies from &lt;strong&gt;Subway!&lt;/strong&gt; While &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; treat the rest with sweets from &lt;strong&gt;Diaso! &lt;/strong&gt;Then we all went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, I woke up at &lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;/strong&gt;and went HQ with the Nursing team and You wei. We had our breakfast at the market and after bringing the Girls up to the Nursing room, We were shocked! Cus Wei Qiang thought the KOTO was on that day. But after calling Mr Chen, we found out that it was on MAY. And thus , show that He did not check the notice board. Then we went &lt;strong&gt;StarBucks&lt;/strong&gt; to plan about the hiknig. And all That, I went Heeren and meet up with Zhi Hui and Jia Yun. And we watch the Movie: 'PUSH', it's something like X-men and the funny part was that it happen in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walk down to Far East as we window shop for 2 hours? And brought B.B.F( beer batter fish) for dinner. It taste damn good and it's only $4.80! Then we went Wisma and window shop again. Saw Nokia's N5800, a Handphone that i wanted. We went home at about 9. And that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-3641286567873249280?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/3641286567873249280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3641286567873249280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/3641286567873249280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-out.html' title='Going Out.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-6968145683788251185</id><published>2009-03-01T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:25:46.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Needed more money</title><content type='html'>I have been working for these past few days and last night, I kinda hurt my back! I could feel the pain when i was sleeping untill now? And i woke up at 11 something( wanted to wake up at 8)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted more money, as i need to pay my O level fee.. I Want a new bag! A new handphone(Cus mine can't read the SD card)! A new berms/shorts! A new shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not forgetting my dear mouth, which need something nice/special in it every one/two week. So i will work as much as i can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-6968145683788251185?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/6968145683788251185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/needed-more-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/6968145683788251185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/6968145683788251185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/03/needed-more-money.html' title='Needed more money'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-570207222177343693</id><published>2009-02-23T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:54:33.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1st post'/><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Thank you very much, ZH. For editing my blog and telling me that yellow 'WANG' us this year. so she made it yellow and not Red(my favorite colour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my 1st post and Hope that every1 will have great day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note that all post will be short and easy.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-570207222177343693?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/570207222177343693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/570207222177343693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/570207222177343693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</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-2455458541427333192.post-5066499802198652133</id><published>2009-02-23T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:10:41.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Testing testing 123.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2455458541427333192-5066499802198652133?l=my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/feeds/5066499802198652133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/testing-testing-123.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5066499802198652133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2455458541427333192/posts/default/5066499802198652133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-shorts-stories.blogspot.com/2009/02/testing-testing-123.html' title=''/><author><name>ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06295372464288439681</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
