<?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-8271125</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:54:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'># martini kiss</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</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-8271125.post-113646042816523975</id><published>2006-01-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T03:27:08.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO, I'VE MOVED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.-mexicanwine.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.-mexicanwine.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113646042816523975?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113646042816523975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113646042816523975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113646042816523975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113646042816523975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2006/01/hello-ive-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113636983935350761</id><published>2006-01-04T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T04:34:28.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your grace has found me just as I am ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Empty handed but alive in Your hands ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had been a day of praise, a day when God did his first miracle in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher came, it was the second period. I stared on as she entered, the words came shook my entire world. " No appeals would be accepted, and that is final. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third period came, and the fourth, next. My mind was a complete blank, I thought of how I'm gonna explain this whole issue to my parents, I thought of how my future's gonna be now that such an important subject had been taken away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of God. I came to Him after I received the letter, I was required to drop A-Maths. I prayed, and prayed hard. He seemed to just say, don't worry, don't worry. Just like how He had answered all my prayers whenever I seek for help. Though everything always didn't turn out how I wanted, I had faith still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came today. I just questioned Him, over and over again. I wanted an answer, but all that came was silence. I kept asking, where were You when I needed you so much, when I had so much faith. Are You gonna leave me just like that ? I wondered if You had even heard my prayers. My faith just faded away, into nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess came and passed. Humanities followed soon after. But it was not the humanities teacher that stepped in first, it was my maths teacher. She came to retreive her water bottle she had left behind, and the sight of her made me more depressed. That was, till she stopped. In her tracks and she said, " Only hansheng is allowed to continue in his A-Maths among all appeals. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there, stunned. I shouted " Yayeee ! ", and jumped for joy and hugged everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thanked God silently, from the bottom of my heart. And I could see a gentle smile, and that was all to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humbled by your Majesty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coverd by Your grace so free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came, my first miracle God has done in my life, my very first prayer He answered. I just know, now that I've been so much closer to Him, it's just impossible not to see the things He has been doing in my life. I came to him in the past, only when I've played too much, and needed miracle results. But God sees our faith, and God answers it accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, thanking God. I can hear him speaking through my heart, and when my faith disappeared, He had shown me a miracle, He had granted me another chance. As if to say, hansheng, have faith always, and I'll always be there for you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've found,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest love of all in mine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you, &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113636983935350761?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113636983935350761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113636983935350761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113636983935350761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113636983935350761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2006/01/your-grace-has-found-me-just-as-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113618783530119568</id><published>2006-01-01T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:52:52.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We get by just fine here on minimum wage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If love's a labour I'll slave till the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year, 2006. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year hadn't exactly been a good year. I'd be lying if I say my results had been impressive. Truth is, I hadn't been working hard in my studies, and I've pretty much wasted the entire year away, just having fun outside. Family relationships hadn't worked out too well, but I'm grateful for that little peace that still exists in that little corner of the house. It's hard to pick up the pieces left over from the past, it's harder to chase back the old times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time with family, the time with old friends seemed to lessen a great deal all of a sudden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new year has begun, and with it comes new resolutions. It seems that my whole life's been one huge mess, and I've decided it's time to set it right, or at least, clear whatever I can up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main priority is to start getting those darn As on my tests and examinations. Yes, I'm gonna study. Hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's time to spend more time with my family, and forge closer relationships. I've no idea how I'm gonna acheive that but I'm gonna try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To grow mature spiritually, to rise up and serve God, to be closer to Him than I've ever been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, those are the only resolution I've made and want to keep. Since this year's gonna be my O levels year, time's pretty short, so I've put my priority on these things, things that matter the most to be right now. It's time to buck up and hit the books, it's time to dive into deep seclusion to get those results up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a headache, and I've a feeling the reason behind it is school. The pressure's settling in again, I hope I don't give in. I'm gonna pack my bag and dance my way to school tomorrow and I'll have a wide smile on my face and shout hooray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blimey. Time to get some sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine if you show me yours first.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's compare scars and I'll tell you whose is worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113618783530119568?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113618783530119568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113618783530119568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113618783530119568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113618783530119568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-live-on-front-porches-and-swing.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113613179741259357</id><published>2006-01-01T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:52:35.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive,&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.&lt;br /&gt;Here's to goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N293&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the friends in N293 I talked to more. (: The first time we actually talked was after cell group in Kovan, in the mrt and.. you were having another of your mood swings. There was a footprint on the floor and I tried fitting my foot in, and you smiled ! As I've said, you're a really special girl, always being tough and hard on the outside, but you're actually so soft in the inside. (: I find your smile really pretty, so stop having random mood swings and keep smiling ! Well, you're leaving for N330, and I guess we won't meet so much, I'll have one less friend to talk to now. But like you said, there's always Sunday. I'll carry your bag anytime, that is, if you stop listing out the special privileges of your school. Keep the fire burning for Christ, and I'm sure he's probably as in love with your smile as I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sandy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, sandy, oh sandy. (: One of the few who talked to me during my first days in N293 ! I'm really grateful for well, not your bullying, but for how you always talk to me no matter what. I know, life's pretty tough for you right now, but there's always me ! And life's always much more than problems. I'm sorry about the Christmas gift, I'll find something for you I promise. Well, your chattering will go to N330 along with you, and I'll miss it. But come every Sundays, you can bully me all you want, anytime, anywhere. Though regarding the bag carrying service, I shall reconsider. (: So trust in God, and I'm sure everything's gonna be fine really soon ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua, Sarah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua ! You're the little brother I always talk to, be it in church or during cell group meeting. Somehow, you're just so cute that we connect in a special way. I love talking to you, teasing you, playing with you, and things won't be quite the same around in N293 without you. But no matter what, let's stay as close as we are now. (: I'll sit with you whenever you're lonely and you can disturb me whenever you want to. (: Mm, Sarah. We hardly ever talk, or rather, we never did actually talk to one another. But I know the reasons for your tears during thanksgiving and.. All I can say is, God must have a special reason for this. So, uh, mushroom ? ( I wonder why everyone calls you that ) Stay cheerful and have faith ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheryln, Wenhui, Jiayu, Szefong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first four friends I met in N293, during the Festival of Praise, remember ? Well, I dont think anyone of you would come across my humble blog but.. It was great fun knowing you guys. I find the bunch of you as one of the craziest in N293, and the actions and comments you people made never fails to lights up a moody day. The atmosphere won't be the same without you guys, but there are still many outings we can head out together as a cell. Thanks for always talking to me when it seems that I'm always by the side feeling lonely and stuff. I appreciated it. Good luck in N330 ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicolette, Derrick, Jicai, Dwayne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicolette. (: One of the closer friends in N293, I thank you for the times we've had together. There have been rumours about us, but you're always shrugging them away, and I feel that you're such a carefree person. (: Your wide smile seems to speak everything about you the day we met, and.. Yeah, we've shared pretty much as close friends. I'll always remember you, and if you stop talking to the thousands of boyfriends online and saying mushy stuff to them, I'll consider talking to you more in church. (: Alright, enough talk, study hard, and just know that you can come to me for anything, or if you simply wish to bore me with your voice. (: Derrick and Jicai ! You guys are great fun to hang out with, and would really brave any dangers for your friends. (: Welcome to church and though we would be seperated in different cells, I still hope that you two can come up with as much nonsense on Sundays. Maplestory doesn't actually catches my attention, but your adventures with Jeffery in that imaginary land cracks me up. And Jicai, Manchester United still rocks. (: Dwayne, I supposed you know we would be having bible study together and I hope to know you better as a friend. (: And you should bring Yuqi to church too ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Angeline, Guifeng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two girls that I find extremely comical when engaging Jeffery in a conversation. The small bits of conversation between us that I actually remembered was when Angeline was afraid to get sweets from the counter and pulled me along, and when Guifeng got bombarded by a gift from the birds in the skies of Sentosa. Keep being yourselves, and I'm sure there would be more of you to recall as the days go on. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The one I find to be someone who's really on fire and filled with passion for God, and yet still being a great friend with a sense of humour. I think that you would be a great leader in the futre and that you're really gifted in music ! I heard you on the piano when we came early, and if I'm not wrong, you were playing 100 years, Five For Fighting. And you're equally good on the guitar, when Jeffery handed you the guitar for you to take over the strings. N293 is proud to have you among us, and continue guiding us along the path to be more like Christ. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hweemin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello ! Remember the day I offered you some flowers ? Or rather, the tennis racket that belonged to you. I've no idea why I came up with flowers and not just saying it's a tennis racket. (: I guess that's the only memory I have of you through the days I've been here, but we still talk when we meet and I thank you for always being so friendly to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liyun, Liwen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liyun ! (: Being the most entertaining person in N293 isn't exactly an easy thing to accomplish, and I wonder how you always come up with the silliest actions and words to humour everyone one in the cell. The way you always tease and play with Fiona makes me laugh, and your senseless jokes never fails to make me laugh. Like on the train when we're going to help out at the children church, you were the one making all the really weird but amusing jokes. And you do the weirdest things, like using Fiona's phone and sending me a message to get water for her, when you're just two metres away from me ! Thanks for all the joy and laughter you bring to N293 and keep coming up with amusing stuff. (: Liwen, you're just like your sister, always making everyone smile, but in a different way. The way you make everyone in the cell laugh and feel loved is just really special. And the way you cling to eveyone during thanksgiving was so cute. (: N293 won't be so much fun without you and your sister around. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeffery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who brought me to N293 and I thank you for that. You're a friend anyone would love to have, and you're a great brother to me too. We're still together in the same cell group, and in the same class in school. (: And I'm glad that you're always crazy and being the way you are. I thank you and Junle from the bottom of my heart, for the company, and for this great family. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another of my classmates that I'm close to, and it's no different in church too. I thank you for always talking to me when everyone seemed so busy, and for everything we shared as friends whenever we head out together. You're simply a great brother, and I really thank you for that. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fiona ! (: You're someone who taught me so much, and being a great friend to talk to anytime, anywhere. You're really someone so special to me, the way you dont behave like a girl, yet there's something about you that tells me you're as much a girl as any other out there, just so much more special. I'm glad to be your entertainment everytime you're bored, and I'm thankful for the laughter you've brought me. You're just so silly, when your eyes shine so brightly when you see food, and the childish tone in you when you play your Xbox. Keep your hair long, it's really pretty. (: I still can't bear to eat the candy you gave me, and thanks so much for what you gave me during Christmas. Thank you for everything, and thank you for being who you are. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And finally, I've reached.. My wonderful cell group leader, Leila ! Thanks for listening to me spill out my problems, and thanks for making me feel so much at home in N293. I've really nothing more to say, except a big thank you for all you've done for each and every one of us, and that N293 loves you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So denied, so I lied, are you the now or never kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a day and a day love I'm gonna be gone for good again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you willing to be had, are you cool with just tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your name, on the line, along with place and time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna stay, not to go, I wanna ditch the logical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a toast to all those who hear me all too well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All my time is frozen in motion,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't I stay for an hour or two or more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me let you go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a toast to all those who know me all too well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the nights we felt alive.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to the tears you knew you'd cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's to goodbye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow's gonna come too soon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113613179741259357?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113613179741259357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113613179741259357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113613179741259357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113613179741259357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2006/01/heres-to-nights-we-felt-alive-heres-to.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113551435158917161</id><published>2005-12-25T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T07:09:47.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the furthest ends of earth, I wish each and everyone a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who gave me something for this wonderful day, be it a simple card or the plentiful sweets and chocolates, I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; from the bottom of my heart !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, though it's a simple dinner, I sure enjoyed everything. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I've always treasured, know that life's all about having &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;great fun&lt;/span&gt; with you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, thank You for the warmth of a family, though unlike others. For the friends You have placed in my life, they're everything I could ask for. Thank You for a great church to praise and worship You in, and I wish that wherever you are, up in heaven looking down on us, or down on earth prancing around white snow with little children, I wish that You too, have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113551435158917161?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113551435158917161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113551435158917161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113551435158917161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113551435158917161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-furthest-ends-of.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113470777433366740</id><published>2005-12-15T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:47:00.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's childish and maybe it's wrong ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But so is your blank stare in lieu of this song ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my electric guitar. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAYE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been playing with my brand new toy for the past hours, and yes, I can safely say I've found my true love. Thing is, Mxtabs had chosen a bad time to shut down on me and all I can do now is to meddle around with my limited knowledge of guitar tabs. But still, I'm overjoyed. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are coming to an end and I've yet to complete my homework. I lost my maths worksheet and I need the question on the composition. And regarding the newspaper cuttings, I've yet to find someone who reads the chinese newspapers daily. So, I guess this spells doom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, my schoolwork hasn't been exactly outstanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing in your skin tonight ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiet is my loudest cry ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't wanna wake the eyes that make me melt inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; tasted sushi this holidays, and I don't think anyone eats sushi on Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why everyone's feeling moody these days. Hello, Christmas is arriving. Chirstmas speaks of joy and laughter. Of white snow, dozens of gifts, the aroma of turkey, and the sight of the grand Christmas tree. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the guitar's beckoning. I'm off. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll send you the rough draft, I'll seal it with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113470777433366740?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113470777433366740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113470777433366740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113470777433366740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113470777433366740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/12/maybe-its-childish-and-maybe-its-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113436045172017039</id><published>2005-12-11T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T20:11:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm still waiting for ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You to be the one I'm waiting for ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days seem to crawl and fly, at the same time, that is. At home, it's pretty much a mess, and with the hangover of Additional Mathemactics in my head, together with the frequent quarrels, you get my point. Home isn't exactly a good place to be in during the holidays. And when you just wanna take a break form everything, you run into the room and hide under the pillow. Now, that's when the thoughts of school come in. Three more weeks and school's reopening. And no, I haven't done my homework yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days in God's presence were really, really comforting. I can't explain it, and even if I did, few would understand. I just wanna thank God for everything He did. I know, everything would be just fine. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading out to run some errands. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113436045172017039?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113436045172017039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113436045172017039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113436045172017039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113436045172017039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-im-still-waiting-for-you-to-be-one.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113294341847552969</id><published>2005-11-26T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T10:33:48.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the sun still shines in the summer time ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be yours if you'll be mine ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire today. As a movie, it's well, pretty good. But as one who reads and follows every single book, it's somewhat average. But who am I to judge it, cause no matter the quality, this movie still makes big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Eve and Amadea, and the days spent studying. Awesome fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think I'll have another glass of Mexican wine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexican wine's constantly playing in my head these few days. After strolling by the wine cellar in the supermarket, I've this sudden urge to taste wine. Or champagne. Oh, one more thing. The way the wine bottles are arranged on the self, one knock and you'll find yourself forking out thousands of dollars paying for broken glass. The supermarket's so crafty, be careful around that area. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm desperately in need of new albums, I can't wait to get my pay. Then I'll spend and spend and spend. Speaking of which, I haven't been working for two weeks. (: That means I have to cut short my own Christmas list, unfaaair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn. Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113294341847552969?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113294341847552969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113294341847552969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113294341847552969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113294341847552969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-sun-still-shines-in-summer-time.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113171861911906857</id><published>2005-11-11T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:45:54.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never conquered , rarely came ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 just held such better days ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this post, I would like to voice out that I think Blink182's one of the most amazing bands I've ever heard, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've broken up, and yeah, what a pity. I mean, they churned out some of the best songs ever and look at them now. &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/bands/b/blink_182/qa_feature_103105/?headlines=true"&gt;http://www.mtv.com/bands/b/blink_182/qa_feature_103105/?headlines=true&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're simply amazing. (: I love the way they bring out your emotions with their songs, and at they way they hit out at the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. A week had just ended, it wasn't totally enjoyable but heck. At least I earned myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cold, hard cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm starting to get used to waking up early, I guess I needed that. I'm more awake these days, but tireddd. One more week, and I have to drag my pitiful self to school, sit at the desk, and stare blankly at my A-Maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy, look at me smile. (: I think I've saved up a somewhat decent amount of money. I wanna go hit the city and shop around ! I'm gonna spend my entire savings away in a single day, I'm gonna shop myself silly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days when I can still feel alive ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I can't wait to get&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;outside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink182's amazing. &lt;em&gt;Totally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113171861911906857?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113171861911906857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113171861911906857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113171861911906857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113171861911906857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-never-conquered-rarely-came-16-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-113110842884210075</id><published>2005-11-04T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T06:42:44.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you say ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I took those words away ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song never fails to melt me, be it the different versions churned out by different artists. So here I am, stuck at home listening to cheesy love songs. Yes, I am bored. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone had/has been blogging on their results, and since I'm so damn bored, ( if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ) I'm here to whine about MY results. Be entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Physics, a 39. And along with that, I got a 27 for my Additional Mathemactics. That's what I failed basically, and though I kinda predicted that, I'm still disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like who wouldn't be, considering the fact that 27 marks out of a hundred is &lt;strong&gt;plain, frigging dumb.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I passed overall. A measly 51%, just a little way over the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've switched back to this skin, along with the tagboard, links and all. Not that it mattered, seeing the dust that had settled over this ancient place. But I like everything to be pretty, pretty ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the holidays had been okay so far. Though I'm trying hard to not remind myself of the upcoming Additional Mathemactics retest I have to take in a month's time. And seeing how I get to sleep late, while some of the others STILL have to go to school ( haha xD ), yes I know I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mum's constantly on my back, nagging me to work somemore. I hate working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's more than words ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's more than what you say ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love cheesy love songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They keep my mind off you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update, to keep things alive. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-113110842884210075?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/113110842884210075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=113110842884210075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113110842884210075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/113110842884210075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-would-you-say-if-i-took-those.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112937118152450577</id><published>2005-10-15T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:52:24.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only you could read what's on my mind ,&lt;br /&gt;See right through my eyes ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Obs, and boy, was it fun. (: It's so much different from anything, and the camp just mixes all kinds of feelings together- like brewing potion in a cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pen down everything. Then one day, I'd just look back and smile at these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day was pretty much unpacking stuff and admistration. And I was missing home a hell lot. Yes, already. Then I got picked to be in Hillary, and our instructor was.. Mauricette. (: I thought she's just like any other instructor who just wants you to complete the damn course but no, she wasn't and thank god for that. Anyway, we did some I forgot what it's called, and the day passed pretty quickly. Night came, and Amadea called. (: And hell, I couldn't sleep a wink that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day was packing and trekking and it was kinda difficult to get used to the heavy backpack which weighs like a million tonnes. We camped by the seaside, I think. And then we were asked to build a raft or something to go across the quarry. And we succeeded along with Cousteau. Yes, we were buddy groups. (: And I suspected something was going on about between our instructors. Hoho. Our pretty instructor and the somewhat-manhunt longhaired guy. Mm, and we swam and cleaned ourselves in the clear waters of the quarry. It's freshwater, and it's so clean and refreshing and the afternoon sun previously didn't really contribute much to our weary bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day- We went over to Camp 1. And we were like, woah damn. The residential people sure have it good here. And then we were always trying to pick fights with the Singapore Sports School. The guys were like showing off their bodies and holding their heads high, and the girls were like, look at me, I'm so pretty. And we were turned off by their damn haughtiness. Anyway, we kayaked. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day, we rock climbed and played some games and the day went by really fast. We trekked back to Camp 2 and saw burnt people. Yes, really burnt. (: And then we were cursing out luck cause we couldn't kayak around the island but then again, we were relieved we weren't that burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admistration again on the fifth. And we found ourselves heading back to Singapore. Went out to Seoul Garden and ate with different people from different Obs groups and chatted about just everything. Went home and plop, deep slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright done. I'm too lazy to add too much details. Anyway, I don't care what people say but our instructor was the best. She jogs everyday on the island before we wake up and that's like super early. And she's really like a kid, she giggles ! She always entertains herself with her own jokes and giggles away. And since I was always the last man, we talked alot. And I told her she was just like a kid. And guess what, she giggled again. (: Oh, she's like a mother. She brings us around like how every instructor does. But hey, she even cooks for us ! How cool is that huh. And she was the only instructor that brings her watch to watch the sunrise. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted her talking to Gideon- Cousteau's instructor once. Then I walked over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " So, he asked you out on a date, huh ? "&lt;br /&gt;Mauricette: -smacks me with broom she's holding- " No la ! Shoo, go help the others ! " -giggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while trekking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Eh you, stop giggling and entertaining yourself. "&lt;br /&gt;Mauricette: -giggles- " WHAT. " -giggles-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, she's 20 only, and damn cute. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for Hillary. Yeah there're always some people that just totally piss you off at times. Imagine hearing hokkien vulgarities every night, and his useless tentmates laughs at his not-so-funny language. And he's proud to admit that he wants to talk just like a &lt;em&gt;typical coffeeshop chinese beng&lt;/em&gt;. And he shows off his ' hot bod ' but gave up halfway during rockclimbing, after which he laughed at others who can't climb. And the irony ? He's a &lt;em&gt;prefect&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there ARE more others who just makes the camp tolerable. (: And yeah, I haven't got much to say but our watch's just fantastic. With Cousteau. Absolutely. (: And of course, our instructors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Obs was amazing, and I admitted I enjoyed it. So you, stop putting off others, you can't enjoy the camp if you just view yourself so high up. It's fine with me that you'd rather waste 5 days complaining shit and slacking away. But it's so not fine if you think it's funny by bitching about me. Go ahead and ask the entire camp. I'd bet everyone enjoyed themselves lest for you and those you've influenced. It's YOU that's thrash, not the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I miss tons of people. I think I'll end this post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly wanna take back what I've said. If only you'd ever speak to me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. Yes, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hillary, Mauricette, Obs. &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112937118152450577?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112937118152450577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112937118152450577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112937118152450577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112937118152450577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-only-you-could-read-whats-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112869756948948469</id><published>2005-10-07T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:52:45.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm somewhere in between ,&lt;br /&gt;What is real and just a dream ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be cruel at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought things were going smoothly, just when everything seemed in place, the world just have to come crashing down on you. Why can't I be perfect. Then, I would top the class in everything. Then, I would have everyone heaping praises on me. Then, at least, I could be worth a second glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. This world's just too fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all down to me. Me, me, and me. I'll show the world, I'll show everyone. You will see, that when pushed to the edge, one still can survive. If it's just plain misery the world wants me to experience, I'll show you real pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean too much. Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you. I'll show you hansheng.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112869756948948469?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112869756948948469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112869756948948469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112869756948948469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112869756948948469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-im-somewhere-in-between-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112749860985221352</id><published>2005-09-24T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:53:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see, it's never good enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To just leave or give up ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Kelly ! I've know you for some time now, and you're just about the greatest friend I've had. You give really good advice, and you've shown me your takes on life and taught me that the world really isn't all pretty and stuff. But then again, friends like you make it all worthwhile. (: There's so much to say, but I'd end it here. Have a wonderful birthday. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make the next 48 hours count. Man, I wish the exams would pass over quick. I could just die right now. Acids, bases, salt. Uh, add them with metals and you get what, hydrogen ? I'm tempted to write explosion. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112749860985221352?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112749860985221352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112749860985221352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112749860985221352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112749860985221352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-see-its-never-good-enough-to-just.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112711941554330768</id><published>2005-09-19T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T07:30:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm tripping on words ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got my head spinning ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and here's to me turning fifteen. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm older by a year now. And yeah, I've gotta think more like an adult now, I've gotta stop behaving like a kid and stuff. No more candles, no more cartoons. Hoho. I guess, it's really time for me to grow up. I've seen so much these fifteen years, and learned so much too. I've grown to realise that the reason for our existence in this world, is to love. We were created out of love, and we're born to love. Yet it's one thing to say it, and another to actually do it. Cause when the world rears it's ugly head at you, there's no way out. All you can do, is to take whatever shit that's being thrown at you, pick yourself up, and brace yourself from another attempt to hold you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn from these fifteen years. Surviving in this world isn't easy, it never was. When the only comfort you could ever find, is in your family, and maybe in your lover's eyes. But in the end, it's all down to you. You never know when fate's gonna deal another blow in your direction, you never know the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all of the people with nothing to do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know how a simple message you sent, how a short call to say happy birthday meant so much to me. Even though it hurts to know someone else's waiting on the other line, and that someone's always on your mind, I won't mind. I won't. Cause you never know how much you meant in my heart. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. September 19th's gonna be over real soon. I'll miss the touch of the mouse, and the constant typing on the keyboard. But then again, the darn exams are nearing. Yeah, I know no matter how hard I study, I never do get the results I so badly want. I've got a feeling all these studying aren't gonna do much help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna learn You and Me ! One day, I'll just play it for you. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the short smses, everyone. (: Thanks mum, thanks dad. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112711941554330768?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112711941554330768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112711941554330768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112711941554330768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112711941554330768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-tripping-on-words-youve-got-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112644297873450010</id><published>2005-09-11T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T05:29:29.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can be my james dean ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be your sweet queen ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, the exams are staring me in the face and I haven't done anything much to get them off my back. So far, I've just been lazing through the entire holidays, and yeah, I'm feeling way guilty. The computer had been the #1 distraction, and I've been thinking of ways to destroy it. Hoho. I could put it in the fridge and let it freeze to its death, or I could dump in into a volcano and watch it sink into the lava. But nah, I came up with the perfect plan. I'm gonna cripple it, steal the mouse, and stuff it in some locker and then throw the key down the rubbish chute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough crap. I'd come back let's see, the 19th. To well, say happy birthday to myself and maybe, to check for mails. After which, I shall go back and delve into deep seclusion. Whoo. I'm gonna mug my ass off these few weeks. Boy, I'm gonna miss everyone. But then again, no one shall notice my disappearance, no one would care, and no one ever steps into this blog anymore. Pfft, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye Mr Computer. Hello, my tattered-and-torn books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112644297873450010?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112644297873450010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112644297873450010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112644297873450010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112644297873450010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-can-be-my-james-dean-ill-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112610457928768144</id><published>2005-09-07T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T04:54:09.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just as long as I have you ,&lt;br /&gt;Right here by me ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just how sweet is this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week span of holidays have just been a bore. But heck, I won't wanna get back to school just yet. I've been trying to stay home, be a good boy, and study. But screw the distractions, I haven't acomplish nothing, not since the holidays started. And I've realised, that every now and then, people are dealt terrible blows, and others just don't know how darn lucky they are. Ah, fuck this, this world isn't a pretty place to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was to be given a chance to leave this place, I won't stop to think twice. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112610457928768144?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112610457928768144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112610457928768144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112610457928768144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112610457928768144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-as-long-as-i-have-you-right-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112419643901932661</id><published>2005-08-16T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:24:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the beauty of grace ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that it makes life not fair ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. So life's unfair. Surprise, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty normal. Fact that Mrs Sng's back from childbirth just made us more aware of what lies ahead in the final year exams. Ah, math's one subject I totally loathe. Plus, lessons are so predictably boring that I hardly could keep my eyelids from shutting these days. Except for the occasionals fights between classes during after-lessons, nothing much's quite worth the attention. But that's beside the point, I'm on Operation-Mug-Hard. And harder. And harder still. I've been failing practically everything. I won't mind a blissful change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you are. And off I go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112419643901932661?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112419643901932661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112419643901932661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112419643901932661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112419643901932661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/08/but-beauty-of-grace-is-that-it-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112365881136542005</id><published>2005-08-10T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:29:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll draw in pencil ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you can trace with pen ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one entry that i did countless of backspacing. To sum it up. I went to catch the fireworks, and blend into the national day fever. Sea of red, wherever you go. Had seafood, after which, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I haven't got any idea what to say. But I hate you for doing this. I wish you'd go far away, so far that I wouldn't even know you ever existed, that I could convince myself this was just a bad dream.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112365881136542005?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112365881136542005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112365881136542005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112365881136542005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112365881136542005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/08/ill-draw-in-pencil-so-you-can-trace.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112342517075257708</id><published>2005-08-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:07:19.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell the world that He died for them ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell the world that He lives again ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOP was simply &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on friday, and I could really feel the presence of God in there. It was really&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; great. The first ever time I could feel Him so strongly. I shoulda have gone today ! Shucks. But everyone ended up real tired after morning service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs, Delirious. I can't wait to hear them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fling wide you heavenly gates !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prepare the way of the Risen Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Open up the door and let the music play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the streets resound with singing !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got time to really type all these nowadays. I'm somehow, tired of penning down these thoughts. Anyway, tons of things happened over the past weeks. Which I'd rather not post it, due to the laziness I somehow developed along with the passing of time. (: Goodbye !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Way- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes could only speak so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112342517075257708?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112342517075257708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112342517075257708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112342517075257708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112342517075257708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/08/tell-world-that-he-died-for-them-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112273194619680092</id><published>2005-07-30T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:08:04.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever seen your sunset ,&lt;br /&gt;Fade beneath a raincloud ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer's down. Wonder when it's gonna be repaired. So here I am, using the laptop. Hah, I'm getting wonderful results this term. Like woah, not yet a test which I failed. Instead, beautiful marks acheived. This's the one motivation- I'm gonna build on these results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell. I nearly got that dreaded pink form on friday. I got away, but then a complaint email was sent to my form teacher. Walao. I'm so gonna get it from her on monday. Heh, but friday was in fact, fun. Cos I came up with the oh-so-great idea of sneaking into the chij drama night that day. Hey, don't look at me. I found out that half of the people up on the second floor sneaked in too. Haha. And the girls still let everyone in. Oh well. Okay, the skit they put up were uh, kinda boring. But the twist in the story was unexpected. So yeah, it's was pretty much alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna switch to another church. Mm, I don't want to. Since I grew up in this church. Fond memories, but somehow. It just isn't as heartwarming in there now. Heh, I'm sorry. Anyway. I'm wondering if I should switch to City Harvest Church. Or maybe, Meltee's church. I don't know. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community centres in singapore are plain stupid. They're located in hard-to-reach places. I've to like, travel a million miles before I could reach my destination. Okay, not a million miles that long, but yeah, you get my point. Now, should I enrol ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sparkle of light, &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; are to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112273194619680092?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112273194619680092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112273194619680092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112273194619680092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112273194619680092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-you-ever-seen-your-sunset-fade.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112149435934548914</id><published>2005-07-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:57:21.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here comes the rain again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling from the stars ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked my physics test yet again. Ah, oh well. Haha. Had great fun yesterday. To keep it short, had soccer training. After which we went over to Desmond's house. Guitar, computer, PS2, food, drinks. One word- fun. Haha. And before we went back, we gathered up in the top room and played wake me up when september ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled training today. Since we had one yesterday. So I slept till 12. Anyway, the competition's just next week. It's like so damn fast. I love martini kiss. Thanks to Kelly who sent it to me a few months back. Haha. And I love my guitar to bits. Though I'd buy another one soon. Oh, and Redhill Market's opened today. Like finally, yay. Randomness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I blogged. Jane, the not so great. Haha. I'mma go play the guitar now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; matter. Alot. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112149435934548914?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112149435934548914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112149435934548914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112149435934548914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112149435934548914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-comes-rain-again-falling-from.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112092457431319839</id><published>2005-07-09T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T07:59:02.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And all my sandcastles ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spend their time collapsing ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched fantastic four today ! My childhood heroes, yay. (: and I realised that blue eyes are so frigging cool. Damn pretty okay. I want. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Johnny Storm ( Chris Evans ) ! I like his I-don't-give-a-damn attitude. And he's damn cool ( or hot ), like who has the ability to turn into a supernova, equivalent to the sun ? And gosh, he has blue eyes. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Switchfoot- Let that be enough. It's really nice, go listen. I'm dead beat, after soccer today. There, I'm yawning now. Church tomorrow ! I'm heading to bed- soon !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A hint of sweet love, in the air. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112092457431319839?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112092457431319839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112092457431319839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112092457431319839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112092457431319839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/07/and-all-my-sandcastles-spend-their.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112056805369238853</id><published>2005-07-05T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T05:47:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But without you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I'm going to be is incomplete ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen. Behold, the gravity-defying coin ! Look on and stare in amazement now ! Fly coin, fly ! PLOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music from Backstreet Boys and Westlife ! Haha, I'm hooked to them again ! Especially ' Incomplete '. Songs by them are currently playing in the background. (: Like, who listen to punk rock on sucha cold, draggy evening, drenched in golden warm sunshine. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, everywhere, people seek love. But where else could one uncover greater hurt than what love brings. Yet people still continue the endless search for just that one similar thing- love. Maybe, just maybe. The feeling of being loved far surpasses the hurt it brings alongside, the memories of loving erase off the upcoming dreadings of hurt. Romance novels, love tragedies, we've heard them all. But what you hear and what you feel are two different stories altogether. When a gripping warm sensation grab you, hard. That is when you can say, this is love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. Enough talk, I'mma go study for my physics practical exam ! And homework too. Yes I know. Hardworking, eh. I know. &gt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've ever search for in life, is &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112056805369238853?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112056805369238853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112056805369238853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112056805369238853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112056805369238853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/07/but-without-you-all-im-going-to-be-is.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-112031882482274968</id><published>2005-07-02T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T06:08:42.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been the needle and the thread ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weaving figure eights and circles round your head ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so Jane convinced me to blog. Like how I did few days back. Haha, look. I'm blogging, nehh. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, happy birthday Joyce ! &gt;&lt; ( If you're reading this, haha. Yes, I know I'm nice. ) Yay, I grew 1cm. And I'm 168cm now, all hail hs. Haha. And 54kg to add to the count. Which is, I don't know, considered okay I guess. School- I frigging screwed up the first physics test. but I kinda did well for the chemistry practical exam. And lessons are pretty boring, since when has there been anyday without maths and english. When everything turned to chaos following the ring of the bell signaling the next period. Who would have imagined the class shivering in fright just a term back, whenever it's maths lessons. But aye, lky ( new maths teacher ) just sucks la. Shit this term, I shoulda just give up on maths. Spent the morning coaching the class team. Haha, with the help of others of course. Fun, after which we went for some lan. Oh and yes, watched Initial D yesterday, eight o'clock movie with the clique. Damn, was it nice. Haha. Tomorrow there's some milk run project going on which includes the class. So I can say byebye to my late morning sleep. Pfft. Gonna miss church too. And monday, I guess, includes a trip to sentosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've let go, pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-112031882482274968?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/112031882482274968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=112031882482274968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112031882482274968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/112031882482274968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/07/ive-been-needle-and-thread-weaving.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111987837095082671</id><published>2005-06-27T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:26:29.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the words were in my heart ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They went &lt;em&gt;unspoken&lt;/em&gt; ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of school. And it was pretty much rubbish the whole day. Things seem to have taken a whole new change. a bad one, though. The new maths teacher speaks in alien language. When he explains, he makes things worse. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff to study for :&lt;br /&gt;1. Geography test.&lt;br /&gt;2. Physics test.&lt;br /&gt;3. Chemistry practical exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111987837095082671?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111987837095082671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111987837095082671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111987837095082671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111987837095082671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-words-were-in-my-heart-they-went.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111971631329433250</id><published>2005-06-26T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:30:02.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You're a bitch ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I love you anyway ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, that was one helluva song. &lt;strong&gt;Bowling For Soup - The Bitch Song&lt;/strong&gt;. Go listen, it simply kicks ass. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just somehow got the feeling to blog. Though I've got nothing much to talk about. Bbq was okay i guess. Just an ordinary one, with lan, soccer. That's about it. Note to albert : If you're reading this, haha. You'd better remember that ole` trick I did on you. (x Cause it was pretty darn cool. Went home after that, and now I got a frigging headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Somehow, I'm being mean to everyone nowadays. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I can't think shit now. It's darnit painful. Argh. And school's near to reopening. Mm. I think I shall stop for now. I'mma pop some panadols and head for sleep !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know. Really. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111971631329433250?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111971631329433250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111971631329433250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111971631329433250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111971631329433250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/youre-bitch-but-i-love-you-anyway-mm.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111952312367838668</id><published>2005-06-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:41:29.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someday we'll know ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If love can move a mountain ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, chalet updates. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up- bicycle kiosk. As usual, here's the list of everyone present. Carey, Karen, Floren and Marsha. Donovan, John, Zw and me. Got bikes ( $5 for an entire day ), which were pretty much cheap. Cycled there and tried to help out with the unpacking. For some weird reason, Zw turned into some kind of model housewife, while the three gays ( Don, John and me ) looked on, and tried to help. And Karen was laughing and laughing, cause we've really got nothing to do. Aye, we &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt;. (x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we had lunch. And to make this short, we went for bowling and some arcade games. Had fun there, the lady at the counter speaks in some funny accent. (: Night fell, there was night cycling and some truth or dare. I think, with ' Murderer ' included. Games that bored people came up with. Haha. Dinner was cup noodles plus, chips and snacks. Ghost stories were next and well, we headed for bed. The one hour sleep plan failed, haha. Halfway through the night, Karen wasn't feeling well. Carey went to look after her and I tagged along. Haha, y'know something ? This pair of twins are really, really close. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to force Carey to sleep, while I hardly caught a wink of sleep. Mm. And I got &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt;. Haha nevermind. (x Karen got better, dawn came, alongside the rain. Then I headed up to bed. When I came down, I saw the bubbly Karen smiling. Haha. Then uh, Marsha was engrossed with musical chairs, while john and Carey entertained them. Checked out and cycled back, the three gays sped away but somehow, the rest of them were ahead of us. Haha, we sound so stupid la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Don's house. Watched ' shutter '. Eerie show, brr. Oh, and all of us were sleeping all over the place on the way there. (: You could enter the bus we were on, and see the back seats occupied with sleepyeyed teenagers. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm, thanks for everything. For the fun, joy and laughter we've had enjoyed together. And I realised too, that sometimes, I can't help but fall. ): Ah well, at least no one knew what I meant. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished E-maths. Keyboard's somehow fixed. Life's good, though it had been better. Holidays are soon to be over, but oh well. Eve's back, and she's as sweet as ever. Haha, thanks for the call. Kelly sweet's recovering too ! Yay. Now, time to get that pile of homework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, this post's seemed so, weird. Nevermind. I'll update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave this fantasy ;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[ edit ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;famous quotes -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carey : " I'm the chiobu. Thank you thank you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karen : " Limited vocabulary is like that one. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsha : " Eh, play musical chairs again leh ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floren : " Snoooooore. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingting : " ... ... John is the gong ji tou one. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan ( throws cards and tried to catch ) : " Shit ! I nearly did it ! @$#!!#?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John ( stares at bowling ball ) : " What the.. ?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zw : " More beehoon please. " &amp;amp; " Want more orange juice ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : " Eh, don't laugh. That's my childhood hero. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111952312367838668?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111952312367838668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111952312367838668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111952312367838668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111952312367838668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/someday-well-know-if-love-can-move.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111900944819967971</id><published>2005-06-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:45:35.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you could be my punk rock princess ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I would be your garage band king ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I quit working. And so I get to experience the joy of sleeping in again. (: Which so totally rock. Mm, I think I earned around 400 dollars or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seems like everyone's gone to camps and overseas trips. I miss &lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt;. Gah. I'm supposed to complete my homework today. But I'm hooked onto the computer. Andand, the projects seem impossible to complete. However, I'm still procrastinating. Yay. Shoot me. &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm soSO in love with &lt;strong&gt;Something Corporate&lt;/strong&gt;. Lovely music. I want their CD. Who won't ? (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You hardly ever visit this blog. So why the hell do I care. Why don't you stop being so sweet and everything. I just want you outta my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though i'd run a thousand miles to get &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111900944819967971?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111900944819967971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111900944819967971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111900944819967971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111900944819967971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-could-be-my-punk-rock-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111806835229210259</id><published>2005-06-06T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:50:20.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Put away your tears ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And your sleepy eyes ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work isn't all that great. It's tough and boring. Really. Though I would prefer work to school. But I learnt alot today. I didn't knew all these kinda stuff actually existed. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like talking to old friends. Like Yixuan. She took the time to actually talk to you about the past. And alot more. Haha. And she still has the watch ! And Mel's got this absolutely fantastic quote that just totally describe what we both were feeling- look below. And Anita, my punching bag pal. Thanks for listening to me whine ! And albert for your stupid testimonials. Pavan too, for all those soccer stuff we always talk about. Kelly, angel silly. You really gotta take care. You mean alot to me. I don't wanna see you leave anyday, alright ? Nat, my gay whimsical partner. You gotta cheer up too. And yes, Eve. My retooded friend. I'll be your retarded squirrel anyday, yeah ? And we'll just talk the night away. Andand, just everyone out there. You guys make my world. And that's about all. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll just sit and wait. (: It's okay. So long you flash that smile of yours this way. Mm. Andand, yeah la. I wanna be more than special. But then, I'll wait, yes I will. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're the star on the christmas tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I like today. Not the whole of it. But just the parts when you know out there, there &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; people who care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'll be waiting, waiting and &lt;em&gt;waiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111806835229210259?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111806835229210259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111806835229210259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111806835229210259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111806835229210259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/put-away-your-tears-and-your-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111797700415119887</id><published>2005-06-05T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:31:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do I have to spell it out ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In black and white ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work. Tomorrow ! And I'm so not looking forward to it. But gah, I've got no choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it seems, I've got lots to say. Like how I'm dreading tomorrow. Andand, I've got this stupid feeling of jealousy. Sure, I said I didn't care much for jealousy. But then, what I say isn't what I feel. I may not know much, but I can see it doesn't really.. fall in place. I don't know. Maybe so. Like, what the hell. I hardly know you. So why this fjksag-ing feeling? I was never part of the puzzle, just a superfluous piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's carry on. To the next matter- I choose the friends I hang out with. I choose the friends I share things with. I choose the friends that showed true care. So if you're one of those people that go, who's he who's her, I'm telling you, shut up. Cause thing is, they're just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111797700415119887?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111797700415119887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111797700415119887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111797700415119887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111797700415119887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-i-have-to-spell-it-out-in-black-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111779311457891549</id><published>2005-06-03T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T00:58:35.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is your life ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you who you wanna be ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever really tried being, yourself ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I realised, in this world, few people are actually themselves. As in, they live the world for others. They're somewhat copies of another. It's scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Including &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone understood what I wrote. Doesn't matter. This is.. planet Earth, home to the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, do you actually believe one could actually be perfect ? No flaws, nothing ? Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go think about it. Yes, go. Don't feign ignorance. You know it. Oh sure, I believe. I believe you're perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;my ass&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111779311457891549?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111779311457891549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111779311457891549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111779311457891549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111779311457891549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-your-life-are-you-who-you.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111751343501833444</id><published>2005-05-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:08:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let me be the one ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Telling you it's alright ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love little adorable hyperactive pinchable-cheeks&lt;/em&gt; kids !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Alot alot ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Things that happened yesterday :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Basketball - Tiongbahru CC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Taxi-snatching competition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. Bowling - Kimseng Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Dinner - Great World City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Pool - Queenstown Stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7. Stupid fjksade-ing headache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Die, stupid headache, DIE. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay, it's been long since everyone went out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I like yesterday, some way or another. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I still love litle kids a&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lot ! (: -nods-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111751343501833444?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111751343501833444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111751343501833444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111751343501833444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111751343501833444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/05/let-me-be-one-telling-you-its-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111708131899220430</id><published>2005-05-25T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:17:53.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm more than a bird , I'm more than a plane&lt;br /&gt;More than some pretty face beside a train ;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Champions league final outcome :&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool FC 3 AC Millan 3&lt;br /&gt;Liverpool win 3-2 on penalties (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The match was largely in AC Milan's favour, the defence wasn't much outstanding in the first half. 3-0 down in the first half, yet they continued to fight on. 3 goals in 6 minutes, truly impressive. And then, it got to 3-3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Gerrard - the opening goal in the second half. Being the one inspiring his teamates to this result. His tackles were amazing. To me, he's the man of the match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One hell of a match, this final is. And, Dudek was a joke, haha. That dance of his was darn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isn't school today. There is parents-teachers meeting. And I got this darn physics article reflection.&lt;br /&gt;Doppler effect, what in the world is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111708131899220430?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111708131899220430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111708131899220430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111708131899220430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111708131899220430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-more-than-bird-im-more-than-plane.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8271125.post-111682295418364488</id><published>2005-05-22T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:18:31.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sew this up with threads of reason and regrets ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I will not forget ; &lt;em&gt;I will not forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yay. Today's a holiday ! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Church was superfun yesterday.&lt;/span&gt; W&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e learnt about self control.&lt;/span&gt; A&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nd the worship was great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's presence came. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we went over to plaza singapura to join the others at around 6 plus. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aha, they were spraying addidas woman's scent at the guys. &lt;em&gt;sensual&lt;/em&gt;, they call it. (x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Argh, I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; got mixed feelings about June. &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; gotta work, and I'm gonna miss out on lotsa stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;QUOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;jealousy, turning saints into the sea. eve says:&lt;br /&gt;but travis is more OMGG!! WHAT A HOT NAME! -hyperventilates. eventually faints-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I conclude she's back to normal. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And what the hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I rediscover the joy of reading again. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8271125-111682295418364488?l=allgone-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/feeds/111682295418364488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8271125&amp;postID=111682295418364488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111682295418364488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8271125/posts/default/111682295418364488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allgone-.blogspot.com/2005/05/sew-this-up-with-threads-of-reason-and.html' title=''/><author><name>hansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08997177981373421002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
