<?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-6747723238121954682</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:35:48.539+08:00</updated><category term='My biggest wish'/><category term='NEXT WEEEEEEK SCHOOL REOPEN'/><category term='revenge'/><category term='friends.'/><category term='4 months and im still thinking of you'/><category term='aww pasir ris.'/><category term='did u read this?'/><category term='HAH'/><category term='Curses on all of you.'/><category term='Lovers to Friends.'/><category term='LMAOOMFGWTF'/><category term='exams'/><category term='xD'/><category term=';) all the best.'/><category term='is you at my door step.'/><category term='what?'/><category term='i dint know my belly is so talented.'/><category term='dude. what the fuck?'/><category term='im fuckED'/><category term='photos'/><category term='not happy? FUCK OFF.'/><category term='Short eh'/><title type='text'>My world, my life.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3313265137346993394</id><published>2009-12-30T11:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:07:46.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time past..</title><content type='html'>Time past..&lt;br /&gt;Days,&lt;br /&gt;Weeks,&lt;br /&gt;soon eventually it will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me at 12 midnight.. it shocked me, you wanted to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;So ok. the next day we talk on phone again. Was fine.&lt;br /&gt;Especially last night.. Told me that your going to sleep. Well you called someone else instead. &lt;br /&gt;I know.. I just dont wish to say anything. Because the guilt is in you not me.&lt;br /&gt;Somemore, im not your anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now can  "flash" to others..&lt;br /&gt;I thought and i was hoping it was only me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to see you, and i dont wish to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you returning with a dirty heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was another lie again.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty wasnt good enough for you huh?&lt;br /&gt;I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls me when you want to talk to me.. Seriously.. What am i? A spare tire again?&lt;br /&gt;Want to contact, keep contacting. &lt;br /&gt;How many times i told you dont play with feelings.&lt;br /&gt;remember that you "flashed" to me. It cant be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;And i want it. I did not throw away. remember that,&lt;br /&gt;I DID NOT THROW ANYTHING AWAY. I was appriciating everything..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3313265137346993394?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3313265137346993394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3313265137346993394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-past.html' title='Time past..'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-6635530964632859720</id><published>2009-12-21T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T17:33:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good.</title><content type='html'>Going 2 weeks, writing all this by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday wondering what are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that your in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that your happy.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling that your giving love to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it felt good to watch people suffer the way i am, like how they treated me.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you to return things to me. I want you to keep it as memory,&lt;br /&gt;hoping you will come back to me, showing the meaning of care.&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone else got inside your pants..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your not going to see me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that, you ran away. &lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-6635530964632859720?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6635530964632859720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6635530964632859720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/good.html' title='good.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-5300582560332495370</id><published>2009-12-19T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:45:08.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I am still walking away. Further away from you.&lt;br /&gt;Your still choosing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that, "people treats you bad, you will treat them the same way."&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, i did not break up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Comparing others of your ex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did nothing bad to you?&lt;br /&gt;So your just saying that i treat you bad?&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Life, or love, its just so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to went out, to have fun with friends, but its like, pain killer.&lt;br /&gt;Once i reach home, stepping inside my house, my room, its like stepping into hell.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, i wish you will be there for me, cus i allow you so.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to be there for you too, but you wont allow me.&lt;br /&gt;Cody will be fine. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Dont do any wrong things. Or dont do anything, to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I will just be the wind.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-5300582560332495370?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5300582560332495370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5300582560332495370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh_19.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-6650739441226368084</id><published>2009-12-17T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:46:19.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whats with you?</title><content type='html'>Its ok. &lt;br /&gt;I understand why you will talk to me in that way, because i treat you bad. Thats what you think it is.&lt;br /&gt;But i know, i never. &lt;br /&gt;I know i keep saying, "I love you" lots of time, every single day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if its the past? So your saying you can play with boyfriends?&lt;br /&gt;Throw this guy away, that love you today, then another guy love you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant do that.&lt;br /&gt;You say you feel that i treat you bad.&lt;br /&gt;But i treat you like my girlfriend, do the same thing? No. you cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of yourself only. You just want to be happy, and wont think for others.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe thats how the way you are, well too bad, you will never find a true love if your like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, you will learn..&lt;br /&gt;Say mean stuffs to me. Its ok.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i quarrel with you, hurt you, its bad, but at least i apologised non stop.&lt;br /&gt;I really would do anything for you. If you want to. I will.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, i really do.&lt;br /&gt;When you cant even talk to me properly, how you expect me to be nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why i say you choose friends, because you want to be with someone, that is better friend. Or boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Well im telling you, NOT EVERYONE IS PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is you weather if your willing to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Give in everything, dont care what other says. And do the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really hoping, we both could really start agian,&lt;br /&gt;everything new.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, the only thing that is new towards you, is another guy. &lt;br /&gt;Please girl, &lt;br /&gt;dont play with love,&lt;br /&gt;dont FUCK with people mind, people feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, no matter who you are now, no matter what you done to me.&lt;br /&gt;Just that i wont do anything, because you wont allow me so.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badly. I will miss everything. But you wouldnt care.&lt;br /&gt;Why do i have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;You didnt even know, every single night, i will go down to your block, just to sit there alone. &lt;br /&gt;Not wishing anything to happen.&lt;br /&gt;But just bringing back the memories we have, looking at our own illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the happier times of our illusion.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my mirror with your face beside me. &lt;br /&gt;Its all illusion, but it feels so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on, i am.&lt;br /&gt;But saying about the past, feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;Does not mean im not moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do think about the past, and they will want it if its possible. YES ITS STILL POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;Nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then playing with love is not nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i did do wrong things, i said sorry. Alot of times. I will keep saying it everyday, like how i say i love you, just to remove the pain away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish the every single little things you do for me. &lt;br /&gt;every minute every moment that im with you.&lt;br /&gt;Cant you feel that how much love i give you?&lt;br /&gt;EVEN when i quarrel with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i know that im wrong..&lt;br /&gt;I dont want you turn bad.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want see you, getting play.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see you letting someone else hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to see you fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be happy, but be happy in a correct way.&lt;br /&gt;Not hurting other people, to make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;Look at cody, he shit, he pee everywhere of your house,&lt;br /&gt;you will just clean up for him, no matter what he do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love cody alot, because he just stay by your side.&lt;br /&gt;Then i ask you, go throw him away. Find another dog.&lt;br /&gt;Because his injured, his no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I will always be beside you, just that you cant see me.&lt;br /&gt;I will only appear when you really shout for me. Always be watching you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-6650739441226368084?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6650739441226368084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6650739441226368084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-with-you.html' title='whats with you?'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-2609782558397765083</id><published>2009-12-17T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:38:30.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh</title><content type='html'>Girl, do i have to move on without? &lt;br /&gt;Are you really that happy?&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you can do any thing at your free will, you wouldnt talk to me, but...&lt;br /&gt;You should know who i am talking.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so wasted. So.. wasted.. Such a big love i had, now its gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismas, all i wish, is to hold your hand. Either forever, or one more last time.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to show you anything anymore, since you dont care anymore, i will really do anything for love, but you just wont allow .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know, you dont want to know anything anymore. I miss your smile you gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the lips i pressed on. So many things i just cant bare to let it go.&lt;br /&gt;I love you last time, but i still love you now.&lt;br /&gt;Cant you do the same? Whats the reason? I want to know all again.&lt;br /&gt;Love is just so dangerous, can spoil somone life. It also can make someone feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to play my feelings. Why cant you just stick with one guy and really be with him.&lt;br /&gt;You want to become F &amp; T those kind of girls? I trust you wont be that..&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to runaway. What is the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not fulfill my wish. I have no chance to take you for dinner when finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance to get a pair of ring for us when i save my pay.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to take you to beach just to walk.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to prove you that i love you, with my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, sprinting down to your house just to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to kiss you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to hug you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to see you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to say that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance, to make you love me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know you done so many things in school.. outside school..&lt;br /&gt;Im not strong, im not weak, you will feel the pain someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, every couples i see. Now i felt loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;The warmness i use to give, the love i use to give, just, gone.&lt;br /&gt;The shoulder you use to lie on. I really hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I really hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everynight, looking out the window, looking at my life, wondering, what if we both now are still going well.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky, just staring at it blank, and just letting my tears flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish, i could spend more time with you, i would, give in all my time for you.&lt;br /&gt;Every little things, means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard. Hard to move on.. &lt;br /&gt;All this while.. its just, walking alone, with a book and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will read this anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-2609782558397765083?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/2609782558397765083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/2609782558397765083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='sigh'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-2633029231431147896</id><published>2009-12-15T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:06:15.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sentence? thats all?</title><content type='html'>You actually can talk to me! You actually can.&lt;br /&gt;But you just asked me to change my pm.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i want to put, because i miss the love bite i gave it to you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it feels. I know too.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you. And you dont. Do you? &lt;br /&gt;I still cant eat. I cant sleep properly.&lt;br /&gt;And even if i sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Next morning waking up, knowing that you dont belong to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Just hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Letting go of someone dear to you is hard, but holding on to someone who doesn't even feel the same is much harder. Giving up doesn't mean you are weak! It only means that you are strong enough to let go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter how many times I try and move on, my heart always takes me back here to you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It takes a second to say I love you, but a lifetime to show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deep down I know it's best for myself, but I hate the thought of you being with someone else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I Love You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-2633029231431147896?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/2633029231431147896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/2633029231431147896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/sentence-thats-all.html' title='a sentence? thats all?'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-9097342242628803148</id><published>2009-12-14T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:49:22.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one that is being played.</title><content type='html'>1 week past. And waiting for your call to return back.&lt;br /&gt;Well.. as per usual. No calls, you wont be returning back anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be alot of reasons of it,&lt;br /&gt;1, Lost of trust.. why? (I dont know. I dont make myself to lose the trust.)&lt;br /&gt;2, Relatives hating me with no proper reason. (I got nothing against them.)&lt;br /&gt;3, Maybe, Using me to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;4, Quarreling. (Its common, if you know how to settle it.)&lt;br /&gt;5, Cant meet up much, and feel boring of me, wanting someone new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many things in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Going to school.. Library.. links to your blog.. someone else face in my mind, someone else.. lips, your school, a class.. What are all this images inside my mind! I cant figure out anything.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Shes just want to play, and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Did i fall into a trap ?&lt;br /&gt;You will feel the pain.. For what you make use of people. Make use of me.&lt;br /&gt;And now, i can, or maybe, i cant. See that who you wanna be back with. your not staying single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? What is all this words, all pain inside me that i never felt before. I did not summon anyone up.&lt;br /&gt;You put up a good act for me. You will regret. For what you treated me.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, she just want to have fun, think nothing more for the future.&lt;br /&gt;What i only left, is all filled with anger, and hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I love u and I will tell you everyday, Everyday until you forget those things that hurt. I hate the things that make you hurt And how I wish ...I could take them away. If only it could be done, I'll do it for sure. ...but it cant be done cus you wont let me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So faithfull.. so loyal.. to a girl that fake her feelings towards me.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, i still love her.&lt;br /&gt;The pain inside me, will follow me for life.&lt;br /&gt;So as the curse, inside you. Will happen one day.&lt;br /&gt;No, i did not curse you, your the one that created it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also goes to the ones, that hated me, insulted me, doing stuffs against me.&lt;br /&gt;Once, twice, i stay quiet. I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared for you, worry, loving you, pampered you, adore you, everything..&lt;br /&gt;This is what i get. I tried to do more for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep the straw that you made halfway, and the keychain, you gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;The photos we took, it will be in my phone/computer.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering it, remembering the fake memories.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our first look, our first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering when I disturb you, bullying you.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the first time i ever done so much for a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the lies you told me.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that you ran away from me.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the last time that i kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have deleted me on facebook, phone..&lt;br /&gt;But you cant deleted me from the world, from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You will remember for what you did towards me.&lt;br /&gt;And what i done towards you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never runaway from you.&lt;br /&gt;I kept one big promise, That i will never leave you. Until now, its still holding inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I still keep our 1st month message in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Every little things, means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;Now i have to pick up every little pieces of my broken heart putting it back together, 1 missing, which is yours. I cant complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never regret what i did.. Cus i know that no matter how much you hurt me, it will just be pain. And giving you back love.&lt;br /&gt;Here are my last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, take care of yourself, you will understand what is the meaning of true love.&lt;br /&gt;I can explain, but its best if you know it.&lt;br /&gt;Whats done is done, I said that, but it still can be change.&lt;br /&gt;You have your family to be with you, your cousins, they are great.&lt;br /&gt;But.. your not marrying them.&lt;br /&gt;Dont play with love anymore, dont hurt anyone anymore, (if you need to..)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel stress, take the stress, and fix it. Not throw it away.&lt;br /&gt;I cherish, I remember, our this 4 months together.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it feels like we been together more.&lt;br /&gt;I know, you treated me this and that.. bad.. mean.. Its ok.&lt;br /&gt;I dont blame you. Its what love do.&lt;br /&gt;I wont wish you, "last long" with someone else, its a curse.&lt;br /&gt;Remember me. Dont throw away my card that you took, return it to me, infront of my house.&lt;br /&gt;I understand you ran away from me, can be because of your cousin's, or you just dont wish to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;I wont force you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It has been great being with you.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the kisses at shop, the elbow that you use to hold, your house downstairs, the laughter, sadness we been thru together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, take care of yourself. Remember that everywhere you go, if you felt wind, means i am missing you.&lt;br /&gt;Dont cry. Go find someone else now.&lt;br /&gt;My phone, my computer, will always be on.&lt;br /&gt;Study hard for next year.&lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking, or dont smoke too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's reading this anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QdFOemP1dR0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/QdFOemP1dR0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont mind, I dont care, as long as your here with me."&lt;br /&gt;"I take you for who you are, if you take me for everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We use to talk on phone every night, less then a hour, now not even a call."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missing you isn't the hard part, knowing I once had you is what breaks my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing hurts more than realizing you meant everything to me, but me meant nothing to her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Sometimes no matter how hard and impossible it is, we still do these things. Not because we dont have a choice but because we want and we love to. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" How can I forget you when your always on my mind? How can I not want you when your all I want inside? How can I let you go when I can't see us apart? How can I not love you when you control my heart? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes we tend to be in despair when the person we love leaves us, but the truth is, it's not our loss, but theirs, for they left the only person who wouldn't give up on them. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-9097342242628803148?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/9097342242628803148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/9097342242628803148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-that-is-being-played.html' title='the one that is being played.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-4037972120303132004</id><published>2009-12-10T19:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:24:20.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curses on all of you.'/><title type='text'>feels so pin down.</title><content type='html'>I burst in tears, when she talk to me in that way. &lt;br /&gt;My close friend said, give each other some time.&lt;br /&gt;Dont talk to her dont contact her. Its hard.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one of my friend said is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If she dont want you, then dont want you, you know what you have done, what is right.&lt;br /&gt;You tears for her, you said millions words to her, and she dont bother?.. what else you can think of.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant. I never want to be mean towards her. I want her call me, i want her msg me, i want her to come over and find me. &lt;br /&gt;I want make her heart feel warm again.. &lt;br /&gt;I want to try to make all this happen.&lt;br /&gt;But if you keep saying that i ask you do things?.. Fight will never end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her. Memories cannot be deleted.&lt;br /&gt;I made all her cousin hates me, but hey, they actually hate me when they see me. (my looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They push to far sometime.. its ok. I understand they hates me. I wont do anything about it. Not because i am weak. Because i got nothing against them. &lt;br /&gt;All i care is just winning her heart. If she dont allows me to do it. Someone else.. is going to be inside her pants. &lt;br /&gt;Heart is bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what goes around, comes around."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-4037972120303132004?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4037972120303132004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4037972120303132004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/feels-so-pin-down.html' title='feels so pin down.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-5473452123767325898</id><published>2009-12-10T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:41:57.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much?</title><content type='html'>Sometime.. they are really pushing too far. &lt;br /&gt;Using your phone to come insult me?.. &lt;br /&gt;I know they hate me, but i just dont see why theres a need to insult?&lt;br /&gt;Nvm. Im staying calm. I will let them scold insult me. Go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be waiting for your call. like what you said. &lt;br /&gt;I wont msg you when your with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking people relationship is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily i did not start any quarrel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-5473452123767325898?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5473452123767325898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5473452123767325898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-much.html' title='too much?'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-4706693551523503992</id><published>2009-12-09T15:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:38:50.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger?</title><content type='html'>2 days when i never contact you.  Untill today, i missed call you and never talk. Yes, because i just want to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Use to call each other, message each other.&lt;br /&gt;I always have been nice to you.&lt;br /&gt;When i msg you, and i said that i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what crap.&lt;br /&gt;"WHO ARE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;"SORRY I CHANGE NUMBER I HER BRO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was weak to quarrel with you. I did not start anything against you.&lt;br /&gt;Instead you tell me that i am  "gu niang" ? Because i cried FOR YOU ?&lt;br /&gt;Really. A ex girlfriend of mine.. that i love alot, insults me. Scold me. Took advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;And yet i didnt bother untill now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everynight, i held the keychain tightly before i sleep, was the only present you gave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday hoping that you will call me.&lt;br /&gt;You said we can be friends.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like your happy with the break up. You want things to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;I know myself. I done my best. I tried. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;I believe i hope, now its all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around.. comes around..&lt;br /&gt;it will happen. I know it will..&lt;br /&gt;Go, find another boyfriend that gives you freedom that you can do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;Let people tell you who you should be with who you must leave.&lt;br /&gt;You will never understand the pain, never understand what is true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you cherish my love. No, you did not.&lt;br /&gt;You will just miss me and remember it.&lt;br /&gt;For me?&lt;br /&gt;I will remember it and i will cry for it. I have feelings for it.&lt;br /&gt;I can see illusion of your hand, fading away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face smiling at me, fading away.&lt;br /&gt;Whats behind you? I dont know i cant see whats hiding behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since our first break up, and we patched again. From then on i NEVER once say i want to leave you ever again. Did you even notice that?&lt;br /&gt;Did you even notice that i suddenly go down your house just to see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake of causing all this, because i quarrel. because i suspected you, because i dont believe you.&lt;br /&gt;Lost of trust. Trust is important, I know.&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me before. And i tried to trust you again. Yes i know i did.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you. I know i gave you all my love.&lt;br /&gt;You will remember it for life. you will keep it. This 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for downfall..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-4706693551523503992?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4706693551523503992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4706693551523503992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/stranger.html' title='stranger?'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-5893409997035877267</id><published>2009-12-08T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:23:33.037+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My biggest wish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='is you at my door step.'/><title type='text'>midnight.</title><content type='html'>Its suppose to be our 4th month today. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;Our broken anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;No words can say how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done my best. I know i tried alot.&lt;br /&gt;I been faithfull to you.&lt;br /&gt;Now its just over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th broken anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Was hoping your sms. Something. But you forgot about it. If you have someone else. let me know. Cus i know there is..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-5893409997035877267?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5893409997035877267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5893409997035877267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/midnight.html' title='midnight.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-5064539557642709161</id><published>2009-12-08T17:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:45:24.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So basically.. im to lazy to fix up all  my blog profile.. pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes im still missing you.&lt;br /&gt;You msg me saying that you accept as being a friend?&lt;br /&gt;heh.. am i a toy now?&lt;br /&gt;I been chasing you so hard, so wanting you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now.. all you do is just throwing me away.&lt;br /&gt;Being a friend, scare that you will hurt me more?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only cure.&lt;br /&gt;If you really love me.. you will be all crazy about me.&lt;br /&gt;But i notice that, i am the one that is doing all the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you care was yourself..&lt;br /&gt;I did blame you, i did suspect you. Its my fault. For not trusting you.. But i never lost the love for you.&lt;br /&gt;But you know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should have even try to convince me.&lt;br /&gt;If you care for me, you will try not to make me blame you make me suspect you.&lt;br /&gt;you should have just talk to me properly. Do anything not to lose me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now you just like to keep on throwing me away.&lt;br /&gt;tell me that its time to let go?&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WAS I THINKING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go to find someone else?..&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. So devoted by me.. show you how much i care for you. This is what i get. A broken heart. are you happy now? you hurt me deeply so much.&lt;br /&gt;Calling me a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Saying that you dont love me.&lt;br /&gt;Hung up my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk less then a hour on phone. say that you want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;What was i thinking. Why do i get this.&lt;br /&gt;I was so loyal so faithfull to you. I would do anything with you.&lt;br /&gt;Now its like im being used, being played with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down your house when its a wasted trip. I just went down.&lt;br /&gt;You can win my heart easy.. But if your going to be like this,&lt;br /&gt;"DONT CARE THEN DON CARE LOR" "SUSPECT MORE LOR"&lt;br /&gt;"DONT BELIEVE LOR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just get more hurt.. instead of you not even trying to convince me properly..&lt;br /&gt;Dont forget.. you lied to me before..&lt;br /&gt;I still love you. If you want me. Come to my door step with  no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I miss so  much. I miss the love we make, i miss those hug, I miss rubbing my nose against you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bed that we shared, i miss the warm i give you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all i feel is all coldness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;You wont be back.. you will never come back to me.. I KNOW. you wont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. Caiyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I know.. i hate listening to R&amp;amp;B. But this song.. just makes me.. feel.. better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-5064539557642709161?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5064539557642709161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5064539557642709161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-basically.html' title=''/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1723588473257084326</id><published>2009-12-07T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:48:08.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well.. it has been a year since im gone.</title><content type='html'>I dont think anyone will read my blog. so basically i will just type myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;090809, the day that we been together.&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;All the things we done.&lt;br /&gt;All the quarrels we fight.&lt;br /&gt;071209, the day that we let go.&lt;br /&gt;We use to talk on phone for house.&lt;br /&gt;Now is like we are strangers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;Blame me blame you.&lt;br /&gt;If only we can see each other everyday.&lt;br /&gt;If only you can convince me.&lt;br /&gt;If only you earn back my trust.&lt;br /&gt;If only you just prove to me harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead you just throw me away. dumped me.&lt;br /&gt;What goes around.. comes around..&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I will keep everything all inside my heart deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you have done, what we have done.&lt;br /&gt;Now i will never feel your heartbeat. The warmness.&lt;br /&gt;The love..&lt;br /&gt;Now its all pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1723588473257084326?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1723588473257084326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1723588473257084326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2009/12/well-it-has-been-year-since-im-gone.html' title='well.. it has been a year since im gone.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3656413149137164941</id><published>2008-09-02T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:29:57.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I JUST WANNA ANNOUCE THAT,&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;HAS&lt;br /&gt;OFFICALY&lt;br /&gt;DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rolf, maaybe. But im back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3656413149137164941?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3656413149137164941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3656413149137164941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-wanna-annouce-that-my-blog-has.html' title=''/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1537467568638414398</id><published>2008-06-24T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:18:41.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short eh'/><title type='text'>N levels</title><content type='html'>School reopens!&lt;br /&gt;Study agian!&lt;br /&gt;See friends again. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Boring again.&lt;br /&gt;MATHS AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nvm 3 more months take END OF YEAR EXAM! Then wait for result, come back school, take result, RUN OUT SCHOOL AND I WILL SHOUT HURRAAAAAAAYYYYY .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll move on with my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1537467568638414398?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1537467568638414398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1537467568638414398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/06/n-levels.html' title='N levels'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1681162929044520818</id><published>2008-06-22T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:35:55.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xD'/><title type='text'>BAN!</title><content type='html'>Ok i just got FUCKED with my game. TODAY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. I GOT BAN BY A GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother fucker. Ok all this while and this whole month i been hardcore gaming . LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL REOPEN. Die lor. Fuck la i want to play game badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1681162929044520818?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1681162929044520818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1681162929044520818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/06/ban.html' title='BAN!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-7999154522667562668</id><published>2008-06-20T13:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:20:19.587+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NEXT WEEEEEEK SCHOOL REOPEN'/><title type='text'>gaming thats why.</title><content type='html'>HELLO! I know i been gone like for. 1 months. my blog is not dead zzzz. Its just im lazy only. Photos also cannot post. Sucks la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im going to my gaming world o.O&lt;br /&gt;Maplestory - Sucks&lt;br /&gt;Gunz - Spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Audition - I also dont know how to play&lt;br /&gt;Diablo - Not without Multi player&lt;br /&gt;Counter Strike - Sian la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only game i play is GTA Multi Player,&lt;br /&gt;But now all i wish for is my Gunz to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, i will come back and blog again. JUST THAT IM LAZY . fucking photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-7999154522667562668?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/7999154522667562668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/7999154522667562668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/06/gaming-thats-why.html' title='gaming thats why.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1476693800293338471</id><published>2008-06-05T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:18:27.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>What? i though its over already? WHAT THE HELL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1476693800293338471?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1476693800293338471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1476693800293338471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3515942828001327426</id><published>2008-06-01T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:35:58.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOO!!!</title><content type='html'>MY BLOG IS ALIVE OK! IM ALVE!!!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;okok sorry for not blogging. very busy nowadays. after seeing a burn body in a deep forest is not nice ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. monday and tuesday going back school. im gonna go cut my hair. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit of show off. since i have nothing to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silver was my LASTTIME PSP. now im red (THANKS TO DONALD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206905834118811890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SEKlRM2PkPI/AAAAAAAAACg/n2H3QX3jhjc/s320/DSC00403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206905838413779202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SEKlRc2PkQI/AAAAAAAAACo/0AEr6c7c-3s/s320/DSC00419.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(top) now thats mine. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3515942828001327426?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3515942828001327426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3515942828001327426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/06/noo.html' title='NOO!!!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SEKlRM2PkPI/AAAAAAAAACg/n2H3QX3jhjc/s72-c/DSC00403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-8380734540892553307</id><published>2008-05-30T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:39:52.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4 months and im still thinking of you'/><title type='text'>FAILS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Arrggh!&lt;br /&gt;Today morning trying to make private server!&lt;br /&gt;Boonpengs Runescape private server: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;Starting it was okay. Aaron was able to enter. BUT I WAS NOT ABLE TO SPAWN MONSTER. EDIT THE EXP. EDIT THE NPC.&lt;br /&gt;So i gave up. FORGET IT MAN. If only i know the items/npc coding. i could take all my time.&lt;br /&gt;Wasted : 8 Hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TML morning. Boon Seng have alot of problem making his MapleStory private server. I want to help him but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;So tml im gonna make MAPLESTORY PRIVATE SERVER. and its possible. code code code!&lt;br /&gt;i have to read all! dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;40% i might fail. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Even if i create already. i will post here and let you guys play. after all my computer is 24 hour on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to videos.. check it out! (SORRY PLEASE LISTEN FINISH MY BLOG SONG FIRST &gt;&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;Unbrella rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kmTHUcWtD8&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0kmTHUcWtD8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRITNEY SPEARS ROCKING! LOL GO AND LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=gbr38RQSBuM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE JUST GO AND LISTEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-8380734540892553307?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/8380734540892553307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/8380734540892553307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/fails.html' title='FAILS!!!!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1642511744870650185</id><published>2008-05-28T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:57:03.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='im fuckED'/><title type='text'>june!</title><content type='html'>Holidays here. and i still need go back shcool for DnT and English.&lt;br /&gt;today choing my DnT project for N level like siao. thanks Jerrold, Jason and Aaron. From sicence class come and then choing one of my work piece. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm i almost forgot smth..&lt;br /&gt;I OWE DONALD $32.00 SGD MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1642511744870650185?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1642511744870650185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1642511744870650185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/june.html' title='june!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1227673343507040302</id><published>2008-05-27T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T16:20:00.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what?'/><title type='text'>o.o</title><content type='html'>erm.. I HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop looking at me. im innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i CHANGE MY BLOG MUSIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1227673343507040302?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1227673343507040302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1227673343507040302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/oo.html' title='o.o'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-5828491406609604293</id><published>2008-05-25T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:31:49.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovers to Friends.'/><title type='text'>holidays!</title><content type='html'>aww man. lastnight went back to thailand. left my handphone at home. then i came back today. for some er.. family matters. but well. I REACH HOME THEN I NOSE BLEED AGAIN. really need go see doctor liao.&lt;br /&gt;very tired. &lt;br /&gt;i only keep eating when in plane, play my psp. the trip is only 1hr 30mins. -.-&lt;br /&gt;well i got nth much to post. HOLIDAYS ARE HERE.&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING OUT AGIAN AND AGAIN AND AGIAN!&lt;br /&gt;Places are.&lt;br /&gt;-Ps&lt;br /&gt;-Vivo&lt;br /&gt;-Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;-Far East&lt;br /&gt;-Orchard&lt;br /&gt;-Dougby Ghaut&lt;br /&gt;-All MRTS&lt;br /&gt;-Hougang Mall&lt;br /&gt;-er.. ALL MALLS.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;but i most likely wont be going out wit my classmate. im more closer to my Pri school mates. lols. usually i hang out with them, and my fathers know them for 7 years. &lt;br /&gt;OK IM GOING BACK TO SLEEP. GOOD NIGHT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-5828491406609604293?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5828491406609604293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/5828491406609604293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays.html' title='holidays!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3776823470267889878</id><published>2008-05-23T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:19:45.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAH'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revenge'/><title type='text'>controller</title><content type='html'>Today was a, hardcore, siao, crazy, wonderfull, powerfull, terrible, hot, cold, and happy day.&lt;br /&gt;LOL pictures first!&lt;br /&gt;First story was about Grayson and Kelvin Lim. LOL they were pretenting to be er.. fighters. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;Grayson: LIA Full defense! (Opens Umbralla)&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin Lim: Sure or not? (takes a chair)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FULL DEFENSE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazFmEQrhI/AAAAAAAAACA/udMHoLD5mxQ/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543328172322322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazFmEQrhI/AAAAAAAAACA/udMHoLD5mxQ/s320/DSC00415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KELVIN LIM THROWS AT GRAYSON, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was a miss. LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think hit Grayson hand. LAUGHING BADLY~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazF2EQriI/AAAAAAAAACI/JaoDprK00dk/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543332467289634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazF2EQriI/AAAAAAAAACI/JaoDprK00dk/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after that. got my Junior chef. everything, then it was my last lesson.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to auditurom, got some presentation, show case. Lights was on, but not the stage. so i went back to the Audio/Lightining room, trying to figure out, WHICH IS THE DAMN SLIDE TO ON THE STAGE LIGHT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then i found it. LOL! Boon peng save the day! woooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;see all the slides, switches. i found it. and i turn on. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazGGEQrjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ckESBnBinTI/s1600-h/DSC00418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543336762256946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazGGEQrjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ckESBnBinTI/s320/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SEE I ON THE LIGHTS! as the food were served to the Principle. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazGWEQrkI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zt2z0GU_w-I/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203543341057224258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazGWEQrkI/AAAAAAAAACY/Zt2z0GU_w-I/s320/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ps, my class is sitting the last row.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COngrates to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Lee Boon Seng, Mr Xavier Neo, Mr Samuel Low Kok Mun and Mr Lee Hong Jun. LMAO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;im starting to enjoy my june holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3776823470267889878?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3776823470267889878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3776823470267889878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/controller.html' title='controller'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDazFmEQrhI/AAAAAAAAACA/udMHoLD5mxQ/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-1667432732869147448</id><published>2008-05-22T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:34:32.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not happy? FUCK OFF.'/><title type='text'>last 2nd day.</title><content type='html'>LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL! omg. last 2nd day! tml friday. last day the week. BINGLIANG SABO ME TO MISS OW THAT I WEAR MY TAPE PANTS! arrggh tml cannot wear liao le la. stupid! &lt;br /&gt;but nvm he my friend i wont do anything to him ;) after all own people, own classmate, why fight? lol!&lt;br /&gt;tml last day, i will be running out of school laughing and smiling. &lt;br /&gt;father called me, GOT GUEST COMING MY HOUSE STAY AGAIN. LMAO. is my house too nice or just very nice? LMAO! &lt;br /&gt;anyway. i cant wait for my class photo. im so gonna buy all then keep. scan and then post. today my junior chef was fun. tml last day. SADDED!&lt;br /&gt;friday! woot friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-1667432732869147448?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1667432732869147448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/1667432732869147448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-2nd-day.html' title='last 2nd day.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3841608902508074889</id><published>2008-05-21T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:43:47.624+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=';) all the best.'/><title type='text'>late posts!</title><content type='html'>20 May.&lt;br /&gt;uh.. let me recall.. oh yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happen much. LOL just attended my chef. yeh. thats all. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;chester and bing liang scold a instructor. LOL!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got fire drill exercise. whole school sit in the field. guess what happen.&lt;br /&gt;I NOSE BLEED.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm lau (fairy god ma) so gan kiong keep sho0uting " st. john ah, st.john lia lia"&lt;br /&gt;keep asking me go toilet. i dontwan LOL. too heaty la omfg.&lt;br /&gt;after school junior chef, went to penisula hotel. high class man!&lt;br /&gt;slept in bus when going out of school and coming back to school. while blasting my music in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;well uh. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;(todays a good/bad day for me. as i know the truth already ;)  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3841608902508074889?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3841608902508074889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3841608902508074889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/late-posts.html' title='late posts!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-4787590563044933354</id><published>2008-05-18T23:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:45:08.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='did u read this?'/><title type='text'>shopes for presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;went out wit my pri school mates, my 7 years friends ;) wit some of m y malays, LOL. went to buy presents, cloths, but i never. took some photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to this shop, forgot wad name, i saw this "justintimberlake" hat i wear and dance. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first pic, take by me, it sucks lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBJWHdl5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uxqb_RMrRl4/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201738213922039186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBJWHdl5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uxqb_RMrRl4/s320/DSC00410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2nd take by fig, much better ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBJW3dl5aI/AAAAAAAAABk/OfZp-ReVNGQ/s1600-h/DSC00412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201738226806941090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBJW3dl5aI/AAAAAAAAABk/OfZp-ReVNGQ/s320/DSC00412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; went back to toa payoh, hang out till midnight, nose bleed badly, again,&lt;/div&gt;got fight just now. LOL jkjk &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201755763158410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBZTndl5bI/AAAAAAAAABs/piwO0a2l8sQ/s320/DSC00428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;pain ah!!! really very pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201755763158410690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBZTndl5cI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jNuu8BQgrWs/s320/DSC00427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after wash up at my friends place, play wit my 2 malay friends , i kena chased badly omg! lol no la they disturbing me. play psp, they smoking and they come hug me cus wan give me the smell then i go home kena scold. but anyway. went orchard, or maybe other place. hope to see someone. well anyway. im wearing  hat, and blood on my hands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-4787590563044933354?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4787590563044933354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4787590563044933354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/shopes-for-presents.html' title='shopes for presents!'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SDBJWHdl5ZI/AAAAAAAAABc/Uxqb_RMrRl4/s72-c/DSC00410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3014942097362288240</id><published>2008-05-17T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:57:52.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aww pasir ris.'/><title type='text'>beaches</title><content type='html'>Thanks bernice for sending me all this photos! it took me hours upload this fucking thing. waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to photos~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me wit the jiao bin look. HOT LA THE SUN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC736ndl5UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p9crhBx4ovo/s1600-h/DSCN4143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201367206057076034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC736ndl5UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p9crhBx4ovo/s320/DSCN4143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XAVIER&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC737Hdl5VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWHRUbiE-_c/s1600-h/DSCN4145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201367214647010642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC737Hdl5VI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWHRUbiE-_c/s320/DSCN4145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aww man i so wet. but the sea is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC737ndl5WI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gbyq8_PNxuE/s1600-h/DSCN4152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201367223236945250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC737ndl5WI/AAAAAAAAABE/Gbyq8_PNxuE/s320/DSCN4152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC7373dl5XI/AAAAAAAAABM/pj0kIEiVGKk/s1600-h/DSCN4152(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh, smiling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC738Hdl5YI/AAAAAAAAABU/fTvLVH1zYiU/s1600-h/DSCN4161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201367231826879874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC738Hdl5YI/AAAAAAAAABU/fTvLVH1zYiU/s320/DSCN4161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT LA fuck sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71jndl5PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jP5A_vAz8oo/s1600-h/DSCN4130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201364611896829170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71jndl5PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jP5A_vAz8oo/s320/DSCN4130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hot again. nice right the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71kXdl5QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GR-TgO81Ex8/s1600-h/DSCN4131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201364624781731074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71kXdl5QI/AAAAAAAAAAU/GR-TgO81Ex8/s320/DSCN4131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yay! see wad my pants is. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71k3dl5RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kFFu-io3ibA/s1600-h/DSCN4133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201364633371665682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71k3dl5RI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kFFu-io3ibA/s320/DSCN4133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my team. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71lXdl5SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkAvWHHId-c/s1600-h/DSCN4141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201364641961600290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71lXdl5SI/AAAAAAAAAAk/jkAvWHHId-c/s320/DSCN4141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opps, forgot open eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71lndl5TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vw6D-5M3UQI/s1600-h/DSCN4142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201364646256567602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC71lndl5TI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vw6D-5M3UQI/s320/DSCN4142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this photo taken on friday, went to school , then take bus off to east coast, playing psp like siao. wooo lol! taken alot photos, then my team ask me, "eh boon peng u got pe pants go take water !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lol i said ok la cus they never bring pe pants, i changed. by wearing over my long pants. lmao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but in the end i took out la. cus i taped my pants too tight. -.- tired. wenlong made a sand balls. LOL sand balls. got a fun day, abit only. very tired. AND I LOST MY WALLET OMFG LA. need go remake ezlink card. FUUCCCCCCCCKKKK LAAAA!!!!!!! sun very bright and hot, wind very nice and sea very.. beautifull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;afterall it reminds me of smth ;)&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3014942097362288240?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3014942097362288240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3014942097362288240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/beaches_17.html' title='beaches'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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://bp3.blogger.com/_7jaWh08zuxA/SC736ndl5UI/AAAAAAAAAA0/p9crhBx4ovo/s72-c/DSCN4143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-8467909900342792159</id><published>2008-05-17T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:53:02.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed</title><content type='html'>sorry unable to post without photos. tonight i will post all photos and some blogging. stay tuned. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-8467909900342792159?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/8467909900342792159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/8467909900342792159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/delayed.html' title='delayed'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-6190606029613793762</id><published>2008-05-15T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:33:28.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i dint know my belly is so talented.'/><title type='text'>just another day ;)</title><content type='html'>today was totally NO LESSON! with full of funs and borings. lol ! Today and friday is our learning carnival. today is boring cus we sit in class for 4 hours and listen to this guy talking about ite our furture and stuffs. i slept, but his a good man. before that got this "mouse racing" thingy, my class and 4n1 just sat there and watch, no big deal but i was sweating badly , damn hot, school hall never on aircon.&lt;br /&gt;just wish i could leave that hall as soon as possible, and so that "mouse racing" thingy ended, teacher said" which class is ready?" lol as monitor i first one to show class tag, then we all go first, hurray for us lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then recive an sms from my uncle, smth bad happen he told me. but it was nth &gt;.&gt; some family stuffs. could have stay in school and do my DNT work. MUST FINISH IN MAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as for friday tommorow, will be fun i assume, going east coast go er.. play sands. LOL early morning, then reach back school watch movie untill 6pm. OMG if only i got someone to watch with. awww man. must bring alot of shirt alot. alot. of it. no la i just bring 1. heh. sand castal, so stupid. but anyway, i did something stupid for boon seng, grayson and bing liang. LMAO lucky they did not take photo or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go take my spec put right above my belly button, cus im fat when im sitting down. lol then i MOVED my belly button by moving in and out, then boon seng and bing liang laugh badly, attemp to take photo and i dont wan do anymore. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, last night was a sudden boom, smiled awhile, and sadded very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-6190606029613793762?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6190606029613793762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/6190606029613793762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-another-day.html' title='just another day ;)'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-3442709071534297495</id><published>2008-05-14T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:32:06.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends.'/><title type='text'>exam receive omfg.</title><content type='html'>heres my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHS - 29 / 80&lt;br /&gt;CHINESE - 6 / 20&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH PAPER 1 - 48 / 80&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH PAPER 2 - 43 / 60&lt;br /&gt;DNT - 26 / 50&lt;br /&gt;CPA - 45 /60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fail 2 subject. i left maths pages alot of blanks. lol i hate maths, i mean who dont hate maths. chinese is i anyhow write. the MCQ only got number 1 to 4, got one question for chinese i go put number 5. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my english is confirm pass, all of us sure pass, DNT is lucky only.&lt;br /&gt;CPA is just paper writing, but wait till u all see my pratical. will fail like fuck lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped the stupid Advance Junior Chef, dunno why lmao. i think i will kena detention. die die die. at home rot liao. no games to play, only my lovly red psp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today class photo taking i dint know la forgot take my tie, brorrow 2 ties from Miss chan, one for me one for grayson. omg i wan to apologise to him cus when taking photo i think i pulled him. so sorry lol. but still it was fun. i will look stupid on sec 4 photos. but hey at least this year i stand ont he 3rd row lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next tue is cca photo taking, mainly my cca is npcc but i quited. now in monitor board. &gt;.&gt; still im boring. ask father for money also got problem. cannot go out anymore. ahhhh so irritating. exam fail so badly. i hate studying. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-3442709071534297495?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3442709071534297495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/3442709071534297495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-receive-omfg.html' title='exam receive omfg.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-265469398035059308</id><published>2008-05-13T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:42:47.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dude. what the fuck?'/><title type='text'>today vivo.</title><content type='html'>last minute call, by jason. went out with jason aaron donald and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me myself and I. watched er.. "What happen in vegas" , the movie ok ok la. Funny and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only brought $25. bought tickets, then went ntuc buy food eat before watching movie. 4.50pm movie start. bought pop corns, saw some 5n2 or 5n1 guys. but i dint bother them LOL. then go in our Hall settle down. then a stupid couple come say " hello u sit down place?" jason show that guy our ticket and that couple showed us. SAME NUMBER SAME HALL BUT HE WRONG TIME . ROLF .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after movie walked around, went to donald mother work place, gave us free drinks, chat abit. and ate peanuts. lol, peanuts. funny, i like peanuts. haha. funny word lmao. afterthat wan go home already. Jason took us walk one big round around vivo and trying to find the stupid mrt. saw the map. and we found afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to MRT, we went in Cheers, donald and jason bought a Potato Salad , and told them look like dog food . LOL jkjk. aaron brought a biscuit keep forcing me to eat but i dont wan. no more money. then went home! bleh abit boring today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-265469398035059308?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/265469398035059308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/265469398035059308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-vivo.html' title='today vivo.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-609277830460223343</id><published>2008-05-13T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:04:41.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LMAOOMFGWTF'/><title type='text'>Tuesday, May 13, 2008.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, May 13, 2008. the day where my blog was BORN. Thanks to Bernice of cus duh. She helped me all this while. the time is.. 12:02AM. OMG LA. but tml no school. COOL RIGHT. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO BERNICE (for doing all the codings)&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO AMANDA(at least she check for me but sadly she dont know what to do but she try ;D )&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO CHEK YING ( erm.. for trying to fix my cbox when she cant, and she say very mafan.)&lt;br /&gt;Oks i go le. BYES~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-609277830460223343?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/609277830460223343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/609277830460223343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/tuesday-may-13-2008.html' title='Tuesday, May 13, 2008.'/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6747723238121954682.post-4098045840273680967</id><published>2008-05-12T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:49:43.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooooo(:&lt;br /&gt;Bernice's here :D Testinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6747723238121954682-4098045840273680967?l=blackiist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4098045840273680967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6747723238121954682/posts/default/4098045840273680967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackiist.blogspot.com/2008/05/helloooooo-bernices-here-d.html' title=''/><author><name>lim boon peng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16513614743220189725</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></entry></feed>
