<?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-37520038</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:19:47.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MeMoRiEs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-7366084160560335281</id><published>2009-08-23T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:58:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hirta has moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.dorkydude.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-7366084160560335281?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7366084160560335281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=7366084160560335281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7366084160560335281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7366084160560335281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/hirta-has-moved-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4231804317567071738</id><published>2009-07-24T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:07:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Terrible Mid Year results! 3 U’s, 1 E and 2 D’s. Well, not greatly affected by it. Study harder i guess?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Shakeela’s dad owns a restaurant near my school. She has promised to bring me there. So hurry up Shakeela!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4231804317567071738?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4231804317567071738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4231804317567071738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4231804317567071738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4231804317567071738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly.'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-6245269702579711895</id><published>2009-06-06T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:02:25.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie is a dinosaur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;These are the reasons why i never wore those Barbie messaged *******. Because firstly, i am not going to dirty something that i will be keeping for the rest of my life. And secondly, it will suffocate real bad . . . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Calibri"&gt;Have I clarified your long time doubt, Wai Kit????? haha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6245269702579711895?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6245269702579711895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6245269702579711895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6245269702579711895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6245269702579711895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/barbie-is-dinosaur.html' title='Barbie is a dinosaur.'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5244369408535859134</id><published>2009-05-29T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:29:37.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A million thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;The holidays are here. But I'm not allowed on the family trip. Mum says i need to desperately catch up with my studies. Not really too sad about it. I’m way lagging behind on my H2 subjects.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;Well, a very big thanks to the birthday cakes, wishes and presents! Yeah, it’s a little too late. But, its never too late:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__HqYeaOI/AAAAAAAAALU/Uw177mw44bs/s1600-h/29052009363%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="29052009363" border="0" alt="29052009363" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__KZ9IdXI/AAAAAAAAALY/LE6LpdSYvXY/29052009363_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="466" height="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Monday story, 18th may.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Bell mt"&gt;BIG THANKS TO THE CLASS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell mt"&gt;Although it’s a ‘everyone must get a cake’ scheme, i still appreciate it. Cause you guys never did it for the sake of doing it. It just makes everyone else's birthday more memorable. (*it’s a 1/2 kg cake. Cleo forced me to add this*)And you guys had to chase me a second time and force me into a cubicle. How sad is that! :). Hate it that after cleaning up the contrasting cream, i get chased and forced out because the bell was about to ring. Lecture hall with bits of cake pieces over the face and shirt:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__M7S6ydI/AAAAAAAAALc/bstFfj-dxJk/s1600-h/co158.tmp%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="co158.tmp" border="0" alt="co158.tmp" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__PIL15CI/AAAAAAAAALg/3PMXNYomLDM/co158.tmp_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="508" height="382" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Bell mt"&gt;HUGE THANKS TO FELICIA, SHAKEELA, KAREN AND ATIKAH&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell mt"&gt;Totally unexpected until Shakeela spoilt it:) But it was memorable. Thanks guys for the cakes and present. I loved the cute little toys. But i specially kept Pikachu in my cupboard. Felicia, watch out. I’m the new “tap tap” reigning champion. 100 percent score, almost 100 percent streaks:) Thanks once again my band and track friends:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1883225&amp;amp;id=598988648"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs030.snc1/4299_96824898648_598988648_1883224_531772_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Bell mt"&gt;HUMONGOUS THANKS TO THE PATRONS OF THE HAIRY EVIL BLACK KNIGHT EVENT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell mt"&gt;Well, thanks guys for the awesome gathering and the trio celebration. I was amazed to see Evelyn’s and Ray’s expression. And you guys suck at acting! ha-ha. Yeah, wish we could have stayed longer throughout the night. But everyone’s busy. I shared the Starbucks experience with Wai Kit, the nostalgic green tea frap. Amazing that a drink like that could actually brighten up your day, along with a nice surprise. Oh, and Shakeela had to rush there because she was involved in the above. Poor thing:). Once again, thanks to you guys. And Ray, i hope that whatever you wished out so inappropriately&amp;#160; that day wasn’t really your wish. Cheers!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=6843971&amp;amp;id=756880022"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs035.snc1/4323_178595305022_756880022_6843970_1323568_n.jpg" width="547" height="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Wednesday story, 20th May.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000" face="Bell MT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST, THANKS TO MY BELOVED TROMBONE SECTION:&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__RUpuazI/AAAAAAAAALk/HbZa7WfwI2w/s1600-h/20052009348%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20052009348" border="0" alt="20052009348" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__TsqY6yI/AAAAAAAAALo/6aXAdedB_iI/20052009348_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="525" height="394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;A double surprise. Cool.That day was exactly between mine and Zhong Sheng’s Birthday. Yeah, thanks for the stuff and all. Too bad you guys couldn’t catch me. Wasted cakes on the floor because of the misses. Well, for Zhong Zhong, he was in a big mess. I was safe, till the President passed by and gullibly fell into their arms. But at least it wasn’t as bad as Zhong Sheng’s scenario. Great dinner. A night to remember.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;Thanks to all the rest for the wished through different tools of communication. I thank you all for making my birthday such a memorable one.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell MT"&gt;Speaking of 20th may, it was sports day. Two gold’s, one silver. And one individual champion trophy. Well, neutral feeling actually. Was made fun of rather than praised:) It was a tie with Ali, j2, so i had to hand it to him. They made another which i received today. The weird thing is that, i never did bother taking a solo picture with my medals. And my classmates have no shame in taking my trophies and taking their own pictures. No shame at all:) i actually didn't mind it. Let them feel a momentary glorious period:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2301084&amp;amp;id=571951758"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs016.snc1/4219_89233961758_571951758_2301083_4364209_n.jpg" width="259" height="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="bell"&gt;Leo’s momentary period:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__V_8pUTI/AAAAAAAAALs/9fM7oLE4Yn8/s1600-h/20052009342%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="20052009342" border="0" alt="20052009342" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__Xja_b1I/AAAAAAAAALw/28XmB0GUL1c/20052009342_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="523" height="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Bell"&gt;Lovely classmates. But many went missing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="bell"&gt;Now, what shall i really do with my holidays???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5244369408535859134?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5244369408535859134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5244369408535859134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5244369408535859134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5244369408535859134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/million-thanks.html' title='A million thanks!'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Sh__KZ9IdXI/AAAAAAAAALY/LE6LpdSYvXY/s72-c/29052009363_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-2612945955342268059</id><published>2009-05-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:00:04.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trumpeters are such a pester:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SgMCla-C4dI/AAAAAAAAALM/oUqAyplQZtY/s1600-h/CIMG6326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SgMCla-C4dI/AAAAAAAAALM/oUqAyplQZtY/s320/CIMG6326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333109225654772178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEARELLE! DO USE YOUR BIRTHDAY WISH TO HELP YOU IN YOUR GEOGRAPHY TEST TODAY. Continue playing with your mighty trumpet and continue piercing into the band:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2612945955342268059?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2612945955342268059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2612945955342268059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2612945955342268059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2612945955342268059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/trumpeters-are-such-pester.html' title='Trumpeters are such a pester:)'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SgMCla-C4dI/AAAAAAAAALM/oUqAyplQZtY/s72-c/CIMG6326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-5638958286842432862</id><published>2009-05-07T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:05:31.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t expect others to respect you if you don’t respect yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No, the above has nothing to do with me. I appreciate those who organize the chalet and then edu race and stuff. But do you expect the rest to respect you when you guys yourselves are like that? Whatever it is, i will wholeheartedly support whatever you guys do. Hopefully you guys could be more mindful of how you act before ordering around. What the heck, great job to you guys!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:66721397-FF69-4ca6-AEC4-17E6B3208830:9defecb1-ed00-4fd7-b73b-c2dd944b8157" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;a style="border:0px" href="http://cid-942c1b1540e1db2c.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=942C1B1540E1DB2C!156&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px" alt="View TPJC Trombonists" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SgLqqrsA55I/AAAAAAAAALI/MCOMq3wlb8w/InlineRepresentatione54c0d16-e5c6-4ffa-aef5-5ba55310efdf%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width:537px;text-align:right;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cid-942c1b1540e1db2c.skydrive.live.com/redir.aspx?page=browse&amp;amp;resid=942C1B1540E1DB2C!156&amp;amp;ct=photos"&gt;View Full Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To my beloved section: Thanks for the memories. The long hours, the mischief, the ‘joel-jaclyn’ rendezvous game, the TAF club jokes, the ‘deyi member’s all like that’ statement, the labeling of scores with our names to entertain ourselves, etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="7"&gt;MUST READ!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today, Shakeela, Fadhilah and I laughed our arses off. The plan was for Zhong Sheng, to prank Joel, our sectional leader. The plan was to use my phone and to inform joel that this person had lost his phone and that he picked a random contact to call. The thing is, i intentionally pressed on ‘the fat and gullible Joel Lim Che Seng” as the victim. So when he picked up, the conversation went. Slowly, i told Shakeela and Fadhillah that he was actually talking to the Ping Yi Joel. So the call went on for a few minutes. We constantly kept laughing because Zhong Sheng didn’t know and he thought we were laughing because he was successful in managing the prank. He then broke it up to joel, saying it was a prank. He told joel who he was and joel practically had no idea! Ha-ha. I snatched the phone back, apologizing to joel, saying that we were suppose to prank our sectional leader joel. Zhong Zheng was stunned, all blurry. Then we told him. Omg, he felt so cheated and owned. He pranked the gullible joel and fell for my trap. Both parties in the conversation were tricked. Omg. He felt so cheated. He then called the ‘real victim’, but the real victim was too smart to fall into our prank. Pranks make the world go round, don’t you think? And guys, don’t worry. If you ever get pranked, don’t suspect me. Cause i will break down into laughter before i can finish it. Or i will just break it up to you. Ha-ha.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5638958286842432862?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5638958286842432862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5638958286842432862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5638958286842432862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5638958286842432862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-expect-others-to-respect-you-if.html' title='Don’t expect others to respect you if you don’t respect yourself.'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SgLqqrsA55I/AAAAAAAAALI/MCOMq3wlb8w/s72-c/InlineRepresentatione54c0d16-e5c6-4ffa-aef5-5ba55310efdf%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-6583404835715304897</id><published>2009-04-28T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:15:30.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The heats are on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First for 800m, 2nd for 5000m. With immediate band practice after the runs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Tomorrow’s 4 by 100m. Confident that my class will get through the semi’s and clinch one of the top 3 medals in the finals.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jai Ho!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6583404835715304897?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6583404835715304897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6583404835715304897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6583404835715304897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6583404835715304897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/heats-are-on.html' title='The heats are on.'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5522233674470286384</id><published>2009-04-19T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:39:15.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He’s 17. I’m not:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ses3PozwJRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FvDwH_0Amto/s1600-h/19042009308%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="19042009308" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="234" alt="19042009308" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ses3Q7CSyfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9FK98XtFH0E/19042009308_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="311" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Happy Birthday Cheah Wai kit! May love blossom in your noobish ways.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ses3Rs3wmiI/AAAAAAAAALA/ozH1NAMpNe0/s1600-h/19042009309%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="19042009309" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="233" alt="19042009309" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ses3TDWbMKI/AAAAAAAAALE/fnzBT0kJ38c/19042009309_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;Watched 17 again on Wai Kit’s&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;17th. After the movie, he was telling me that he wanted to go back to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;13 again. I told him, “to patch up with her is it”. They broke up when &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;he was 13. . . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Cambria" size="3"&gt;And now i have to finish up my work . . . sian . . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5522233674470286384?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5522233674470286384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5522233674470286384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5522233674470286384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5522233674470286384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-17-im-not.html' title='He’s 17. I’m not:('/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ses3Q7CSyfI/AAAAAAAAAK8/9FK98XtFH0E/s72-c/19042009308_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-7394412949275755967</id><published>2009-04-17T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:42:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a noob, always a noob</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiQTzJv_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/pNUeEURwOUg/s1600-h/11042009302%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="11042009302" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="343" alt="11042009302" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiQ2bv6uI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5WzrsKyjLXw/11042009302_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Felicia found out that Macdonalds use dirty slogans to attract their customers. I couldn’t agree more. More bang for less bucks? Weird, i know . . .. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiR35MgOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Amel4mRUyGw/s1600-h/04042009298%5B18%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="04042009298" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="225" alt="04042009298" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSfljQCI/AAAAAAAAAKU/splXP_FHbPs/04042009298_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; My shoes are easy to spot! Go hawkers! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiSwJmiRI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UqOmEu8CdlI/s1600-h/13042009304%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13042009304" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="13042009304" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiTdWuPTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zIe_d9Ev7QI/13042009304_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My adorably cute nephew!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Last and not least, Shakeela being herself!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;div class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:6351cefc-f9cc-40c8-b4ca-f97170aa6947" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div id="07a827e5-22a4-4572-b0de-82091156ee39" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?vid=8df52ecf-05a9-4527-be82-2ae8785433f0&amp;amp;from=writer" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Seii-g6EUmI/AAAAAAAAAKw/81LG0BAnDY0/videoae0948adf145%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('07a827e5-22a4-4572-b0de-82091156ee39'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://images.video.msn.com/flash/soapbox1_1.swf\&amp;quot; quality=\&amp;quot;high\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;432\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;364\&amp;quot; wmode=\&amp;quot;transparent\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; pluginspage=\&amp;quot;http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer\&amp;quot; flashvars=\&amp;quot;c=v&amp;amp;v=8df52ecf-05a9-4527-be82-2ae8785433f0&amp;amp;from=writer&amp;amp;mkt=en-US\&amp;quot; &amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;" alt=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Poor Felicia. Trying to study but distracted by Shakeela.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-7394412949275755967?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7394412949275755967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=7394412949275755967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7394412949275755967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7394412949275755967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/once-noob-always-noob.html' title='Once a noob, always a noob'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SeiiQ2bv6uI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5WzrsKyjLXw/s72-c/11042009302_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-3179384582496692767</id><published>2009-04-15T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:48:44.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We cherish them, we lose them. An ongoing cycle that never cease to amaze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had been advised, not to care, cause i never knew the underlying reason of why she hated me so much out of the blue. I was guilty stricken, not knowing what i really did. The only two things i know now are, she totally wants to avoid me and she hates me. For now, i won’t know. I don’t think i will never know. Not that i don’t care, but i prefer not to be such a pester. What goes around comes around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Newfound friends tell me, you have so many friends out there. Why bother about one. Well, i never really looked at how many friends i have. It’s the number that i manage to cherish over the years, especially with those that i share my ups and downs with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Let me rephrase, people WORTH cherishing. I never say no friendships, as long as that person knowingly knows his or her wrongdoing and admits to it, apologizes and i would let bygones be bygone. Of course not for everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah, why bother about one? Not just because i don’t know the reason behind why she' acts like this. . . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, the opportunity cost of trying to find out is not worth my time. I have better things going on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Whoever came up with ‘ friends come and go’ never literally meant it. . . .&amp;#160; but i guess it could be taken literally or just as the saying goes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3179384582496692767?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3179384582496692767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3179384582496692767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3179384582496692767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3179384582496692767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-cherish-them-we-lose-them-ongoing.html' title='We cherish them, we lose them. An ongoing cycle that never cease to amaze.'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-6367008903604859574</id><published>2009-04-14T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:41:01.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits never die . . . .</title><content type='html'>Cheah Wai Kit, i got five rulers in my pencil box! A new record.&lt;br /&gt;I need to find these innocent victims and allow them to proclaim what is theirs. Tahir, you are such a grubber.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6367008903604859574?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6367008903604859574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6367008903604859574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6367008903604859574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6367008903604859574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-habits-never-die.html' title='Old habits never die . . . .'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-8316264474580259819</id><published>2009-04-08T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:21:20.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow's not a dirty colour . . .</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, expect me to come again with my yellow shoes, yellow hawk shirt, yellow hand band(thx estee) and yellow undies one again. For i am the true hawker.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I will get my yellow spectacles next year. For now, bear with the uneven contrasts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pw . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-8316264474580259819?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8316264474580259819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=8316264474580259819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8316264474580259819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8316264474580259819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/yellows-not-dirty-colour.html' title='Yellow&apos;s not a dirty colour . . .'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1092453656632075138</id><published>2009-04-01T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:26:07.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slumdog’s Companion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SdNrXSUK3NI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SwHpue_Lrhg/s1600-h/31032009283%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="31032009283" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="315" alt="31032009283" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SdNraALseOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5DEOps0BgJk/31032009283_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday Dude. Stay cheerful. You still have a lot of time to get a hold on furhanah. All the best!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160; The guy newly renowned as FLASH - &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1092453656632075138?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1092453656632075138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1092453656632075138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1092453656632075138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1092453656632075138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/slumdogs-companion.html' title='Slumdog’s Companion'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SdNraALseOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/5DEOps0BgJk/s72-c/31032009283_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-5191891108520960228</id><published>2009-03-29T10:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:17:04.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Came back 1 a.m in the morning from band bbq. It turned out to be rather fun than i had expected. I feel this new sense of camaraderie in me. Well, my president and vice president are weird people. They sat at the bbq pit from the 5.30 to 10.30, sacrificing themselves from the fun everyone else were enjoying. Well, i sat there 1/2 of the time to help out, as i wanted to know my president and vice president better. Of course i had my share of fun playing pool and just enjoying the company. They were once leaders of their secondary school band. Oh, and Yi Lian, just so happen if you read this, my Vice President Idy is in the same NCO Batch as you, a saxaphone player and she mentioned seeing you during auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first came in, i felt this uneasiness in me. This transition of culture was kind of difficult to adapt. I didn't like the fact that people would laugh for no apparent reason that does not require such an uproar, like their small children who's enjoying every single bit of his or her childhood. 17 and 18 year old adults ought to know more about discpline, but also relish the moments spent playing soothing music together. Yeah, i would say that everyone is good in terms of their playing but some are just immature in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although now I feel that I just have to get used to it, i don't think this band is ready to get a gold just yet. No purpose with aims and goal when we are missing out on a few points. Even if we are missing out on one, someone should stand up and state it's unrealisticness if he or she feels it cannot be achieved. But i feel that all of these goals and aims the band have done during band camp are reachable. If only the band leaders would enforce it, members would realise that they are not reaching their peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity Mr. Chiang for everytime he conducts and want's to stop, people would still continue playing. A proof of either most are not watching him, or everyone is just so hyped up that they want to finish up that part or finish up their solo's. Kind of selfish. . . .  needs the condutor to remind and remind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the band leaders for whenever they talk, people can laugh and chit chat about. Although the leaders do enforce this, to no avail. Although it's only one or two of them, it's still disrespectful. Is it because the band leaders are at fault? Or are members just stuck up? Or is this the culture of all symphnonic bands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people don't really reflect much on why we have band leaders, why we don't realise that whatever actions of any significance we carry out can affect people's feelings in some way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel distraughted in some way, but still, i love the band for this sense of spirit they have, fortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SHAKEELA PARVIN, FELICIA SEETOH, ZHONG SHENG, FADHILLAH, JUDY AND JECK ANN. YOU MISSED OUT ON ALL THE FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my leg stil hurts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5191891108520960228?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5191891108520960228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5191891108520960228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5191891108520960228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5191891108520960228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/came-back-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5226813263304735973</id><published>2009-03-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:18:01.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Milk Addict Who Never Stops Wanting More</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/ScuDOgF-4tI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eEXShJjFsHs/s1600-h/class%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="class" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="356" alt="class" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/ScuDPpGYigI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UI5ZTGrviSw/class_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="472" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comi" size="4"&gt;Happy Birthday Jasmine. Since your all grown up now, STOP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comi" size="4"&gt;PESTERING ME FOR MILK!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;With all his regards,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; Your Mum(kind of contradicting? so maybe it’s time &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; for a new mum:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5226813263304735973?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5226813263304735973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5226813263304735973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5226813263304735973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5226813263304735973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/milk-addict-who-never-stops-wanting.html' title='The Milk Addict Who Never Stops Wanting More'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/ScuDPpGYigI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UI5ZTGrviSw/s72-c/class_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-9066841924981098475</id><published>2009-03-16T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:24:52.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY FADHILAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbxuglijWYI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RbKPBfJ8ffA/s1600-h/13032009247%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13032009247" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="13032009247" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbxuhU3vBzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B0UxmbHtf2g/13032009247_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The short are growing faster than you think. Why is the world so unfair?&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Fellow Trombon-kin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-9066841924981098475?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9066841924981098475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=9066841924981098475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9066841924981098475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9066841924981098475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-she-holds-on-to-her-beloved.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY FADHILAH!'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbxuhU3vBzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/B0UxmbHtf2g/s72-c/13032009247_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-3945917803092965092</id><published>2009-03-14T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:00:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The love for good food and seetoh-ism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1446722&amp;amp;id=598988648"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image002" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="clip_image002" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbtWF3ihsBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/blTW5xlipjE/clip_image002%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbtWG98JbxI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GWhABKG07zg/s1600-h/clip_image002%5B6%5D%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="clip_image002[6]" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="clip_image002[6]" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbtWHwabFzI/AAAAAAAAAJs/i-TxItp1v7Y/clip_image002%5B6%5D_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aren’t they alike? Awwwww . . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Special request by Miss Seetoh. Toodles!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3945917803092965092?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3945917803092965092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3945917803092965092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3945917803092965092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3945917803092965092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-for-good-food-and-seetoh-ism.html' title='The love for good food and seetoh-ism'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SbtWF3ihsBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/blTW5xlipjE/s72-c/clip_image002%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-418540545002457903</id><published>2009-03-08T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:36:54.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hirta’s randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Harold_(film).jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="297" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/7/7d/Harold_%28film%29.jpg/200px-Harold_%28film%29.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spencer Breslin. Same birthday. Same year. A well known actor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The day where the Archivist of the United States officially announced the Twenty-seventh Amendment to the United States Constitution.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m falling behind time from the Heroes’s Craze! Hopefully, BK And MK have yet to watched them too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-418540545002457903?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/418540545002457903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=418540545002457903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/418540545002457903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/418540545002457903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/hirtas-randomness.html' title='Hirta’s randomness'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-6535404703816166269</id><published>2009-03-03T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:28:00.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Period of Pimple Build-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;The tutorials becomes more dreading over time. Surviving well. Hopefully for long.&amp;#160; . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;I start to se the true colours of people now . . .&amp;#160; in a good way of course.:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;After school, boy’s bubbling session at nearby bubble tea shop. *with dirty jokes and severe laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;I made a new friend today. When i got off at my bus stop, i was shocked to see another TPJC student. Approached her. Asked for her name. Class. Sou Kuin. J1. Arts Stream. Lives in the same estate. Same block. SAME FLOOR. And i never saw her before in my life. Such coincidence:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Century Gothic"&gt;Off to tutorials. *I LOVE PHYSICS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6535404703816166269?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6535404703816166269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6535404703816166269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6535404703816166269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6535404703816166269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/period-of-pimple-build-up.html' title='The Period of Pimple Build-Up'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1135733319525316929</id><published>2009-02-25T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:08:37.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Class Of Talented Runners</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know everyone knows this is no big news, but. . .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I GOT FIRST FOR ROAD RUN! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3km, not too bad, Ran with my sprained ankle. Thank god my leg didn’t swell after the run. Just minor bearable pain. Nothing compared to Outdoor’s injury. Just had difficulty with the pushing power of my right leg. So my timing was affected. Nevertheless, I still achieved first. The school also gave out this award, where the top 4 student of the class are taken into consideration for the class best team. And out of all the J1 classes for the J1 boys, our class got first. Although our class had rankings of 1st, 16th, 21st and 46th, it was better than the rest of the classes. Was way more proud for the class thingy than my personal achievement. Something uniquely different this year:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQpLC3f-I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Kn4UfN76OEk/s1600-h/25022009212%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009212" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="25022009212" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQqQj_s4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hLwt61oCPDA/25022009212_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQr-M8AZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oJVUbblE0T0/s1600-h/25022009211%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009211" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="25022009211" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQsxAPnLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/7muziz0a7Hg/25022009211_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQuR22jUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ij8afJRCDNQ/s1600-h/25022009209%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009209" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="25022009209" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQvQRi81I/AAAAAAAAAJI/3QsuSc2I9aQ/25022009209_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQwgkORMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fwyPFNhQvx4/s1600-h/25022009212%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009212" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="25022009212" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQxv2bLhI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/zysT7BNMNHA/25022009212_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Class outing after that. Movie of choice: Pink Panther 2. Marina square.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQyv5mIiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/dxJ2fZB38Ro/s1600-h/25022009213%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009213" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="186" alt="25022009213" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQz0JLnuI/AAAAAAAAAJY/QgK5Hb7JRxc/25022009213_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; Everyone agrees&amp;#160; that Arvind has a similar smile to Dev Patel, main actor of slumdog millionaire:) aha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQ29_q4nI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WTeXuwyqe_4/s1600-h/25022009220%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="25022009220" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="25022009220" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQ4-4UKHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/WnOToLiXOKc/25022009220_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; Bowling Session.:)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AND YES. I PLAYED PARA PARA CUZ ONE OF MY FRIENDSLOVE IT TOO. WOHOO. NEW PARA PARA PARTNER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, lazy to post other pictures. Band camp this from this friday to saturday. Till then, see ya!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1135733319525316929?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1135733319525316929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1135733319525316929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1135733319525316929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1135733319525316929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/class-of-talented-runners.html' title='The Class Of Talented Runners'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaVQqQj_s4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/hLwt61oCPDA/s72-c/25022009212_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-3622420081434761638</id><published>2009-02-23T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:32:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jc Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dead tired . . . . loads of tutorials to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah, mole concept sucks. But physics was kind of easy to grasp.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Math. . . . To hell with it! Ah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Because of my carelessness today, i might not be in good condition to run on Wednesday. sad :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3622420081434761638?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3622420081434761638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3622420081434761638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3622420081434761638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3622420081434761638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/jc-life.html' title='The Jc Life'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1443350556045429264</id><published>2009-02-23T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T00:10:11.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaFpb7FXvuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JdDil3WibiE/s1600-h/yi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaFpb7FXvuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JdDil3WibiE/s320/yi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305637764456759010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIM YI LIAN!&lt;br /&gt;17 year's old but barely growing. &lt;br /&gt;So unfair to the rest of us! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your youth while you can. With such a height, your at a great advantage.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i can never stop with the short jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Your height is kind of discriminating for your age. Thank god you have estee:)&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you a very happy birthday, however your spending it:)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and have a fulfilling 17th year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited* Yeah, hope you were happy with the suprise. This was just a decoy. sort of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1443350556045429264?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1443350556045429264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1443350556045429264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1443350556045429264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1443350556045429264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-lim-yi-lian-17-years-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SaFpb7FXvuI/AAAAAAAAAIs/JdDil3WibiE/s72-c/yi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-1668448861422371630</id><published>2009-02-21T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:57:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>09S23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Camp was fun, fun, fun. A class bond formed very fast, that would probably lead to an enjoyable 2 years in JC. I was so enthusiastic doing the cheers and stuff. Shouted so loud that i had sore thorat on the last day of camp. I still do. Wanted our house to win. Went crazy. Create nicknames. Make new friends. Went crazy during soul night. Too bad that moshing wasn’t allowed. Class spirit was high. I really appreciated the effort my class put in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Had trouble moving around during all the games and races. You see, i sprained my ankle while running on monday during P.E. I couldn’t&amp;#160; walk. I tried hopping but it still hurt. It hurt so badly that i needed someone to support me the whole day. And that someone was Fadhil. Thx man. I know your going to read this, so yeah.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;Something very important i learnt from the camp. Something a leader must have. Is initiative. I seem to lack it, until now. Since my band leader times. I was committed, tried my best to do whatever was delegated to me. But i lacked the initiative. I learnt that taking initiative shows how confident you are in doing something. You may not be good in that certain area but there is no harm trying. Not feeling down when you fail. Not thinking of the consequences of failing. Although it is critical to fail in certain areas, leaders will know when to or not when to do so. Something i lack and wish to build up this year. Thanks Fadhil, for you have brought up this point somehow during camp. And for that, i Salute you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1451432&amp;amp;id=712759680"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px" height="302" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2416/120/4/712759680/n712759680_1451462_1988.jpg" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;GO HAWKERS!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. I HOPE MY LEG RECOVERS BEFORE ROAD RUN. CHEER ME ON MY FELLOW CLASSMATES!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1451432&amp;amp;id=712759680"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1668448861422371630?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1668448861422371630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1668448861422371630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1668448861422371630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1668448861422371630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/09s23.html' title='09S23'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1604942403023114474</id><published>2009-02-13T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:01:49.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPJC RAWKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;font face="comi" size="3"&gt;I&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt; Love My New Clique. But, I’m the only in the Science stream. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="comi" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;The other 5 are &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="comi" size="3"&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS"&gt;in the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Arts Stream. So during the first&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;part of the camp, have to jump to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;another. Anyway, I &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;had band &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;practice today. Feel so bonded already. My &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;partner in crime, Miss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Lala &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Judy, the accomplice. Ha . . Not forgetting the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;two&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;weird seniors Joel And Jeck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Ann. They act funny at times, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;but no doubt &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;they are muscially talented. And any of my&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;musicality queries will always be answered.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV8_1v8l-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oAZsT26GGKg/s1600-h/11022009168%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="11022009168" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="11022009168" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9AZm0GXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5iE4Zh3xzmU/11022009168_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Me And Miss Lala. 2nd trombonists!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9BK_r5BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Y4TUPynfDvI/s1600-h/11022009170%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="11022009170" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="11022009170" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9Bg7qgjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xiIvZ9CzM94/11022009170_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9CqoZ9oI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9qQZdB0mrNw/s1600-h/11022009169%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="11022009169" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="215" alt="11022009169" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9D93aBaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/46-P8pT-TgI/11022009169_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;The New Found Section! Fadhilah, Judy, Me, Joel and Jeck Ann!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Oh, btw this new clique of mine consists of Shakeela&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;( yeah, she’s in TPJC), &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Zarifah, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Atikah, Felicia, Karen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;and yeah, me. . . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;The week has been fun. And these thoughtful ppl who wrote &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;nice stuff into my &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;temporary diary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;And i got a straw heart for valentines, how nice:)&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Felicia Seetoh, supposedly the daughter of Chef Seetoh. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Felicia, my first &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;friend &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;when i came to TPJC. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;I was like, “your dad’s Chef Seetoh?” She was like, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;“no!” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;When we took the bus today, there was Chef Seetoh on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;tv in some tv show. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;“Hey &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Felicia, your dad’s on television! Uproar laughter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;from the rest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Have a lot of things to share. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;But it will never end. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Oh, yeah lastly, wishing Edric all the best in his future &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;endeavours. He won’t be &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;staying in Singapore anymore. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;So, all the best my friend! No words could &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;decribe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;how greatful i am to have met you. See you in the &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;many years ahead. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Comic Sans MS" size="3"&gt;Don’t die there:) (inside Joke)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9EyeceKI/AAAAAAAAAH8/aRhX7eg6Vyk/s1600-h/13022009179%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13022009179" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="13022009179" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9FvFcV6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/SoitWHFvgB0/13022009179_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably the last picture of him i would be able to take, in a very long time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And other random pictures taken!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9HEHCf1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/7a30XItO27Q/s1600-h/13022009178%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13022009178" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="13022009178" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9IH4q56I/AAAAAAAAAII/VJHN4_b9LfI/13022009178_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9IjLVPSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VMNOHdBicc8/s1600-h/13022009187%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13022009187" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="13022009187" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9JdHJQ7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/k7DDrjzQNps/13022009187_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9IjLVPSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/VMNOHdBicc8/s1600-h/13022009187%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9J9IOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/gA_k67avLRI/s1600-h/13022009183%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13022009183" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="13022009183" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9KWQ_DPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/sNfA0CPyM6o/13022009183_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9K89gxDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DcTvn6V-fCI/s1600-h/13022009188%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="13022009188" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="223" alt="13022009188" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9Lvsf2XI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iCcOeDlvd6U/13022009188_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV8_1v8l-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/oAZsT26GGKg/s1600-h/11022009168%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1604942403023114474?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1604942403023114474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1604942403023114474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1604942403023114474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1604942403023114474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/tpjc-rawks.html' title='TPJC RAWKS!'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SZV9AZm0GXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5iE4Zh3xzmU/s72-c/11022009168_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-5459252783971381483</id><published>2009-02-10T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:15:46.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tampines Jc, not exactly as welcoming as Jurong Jc. Probably because i missed the first week of orientation at Tampines? Still, something in TPJC is missing. The enthusiasm? The spirited feeling? Thanks to Shakeela, new friends were made. She had been there since the first day. I entered to a world where people already knew each other. Over 2 days, i'm satisfied with the number of friends i made. The number of names i could remember, especially my new formed class. Cme And Pe today. Had to run to prepare for cross country. Ppl kept commenting on my running. Well, i tell them it's nothing. If you see VJC students running, you'll be even more suprised. They are labelled as the 'dogs of the event', not in an offendsive way. Long distance event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Shakeela for staying away from your indian clan:) inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Felicia from preventing me from getting my butt wet.:)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Fadhil for entertaining this noisy guy who has so many questions and for being a pester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TPJC Band Culture is very different. Honestly, i don't like the culture. Very indisciplined? Too much of a playful environment? Can't comment much on this. I actually have started liking it already, being able to play the more difficult songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day awaits. Good Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5459252783971381483?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5459252783971381483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5459252783971381483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5459252783971381483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5459252783971381483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/tampines-jc-not-exactly-as-welcoming-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-9016748344823330594</id><published>2009-02-09T09:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:32:16.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2prPi3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/jHDsZpKpwb4/s1600-h/06022009160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2prPi3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/jHDsZpKpwb4/s320/06022009160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300602460385020786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2eS-ESI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4GKIQIEdc20/s1600-h/06022009159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2eS-ESI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4GKIQIEdc20/s320/06022009159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300602457330422050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2HJyw-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8kDJQZ_ZmS8/s1600-h/06022009157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2HJyw-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/8kDJQZ_ZmS8/s320/06022009157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300602451117917154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weeks visit to giant . . . Hilarious and fun. Played the if you know what i mean game. Me and ray created this game with inspiration from the show whose line is it anyway. Such an example would be 'you can fluff my garfield, if you know what i mean'. A quote from the show:) Currently blogging from school using my n95. Very boring schedule. At least they have wireless@sg here but i might soon get bored of using it. My first lesson only starts at 11. So here i am, sitting beside roy. Was with shakeela just now but shes off to her journey of finding her new indian clan, no kidding. Well, i'm just reading through the boring set of lecture notes. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-9016748344823330594?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9016748344823330594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=9016748344823330594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9016748344823330594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9016748344823330594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SY-F2prPi3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/jHDsZpKpwb4/s72-c/06022009160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-6983295577359829334</id><published>2009-02-08T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:05:22.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life Is Not Counted By The Number Of Breaths You Take, But The Number Of Times Your Breath Is Taken Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start ahead, new friends to make. We see new faces, we make new friends. We miss the times spent with old friends. We somehow wish that all good friends end up in the same school. We wish to stay happy, to enjoy every moment of it. We go through stress, pain and all sorts of problems. We wish that with every new step, a bountiful of opportunities are available for us. We wish that we can make a difference in many new lives. We wish for the many endless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for this bleak future of mine to be fulfilling, and for many more breaths to be taken away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish for my friends to make use of every second of their life, for anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, wherever you are, you will pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Best, My Friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6983295577359829334?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6983295577359829334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6983295577359829334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6983295577359829334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6983295577359829334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-is-not-counted-by-number-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4959418215704168042</id><published>2009-02-03T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:33:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was way better! I was suddenly much higher in spirits. Going crazy, shouting cheers as loud. I love my OG Leaders!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games and bonding sessions within our group. Fun, entertaining, what more to describe? Only thing is that all these would most probably go to waste if i transfer. . . . . definitely would be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never enjoyed Mass Dance, but i tried to find the fun in it. Eventually, i really enjoyed myself. So not myself. Dancing to songs like "Pump It" by the Black Eyed Peas. Oh, and How Sun (OG Leader/Dance Demonstrator) danced very sexily. Was somewhat amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least today ended earlier. Lectures are starting tomorrow. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4959418215704168042?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4959418215704168042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4959418215704168042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4959418215704168042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4959418215704168042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-was-way-better-i-was-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-661304007158387193</id><published>2009-02-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:27:20.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Late for the first day of school and made a new friend from Victoria on the way to school. The only two students in the bus. Very first friend of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathered in our Orientation Groups. Made another friend. Pervetic and sick in the mind . . but also a nice guy. 2nd friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made more friends. Had trouble remembering chinese names so i kind of nicknamed a few of them. Nicknamed one guy the "White Reuben Studdard". Cuz he was big and the singer just came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got picked out by a very long time alumni. Mentioned my name on stage, saying i come all the way from kallang to school here. Telling the school how great JJ has influenced secondary students. Received applause from 900 students. Embarassing . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring subject talks, weird but amusing cheers. Not really high in spirits today to actively take part in the cheers, so the morning kind of bored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Mass Dance. I didn't enjoy it cuz almost everyone was stoning. I did try to follow eventually, standing there all bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 5! All the other Jc's end way earlier . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good Jc but the travelling time really takes up a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for my appeals to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At least i didn't name someone something else and end up embarassing myself:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-661304007158387193?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/661304007158387193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=661304007158387193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/661304007158387193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/661304007158387193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/late-for-first-day-of-school-and-made.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4114474943054036204</id><published>2009-01-30T07:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:07:47.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 6 in the morning, the first time this year that i manage to wake up early. Was about to leave home to follow my dad for breakfast as he had to send my brother to school first and received my posting message at 6.28am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurong Jc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if my appeal to Meridian was sucessful, so i'm going to TJC today to appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Oh, just found out i could appeal through home and that they would call me if i was needed for auditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4114474943054036204?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4114474943054036204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4114474943054036204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4114474943054036204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4114474943054036204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/woke-up-at-6-in-morning-first-time-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5062249086216831804</id><published>2009-01-24T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:28:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new baby boy has entered my sister's family. More kids for me to entertain!!!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely thank those who came for the barbeque. I enjoyed myself and i hope you guys did too:) No offence to the rest but i was seriouslly &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PISSED OFF&lt;/span&gt; with those who couldn't make it and only informing me the day itself or the day before. Serious wastage of food. There was still much left even though i cooked up some for my sis and her friends who came to visit her to see the new born child. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estee, where's my gift&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/37520038-5062249086216831804?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5062249086216831804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5062249086216831804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5062249086216831804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5062249086216831804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-baby-boy-has-entered-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1964368942956648233</id><published>2009-01-18T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:31:00.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lip looks infected. It's turning dark. The part where Boo Keong Hit me! All of a sudden, it cracked and darkened!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you guys didn't know, Boo Keong accidentaly hit me with a hockey stick when i was in secondary one. I had go through stitching for my lips.&lt;br /&gt;Off to the Doctor's. . ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1964368942956648233?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1964368942956648233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1964368942956648233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1964368942956648233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1964368942956648233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lip-looks-infected.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4269664116135699552</id><published>2009-01-17T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T23:56:08.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister is expcting her next child anytime soon. This week. Then i would have one extra newphew to take care of! AH! But i love kids. Their fun. They make my day. At times, they make me furious. But anyway, their cute and lovely little creatures. My sis took care of me when i was younger. So, it's time to return the favour:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with my sis and her family to eat at this restaurant at the railway station. No space in the restaurant so we a table was placed in the carpark for us. About 30 mins later, another family came beside us, with another table. To my suprised, Farah was with her family. Of all places?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't notice her till she called out my name. Food wasn't as great as how my sister expressed her delight of wanting to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's going to start soon. I hope that JC life would not be as tiring from what i heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my classmates, i will be having a class gathering in my house next week thursday. Do try to make it:) meet at bdk interchange at 2.30. Someone will bring you guys over. And NO payment is required for those who still don't know. My mum's in a good but cranky mood. Haha. So, she's paying. Your presence is much appreciated. We will be having a bbq outside my house. Hope my friendly and cheerful neighbours don't mind the noise:) Oh, and were having water games. So, bring extra clothing. . . .nah, kidding. But you might just get wet:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, updating my Itunes folder. See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4269664116135699552?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4269664116135699552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4269664116135699552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4269664116135699552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4269664116135699552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-sister-is-expcting-her-next-child.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-7115781563969574484</id><published>2009-01-17T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:12:55.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Ping Yi Trombonists. They can play, except for some minor rythmm problems and a few pitching errors. But their sound and articulation was not that great. Well, there's still time for improvement. Oh, and i can play the trumpet now. I actually practiced it once for fun. Seeming that i could catch up fast, i learnt the fingering and stuff at home. And i finally can play. Well, still not used to the treble cleff scale yet. With time, i'm sure to be able to read the notes more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with joel to Munchy Donut after band. He recommened me the 'cross-heart' donut. Something along that line. Then, he told me that he and winston both liked it. I then suddenly remembered the incident of them holding hands during one of my early band camps during the night walk. I told him, ' Yeah, i understand why you both like it". Coincidence? I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were ok for me. If i don't make it to Meridian, i at least hope to land in Tampines Jc. Cause my next choice was Jurong JC!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-7115781563969574484?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7115781563969574484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=7115781563969574484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7115781563969574484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7115781563969574484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/ping-yi-trombonists.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5337035107401326678</id><published>2009-01-11T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:23:12.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;My new laptop allows me to postfrom the desktop itself! So much convenience! Currently rotting at home, awaiting the results i never yearned for. Good luck everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5337035107401326678?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5337035107401326678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5337035107401326678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5337035107401326678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5337035107401326678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-3136485485218695304</id><published>2009-01-08T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T03:25:07.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wohoo!!! Got my new laptop! Finally. .&lt;br /&gt;Played with the webcam. So many fun effect to meddle with. O.o.&lt;br /&gt;Took a silly video! Check it out! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3bTaIm2mSA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3bTaIm2mSA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for my half-nakedness:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3136485485218695304?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3136485485218695304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3136485485218695304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3136485485218695304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3136485485218695304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/wohoo-got-my-new-laptop-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-674322659646428849</id><published>2009-01-01T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T07:24:49.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from band camp. The drill competition was very entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;The band seem to be improving, musicwise. But, in other aspects . . hmm. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way home, and coincidentaly Miss Goh was in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice chat, about the student, and i asked about herself and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned about Anna, saying that he's actually a good boy, only thing he's immature.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I still and always will hate him. I'm so against whatever he does. Boasting about the his wrongdoings. Not getting caught. But who am i to judge?&lt;br /&gt;She would usually stop one stop before mine, so, i assumed she stayed at the estate beside it.&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement, she actually lived in the same estate as mine!&lt;br /&gt;She told me she usually stopped at the bus stop before because she would visit her friend first.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that . . Mr Azlan and quite a number of ex ping yians also live in my estate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know why this interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to countdown at marina bay later!&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year, in advance to everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-674322659646428849?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/674322659646428849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=674322659646428849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/674322659646428849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/674322659646428849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-came-back-from-band-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4798452670949243430</id><published>2008-12-23T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:42:55.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I quit my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been practically meaningless, so don't come back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4798452670949243430?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4798452670949243430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4798452670949243430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4798452670949243430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4798452670949243430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-quit-my-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-999376644289491809</id><published>2008-12-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:49:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my first day of work! I'm working for the experience, not the money. The job is commission based. The more i sell, the more i get. Hmmm, need to learn to smile and be more exciting towards my customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, you can find me along Takashimaya and Wisma Atria! Monday to Saturday, 11am to 6pm. Might not be there on some tuesdays and thursdays.:)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, do come by if your free and help promote to this Jobs Creation Programme. Honestly, the payroll is not that great of an amount. But every sale counts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got more than a 100 NO's, which is kind of frustrating and almost lead me to LA, the company's term for lost attitude. For one and a half hours, i couldn't even sell one product. Rest of the day went smoothly. Received a lot of advice from my friends . .&lt;br /&gt;SMILE MORE TAHIR!&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the agony of forcing myself to do something i rarely do.&lt;br /&gt;They say customers run away from me because i'm so fierce. . . hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Miss Mun And Shadow Cat for promoting to my sales. Thank god they were around. They helped clear my last stock, which took me some time.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting day. But, had muay thai after that.&lt;br /&gt;Bruises on my leg. . .&lt;br /&gt;A new exciting day awaits for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Glad the 3 little noobs could talk things out. Thanks, both of you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-999376644289491809?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/999376644289491809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=999376644289491809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/999376644289491809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/999376644289491809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-my-first-day-of-work-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-3602419767818212222</id><published>2008-12-03T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:39:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new December Schedule&lt;br /&gt;: Muay thai classes on tuesdays and saturdays&lt;br /&gt;: Tennis on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;: Religious classes on sunday&lt;br /&gt;: Golfing on any free days possible&lt;br /&gt;: Complete Twilight(2 thirds left to read)&lt;br /&gt;: Finish reading a long way gone&lt;br /&gt;: Teach my niece mathematics&lt;br /&gt;: Take care of my loving, adorable but troublesome nephew&lt;br /&gt;: Work out&lt;br /&gt;: Explore singapore&lt;br /&gt;: Go for a Makan Sutra Escapade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started Muay Thai yesterday. Training was very tiring. I was gasping for breath during the part where i had to do continious series of punches and kicks.Tennis will start next week. So excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the whole season one of chuck at home to watch. The US showcasing season 2 already. Need to catch up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3602419767818212222?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3602419767818212222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3602419767818212222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3602419767818212222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3602419767818212222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-december-schedule-muay-thai.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-3720163916059519845</id><published>2008-12-03T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:38:55.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was suppose to be a refresher for me, to catch up with golf.&lt;br /&gt;It was suppose to be fun, and for me to brush up my skills.&lt;br /&gt;6 months off the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;Sucked terribly for the first 2 holes.&lt;br /&gt;And something so shocking happened.&lt;br /&gt;My brother was speeding on the buggy. Me and my dad was standing 100m in front with another buggy, standing behind it. My bro's brake's somehow jammed, driving straight forward into us. I didn't realise but reacted fast. Shouted to my dad to move. It was too late. My bro rammed into my dad's leg. His leg got stuck between the two buggies. I was panic stricken, shouting at my brother to get out of the buggy. My father was moaning in pain. My brother was in such a bad state of shock, he kept on pressing on the accelerator and did not move from the buggy. For a moment, i thought my father lost his leg, cause his flesh was partly torn off and his bone looked like it had pushed in. I teared, pushing the buggy as hard as i could to free his leg. It was a short 30 seconds, but it felt so long. My dad then lied down, moaning. After minutes later, he said his leg was ok. I was so afraid. My brother was not to blame cause the brakes got stuck with such speed. He tried standing up, but limped as he walked. Thank god his leg didn't break. I was so so afraid. Many thoughts ran through my mind during that intense 30 seconds. Dad ask us to continue with the game, but i couldn't concentrate. I just felt so worried. He could still joke about it, which somehow relieved the intensity in me.&lt;br /&gt;If the front buggy was not there, my father would have been run over. I am so, so grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3720163916059519845?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3720163916059519845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3720163916059519845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3720163916059519845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3720163916059519845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-was-suppose-to-be-refresher-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5592347471819915264</id><published>2008-11-27T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:25:15.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In Genting now, surfing the net at starbucks with litle friend estee and emo jolene.&lt;br /&gt;Don't visit till 28th November.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5592347471819915264?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5592347471819915264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5592347471819915264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5592347471819915264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5592347471819915264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-genting-now-surfing-net-at-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-2997221840912515879</id><published>2008-11-19T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:44:02.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a sudden urge of indulging myself into people's memoirs, or in other words, autobiographies. Those which involve suffering, like during or a war or somesort. Currently reading a book entitled "Belonging". It's about a Pakistani Muslim Women grew up in a rather selfish environment, where she was tortured to do work and carry the burden of the many responsibilities of the family. Very intriguing. Planning to buy the book " Twilight", and planning to watch the movie with a desperate friend of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vijay kicked my shin! Ah! It hurts so bad. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raimie and Delson, the two official arses in my DKFL book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2997221840912515879?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2997221840912515879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2997221840912515879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2997221840912515879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2997221840912515879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-sudden-urge-of-indulging-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1237162910701349785</id><published>2008-11-19T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:46:43.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you ever wanted to know the solutions to some of your O Levels Papers, &lt;a href="http://www.exampaper.com.sg/"&gt;www.exampaper.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(mood dampens)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1237162910701349785?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1237162910701349785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1237162910701349785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1237162910701349785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1237162910701349785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-you-ever-wanted-to-know-solutions-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-9054570568518346880</id><published>2008-11-17T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:29:07.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ray Da Singh Is My Official Soccer Coach!&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. So I dediced to learn soccer from him, since i suck!&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kit and Estee are in Shanghai. They must have planned to meet there, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;What more can i say. Holidays are boring . . . .&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the drive to exercise anymore! I just feel like lazing around.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna cycle? Liliput? Anything? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't stop worrying. I hope your doing well.  If you ever need someone to talk to, i'll always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I'm Sad Occasionally Reminiscing Rational Yankings. For asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-9054570568518346880?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9054570568518346880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=9054570568518346880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9054570568518346880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9054570568518346880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/ray-da-singh-is-my-official-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1938038723870418978</id><published>2008-11-15T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:26:36.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom is over! But it brought me both frustration and joy. I loved performing. I enjoy being the emcee. But what had irrtated me the most was the selfishness of people. We performers had the responsibility of keeping the instruments. But telling me to wait seemed to be a very long time. I practically did not have any time to take photos with my other good friends. I waited, i waited. I asked another member and he says "to fuck with the instruments. just leave them there". I had been totally pissed off. Selfish people who think that when we perform, we don't deserve to move the insturments around. But it's school property. We borrowed the stuff. Arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i still did take photos with my closer batch of friends! Relieved. All the girl's were stunning, jaw dropping, worth to be drooled over*. Only thing, of course, i don't show such exxagerated expresssions.&lt;br /&gt;Shakeela was not Indian for the first time. Seriously. And Jolene had edible Maggi Me Hair! haha&lt;br /&gt;The guys were smart, especially those wearing blazers. Guess i was the only guy wearing colour contacts, a lightish blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed overnight at Nissa's house. The rest of the girls and cedrick slept. Ray and I talked till dawn. Had fun listening to Evelyn snoring loudly! Reached home at 10. Slept. And here I am now, all energised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends, for everything, for the memorable moments, for the uproar and the anger, for the dirty moments; referring to waikit. For the ups and downs. For the support. For going to Bagus! The times spent looking at each other and staring blankly. The starbucking times. Lazy to go on, but i guess it's the same thing i'm going to say than everyone else. Only difference, it involves feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*words that i could only think of.&lt;br /&gt;Labels: I couldn't take my eyes of superwomen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1938038723870418978?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1938038723870418978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1938038723870418978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1938038723870418978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1938038723870418978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/prom-is-over-but-it-brought-me-both.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5381724465042341594</id><published>2008-11-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:15:21.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling after O Levels? Kind of neutral.&lt;br /&gt;Expecting horrible results. Ah, the agony.&lt;br /&gt;Anybody wanna hang out at starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I DO! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe people a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;- estee a meal at bagus&lt;br /&gt;- dark knight's special friend an expensive drink and meal&lt;br /&gt;- lil sis lyn her b'day suprise&lt;br /&gt;- many more i can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do remind me people, if i happen to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, secondary life. It's more than words, so i can't really describe them.&lt;br /&gt;Something is causing me unnecessary stress. Ah! Shoo!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in kind of a cranky mood now, sorry mua friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5381724465042341594?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5381724465042341594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5381724465042341594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5381724465042341594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5381724465042341594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-after-o-levels-kind-of-neutral.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5142978658944952789</id><published>2008-10-01T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:09:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What luck to end up with a temperature of 39 degrees on Hari Raya's Eve! Slept the whole afternoon, feeling groggy. I can't sleep, cause i'm so awake and also cause my mum and sis are making so much noise, enjoying their time making their cakes and pastries. Killing time, i looked at old photos. Talking about old photos, i remembered myself spoiling a performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selected few in my kindergarten 2 class had to perform for K2 Graduation Ceremony. So we did the macarena* dance. I had this lollipop that was attached to my pants. Those long time ago lolipop, big sized ones, where you could clip on the belt. So i dropped it, and was like dancing and trying to pick up the lollipop. I suddenly fell down, trying to get it. I stood up, and tried again, but couldn't manage to reach it again, due to the dance sequence. After the performance, my teacher scolded me, telling me that i should have finished the dance first, before picking it up. I cried, being sensitive as always, and i was afraid to clip it with me again. Second performance went on, and it went on smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, i don't remember why i had the lollipop with me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school were fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJixOW2dDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ygECOmcFdNM/s1600-h/2004.07.027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251868713274471474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJixOW2dDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ygECOmcFdNM/s320/2004.07.027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excursion at Bukit Timah! What a great time it was. . Spot me! Spot me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJjQp95LhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V5IzbNWydWc/s1600-h/2004.07.034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251869253261930002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJjQp95LhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/V5IzbNWydWc/s320/2004.07.034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot Joel Look-A-Like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJkT5iGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBRhqvIz2KA/s1600-h/2004.07.034a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251870408491570146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJkT5iGk-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/HBRhqvIz2KA/s320/2004.07.034a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class Biggest Perv! All The C's And V's come's out from his mouth, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJlE69lpnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KVAjGB31HW0/s1600-h/2004.07.047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251871250688878194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJlE69lpnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KVAjGB31HW0/s320/2004.07.047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy on right: Ivan&lt;br /&gt;I always disturb him, not that he gets picked on, like the Ivan in my class . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJljOgLeUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5ld_egC4unA/s1600-h/2004.07.055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251871771330312514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJljOgLeUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5ld_egC4unA/s320/2004.07.055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking students. Some project. I was a prefect back then! hehe. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJmGc_8oUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4SHBRah62r4/s1600-h/2004.07.075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251872376517075266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJmGc_8oUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4SHBRah62r4/s320/2004.07.075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like some nerdy red-indian, with my spectacles on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJmu0k9EdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dHxRkxt7sJg/s1600-h/2004.08.006+-+Grp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873070041076178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJmu0k9EdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dHxRkxt7sJg/s320/2004.08.006+-+Grp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group did this for project. Nice ain't it? Sadly, i did not play a part in building this plasticine model. I would have only made things worse . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJnXcQ_37I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Dj6DzWsRRbs/s1600-h/2004.08.027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251873767889559474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJnXcQ_37I/AAAAAAAAAFo/Dj6DzWsRRbs/s320/2004.08.027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess whose the cool drummer, with the shades on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt find the picture of the Singh who bullied me in primary school. I ever got shoved into a sharp edged metal and bleed, got punched in the eye, and chased around the neaby HDB flat. Pradeep Singh was his name. I remembered once when he wanted to find trouble with me, and he pushed me to the wall. My friend nearby was like trying to stop him. I was quite small back then, and i was afraid of those bigger sized people. A crowd began to gather, i was scared. He then held me and punched me in the eye. Feeling pain, i got pissed and i kicked him in the nuts. Everyone around started to cheer me on? Everyone hated the guy but i was the only one he picked on. In the end, he got into trouble, as my classmates approached the principal, telling her what Pradeep did to me. Lucky, i did'nt get into trouble for kicking his *&amp;amp;^%. He had left a mark on me, making me wanting to hate Singhs for the rest of my lufe, till i met Ray - i'm just exxagarating. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun and laughter in primary school days. And of course, much more fun in Secondary School times. But, I shall reminisce the times i have in secondary school, when i'm older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for bringing you along this long, horendous journey of my past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MY MUSLIM FRIENDS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5142978658944952789?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5142978658944952789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5142978658944952789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5142978658944952789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5142978658944952789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-luck-to-end-up-with-temperature-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SOJixOW2dDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ygECOmcFdNM/s72-c/2004.07.027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-2336469812603326236</id><published>2008-09-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:26:36.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deserve what i get. I offend people, without realising. I only know how to hurt. I expect people to understand me while i don't understand them. I really don't know what to do anymore. I'm just plain selfish, aren't I? Thanks for inspiring, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2336469812603326236?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2336469812603326236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2336469812603326236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2336469812603326236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2336469812603326236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-deserve-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4955818709126450781</id><published>2008-09-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:08:43.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: Message 92670‏&lt;br /&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;admin@viagra.com&lt;br /&gt;Sent:&lt;br /&gt;17 September 2008 18: 09PM&lt;br /&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:percussionist_foreva@hotmail.com"&gt;percussionist_foreva@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear percussionist_foreva@hotmail.com!Want to be ready for sex in a few minutes? Then &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Viagra Soft Tabs is your choice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found it in my junk mail. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4955818709126450781?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4955818709126450781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4955818709126450781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4955818709126450781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4955818709126450781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/re-message-92670-from-adminviagra.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-2242667646612932697</id><published>2008-09-17T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:30:56.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOT FAIR! MUST BE 18 AND ABOVE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE 42 Km RUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people i asked to join me, i'm so sorry. I would be checking out on details. There's the 21 km one, which i'm not sure whether were allowed to join. But i'm certain that we will definetely be allowed to join the 10 km one. Exactly 80 more days to the Singapore Standered Chartered Run. The run of a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua talked to me, asking me to aim for 5 distinctions, to get the Ping Yian Of The Year Award. I told him my realistic aim was to get only 3, but anyway, he asked me to try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to adapt to the things around me, and keep out all the unnecessary stress. Only have to focus on my studies. I don't really have that drive to blog now. Nothing much except constant revision, but something intriguing happened today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, who is a band member in secondary one cried because Wai Kit bullied him! Well, not exactly. This was his recount . . .&lt;br /&gt;"I was doing my work when Ryan came and disturbed me. I got so irritated to the extent that i grabbed both his hands with one of my hand, squezzed them so tightly, until he cried". So during geography class, he was called down to tend to Ryan as he felt pain the whole morning. I looked at his hand and guessed it was probably a minor sprain. Nothing too major. Wai Kit did it unintentionally. No, not the grabbing. The hurting. Ryan, hope you learnt your lesson. Never disturb someone who tells you your too much, especially Wai Kit. He used to strangle me a lot when i was in secondary 1 , until i teared. Really hated when he did that to me. Wai Kit, your just to strong:) and try not to do that next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do what I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP PESTERING ME", and they will just keep quiet. Shout as if your angry, embarassing him/her in front of others. With some effort, it is easy to get rid of all this nuisance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hirta, with my usual jaberwocky talk, bringing you the most humdrum news ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2242667646612932697?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2242667646612932697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2242667646612932697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2242667646612932697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2242667646612932697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-fair-must-be-18-and-above-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-3785215731672674613</id><published>2008-08-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:27:27.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so terrible during practical. Voices running through my head, disrupting me from concentrating. It felt so tensed and pressurising on me that i couldn't concentrare. It's this feeling where i hear a lot of murmurs, which makes my head feel heavy, making me lose my concentration. Had been advised by teacher to see a doctor. Perhaps tomorrow . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Miss Ang, Really Appreciate It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths class was kind of basic so it was kind of boring. I revised this like a million times and we are forced to revise on this topic again. I just need revision, constant revision. With just a few weeks to "O" Levels, the tension is gradually rising. I still have my breaks, i cannot constantly study for all the free time i have. Need my "de-stressing" moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who do not feel guilt are those without feelings.&lt;br /&gt;It's something i wish some people could feel . . . enjoy your last few weeks people(403)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3785215731672674613?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3785215731672674613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3785215731672674613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3785215731672674613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3785215731672674613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-felt-so-terrible-during-practical.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-4613604130535257282</id><published>2008-08-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:10:27.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studied with Mr. Cheah at Macdonalds the whole afternoon, just the usual constant revision.&lt;br /&gt;How i wish O level was pushed later due to some epidemic, not that i'm cursing for something bad to happen.&lt;br /&gt;My younger bro joined Muay Thai Classes. Claimed that one of them was a participant of Contender Asia. Say he saw big bods around and he was the youngest. The rest were over 20. Some popular Muay Thai club in Singapore, near Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;If your bored and have nothing to do, or your feeling down and need something to cheer you up, me have perfecto soluti! GO TO &lt;a href="http://www.987fm.sg/"&gt;www.987fm.sg&lt;/a&gt; and find podcasts under Muttons! I gurantee you, you will have a hell of a time. Proven relief! It woulnd'nt be a waste of your time, so try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4613604130535257282?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4613604130535257282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4613604130535257282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4613604130535257282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4613604130535257282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/studied-with-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1940537396138636251</id><published>2008-08-23T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:00:20.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!&lt;br /&gt;Had a scrumptious meal with dad, mum and bro at marina.&lt;br /&gt;Well done steak with yummy pepper sauce, with loads of tobasco!&lt;br /&gt;Endless chugging of coke!&lt;br /&gt;I made a couple angry, because they had this pooch in their bag, which i hit by accident really hard, and they gave me cold stares, although i aplogised . . .&lt;br /&gt;Place was jam-packed, because of the fireworks festival.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice family dinner out, which i did not have for a long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1940537396138636251?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1940537396138636251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1940537396138636251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1940537396138636251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1940537396138636251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-mum-had-scrumptious-meal.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1561017386323722483</id><published>2008-07-13T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:48:39.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SHnAFUpMH-I/AAAAAAAAADE/TJgM4kpplpA/s1600-h/Image011000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222416440586149858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SHnAFUpMH-I/AAAAAAAAADE/TJgM4kpplpA/s320/Image011000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hirta's awesome mohawk! And the next day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SHnAUKfAyQI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJaQjecXjF8/s1600-h/Image137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222416695557146882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SHnAUKfAyQI/AAAAAAAAADM/dJaQjecXjF8/s320/Image137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tada!&lt;br /&gt;It was purely unintentional for the mohawk to appear. And thats the reason for my skinhead(for those wandering souls who were wondering why i shaved off bald!) Too lazy to elaborate how i ended up having a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Training with Fuad and Alif Today. Kind of the last official athletics practice. Simple 800 m routines, and now it's just proper rest, proper food and mental preparedness for the 1500m finals. I'm actually hoping to clinch the 4tyh position. I would feel contented with that. Well, anyway, i came in 5th for my 3000m finals this recent wednesday. Kind of an achievement for me. Mr. Ebrahim has linked me up with his jc friends who are teachers and a number of jc's has asked me to join their athletics team. Rest well Fuad, recover from your sickness and good luck to both of you to on the finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn to appreciate your life, don't take things for granted. Adapt to changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sesutoL wolleY simM I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1561017386323722483?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1561017386323722483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1561017386323722483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1561017386323722483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1561017386323722483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/07/hirtas-awesome-mohawk-and-next-day-tada.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SHnAFUpMH-I/AAAAAAAAADE/TJgM4kpplpA/s72-c/Image011000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-1130960664385337142</id><published>2008-06-23T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:05:32.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1500m and 300m on Tuesday. Location: GOMBAK STADIUM!!!!! SO FAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet control for the week. Regular intake of protein, half boiled eggs, till saturday, for fast relief of muscle aches. Alternatively switching shower from hot to cold every min to repair muscles. Eat carbo foods 2 days before competition to give me the energy i need. No coke, no oily food! Ah! Get this all over and done with and back to unhealthy diet. Prepared for race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts going to be tense! Hate to hear the sound of the gun. It's like awaiting the charges you get for doing something against the law, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tight schedule for the week. Have to squeeze in my time for school, athletics and tuiton for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the exciting part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Specs! Apologies to nissa for pestering of specs or contact lens, and to many many other who i have pestered. No, i'm not desperate anymore!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1130960664385337142?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1130960664385337142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1130960664385337142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1130960664385337142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1130960664385337142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/06/1500m-and-300m-on-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-2556287961563268212</id><published>2008-06-21T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T22:31:41.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR THOSE WHO DON'T CARE, BE GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my times in band, i really miss them. Well, at least i had people i could confide . . .&lt;br /&gt;Am i changing?I really don't know. I think i'm changing into this selfish, self-centred guy and well,i think i deserve what i have today. But, i cannot accept the fact of what'sgoing around me. Inside me, i'm filled with loneliness but outside, i try to be happy. I'm being someone i'm not. Having many friends, it doesn't really matter. Having true friends, those who you really care about are those who would make an impact to your life, are the important people in your life. And i feel like i'm starting to lose my friends and more importantly, myself. I feel like my world crumbling in front of me. But, by being alone, i get to talk to myself, which is really fun, i guess. The only true person i can confide aboout my problems is my sister, but she's busy with her life so i can't always be there to pester her. These things are affecting me. I don't if i'm the problem or those peopleare the problem. Lose friend, mix with new friend, feel uncomfortable, decide not to mix. I'm just so confused. Friendship is very important to me and i feel so, so affected by unhapiness between my friends, whether against me or not. I don't have the mood to do anything, except slack at home. Do we choose to be selfish? Or is it in our blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Him: We've been friends for some time now. I want you to understand i cannot accept the way you act and do things. Since recently, i have never felt that you have treated me like the friend i always knew. I know you have problems but you just seem so happy with your new group of years. How am i suppose to accept such a friend, i just cant help to wonder how you act so happy,you know, when i feel unhappy. Maybe i'm being selfish, i know you have problems and i'm trying to adjust to yours but can you understand mine and adjust to them. I feel so fucked up, i never felt angry and sad in a very long time, like this. I'm sorry, i just can't accept the fact that my life is going haywire, that things like this can happen. Where people can just jump from one clique to another. I understood, i really understood but your just not the same to me. Your different. I, also have changed. Friendship is forged not only to help each other in times of need or when you need someone to confide in, but also a natural instinct built to accept the person for who you are and what you are. I'm having all these mixed emotions. Well, i'm happy for you that you have found somewhat a source of happiness in your life but i feel so mad that i feel that i'm a burden to you and you a burden to me. Maybe selfish people like me cannot have friends like you, i'm too concerned on every change that happens. I never expected such an outcome but my instinct is forcing me to be like this. Reading this, i hope you understand. No, i don't hate you, don't get the wrong idea, but things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her: I feel so terrbile to be angry at someone and at the same time, sad, that you could be furious with me. You know, i just don't know what i've done wrong. I feel so out of place. I just can't stand being angered at, which i feel he must be thinking. I really don't know how to ask for your forgiveness, have i changed? Is that why maybe i can't accept people where actually people are accepting me for who i am, although this change in me. Why, why do this to me. I feel so! i never did mind you throwing your anger, getting angry, but for this long? How long do you want to contain this anger towards me. I don't know how to confront you, talk to you. My mind are playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her: I am so irritated with your messages. I just don't know why i bother replying. Asking me to admit stuff i did not do. Where's your prove? Giving me advice which i don't take a heed about? You know, that'swhy your friends treat you like that, no offence. When i was trying to be friendly, you become defensive and come out with a lot of crap. Well, the only reason i bother to replyis because of your best friend, thank god she's there for you or else you'll be a goner. I may have talked behind your back but that is my problem. But that was some time ago. And yeah, don't you dare ever send me a single message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends: Thanks for anything, everything, for just being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself: You are going berzerk and deserve to kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone mad! Hirta is a dinosaur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2556287961563268212?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2556287961563268212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2556287961563268212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2556287961563268212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2556287961563268212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/06/for-those-who-dont-care-be-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-7200571011653223447</id><published>2008-04-30T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:24:43.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry Ivan for all the things i have do to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ivan if i have hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ivan if you ever dislike me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Ivan because i have never been actually sorry about the mentioned above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, eh, pick up the phone eh.&lt;br /&gt;trying to call this guy to tell him on where to meet to go to nissa's bbq, but he's not picking up his phone!&lt;br /&gt;and i am sort of going to prank him ah, and i hope he falls for it.&lt;br /&gt;I would say ' eh, tomorrow must come in long jeans and proper t-shirt ah. If you have a vest or coat, try to bring, cause it's a formal bbq. Me, wai kit and some other guys will be bringing it along, but if you want to wear from home, it's ok.&lt;br /&gt;haha, formal bbq, if he can fall for this, i would be laughing my heads off!&lt;br /&gt;PICK UP THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for class t-shirt, we were suppose to put give our nicknames thaare to be labelled to our class t-shirts. Ivan's was iron duke and some guy ha to change it to iron dick! haha!&lt;br /&gt;And this whole post is dedicated to Ivan Sng Kai Kai. No, your not a retard and no we don't hate you! But your gullible and somewhat innocent. peace. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-7200571011653223447?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7200571011653223447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=7200571011653223447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7200571011653223447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/7200571011653223447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-ivan-for-all-things-i-have-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5068946512396635562</id><published>2008-04-21T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:05:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm suffering from mace blues . . . .helped wah jing with mace work for a short while today. He's gonna be better for me, thats for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trombonist, let's go liliputing for the outing, please! I really want to try it out! It's really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, just a typical day at school and constant disturbing towards ppl like Ivan And Faris! Baik Raf! Baik Ros! haha. Passed my chem test, omg , and i practically didn't study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life goes on . . . . . and i just had a sudden thought of the cha bee hoon song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5068946512396635562?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5068946512396635562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5068946512396635562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5068946512396635562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5068946512396635562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-suffering-from-mace-blues.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-2642386543361168821</id><published>2008-04-20T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:15:27.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SAr4MdqCOaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7M9_5c_uyvg/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191234413500971426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SAr4MdqCOaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7M9_5c_uyvg/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been a long journey for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The drum major of Ping Yi Marching Band, something i am very proud of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though we got a silver, i'm happy that the seniors will leave wihout regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wah jing, your turn to bring up the batch. BEST DRUM MAJOR 2010!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It seemed such a short time. From a cymbalist, to a snare drummer, then a tom player, to a trombonist and then macework. It had been fun and stressful at times, but i am happy to have shared these memorable moments with all. I reallh think back on those times when i was still young and immature. I really am greateful to my seniors who have helped me through my tough times, especially shafiq, when i was in sec 2. He was the best senior you could ever ask for. A lot of scoldings and tough times i have been through, but with the support of my fellow majors, i am very grateful to go through the year. Outdoor training has been tough. When i started mace work, i totally hated it, seriously. It was time consuming, and very exhausting. But my mind triggered and i realised how important it was and through all those pushing and scoldings, i have become the best of what i am able to accomplish. I'm very grateful to zach for teaching me all that you can and to make me physically, mentally and emotionally stronger. Thanks commitee for a job well done for bringing up your juniors and thanks o my members who have worked hard for the 12th of april.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Special thanks to that special someone who has always been there for me, to support me in my miserable times and for always caring for me. I really cannot thank you enough. Without you, i wouldnt have become the person i am today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, band's over and i'm having a terrible sprain! It's going to take a month or so to fully heal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Missing PARA PARA! Who wants to play! but i still can't, because of my injury.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will try to get my 'blog drive' back! It has been so long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tazmanian Devil Rawks!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2642386543361168821?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2642386543361168821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2642386543361168821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2642386543361168821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2642386543361168821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-has-been-long-journey-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/SAr4MdqCOaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/7M9_5c_uyvg/s72-c/IMG_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-4809496164246571448</id><published>2007-12-22T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T19:29:32.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DEAD BLOG DESERVES A POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or should i say, i have just broken through the 'laziness to blog' barrier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day's are numbered. . . i mean as in to the number of school holidays left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking news for some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have Updated My Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do add me, and view my profile at &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/hirtanoob"&gt;www.friendster.com/hirtanoob&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know where the name hirta derived from. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the time when i was the assistant drum major, where andrew would always mock me. The sudden inversion of name he used on me sounded nice, and from then, Hirta was born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just bored and i want to fantasise. Anyone up for Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about starbucks, when i was in Kl, i told my group 009 about andrew's first trip to starbucks and it was funny as hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Parkway Starbucks and confidently said, ' can i have a frappucinno '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salesman:"which one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew: The frappucinno la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I COULD HAVE LAUGHED MY ASS OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, i pitied him and giggled to myself. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, andrew hates starbucks and he cannot appreciate coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so whenever your going there, please take andrew out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some pictures deserve to be uploaded here. . . . firstl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/R2ug0X6ej2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UA5mnqtmm9o/s1600-h/IMG_2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146383820833853282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/R2ug0X6ej2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UA5mnqtmm9o/s200/IMG_2087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG! Is he cute or what! My new born nephew! I know you all have been waiting to know about his birth. After my last post, all of you must be bracing to yourselves to wait for what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess some of you might have thought my sis went through abortion or stuff and everyone suffering from the grievance and because of that i'm not updating. . . .ok, i'm making up stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to thank Lynda for motivating me to blog again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yi Lian, your spreading the high school musical craze to many of the members&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;including me . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have the sudden liking for the songs, but i seriouslly don't like the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update for the sake of those who keep on pestering me too. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;till then. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4809496164246571448?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4809496164246571448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4809496164246571448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4809496164246571448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4809496164246571448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-dead-blog-deserves-post-or-should-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/R2ug0X6ej2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/UA5mnqtmm9o/s72-c/IMG_2087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-3666727103168258564</id><published>2007-10-06T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:26:59.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently holding a record of one nephew and one niece.&lt;br /&gt;My sister's expecting one more nephew this month. . .&lt;br /&gt;It has been tumbling around, trying to find it's way to get out?&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;She's naming her child after me!&lt;br /&gt;How honoured i feel, calling my own name to my own newphew. . &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of this, we will share this strong bond after his birth.&lt;br /&gt;Jus't can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was telling me this before . . &lt;br /&gt;All women are stronger than men . . &lt;br /&gt;They survive the harshness of giving birth,&lt;br /&gt;which in her experience, mentioned that giving birth felt worse than getting hit down by a car, but how would she know?&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, she said it was worse for her when she gave birth to me.&lt;br /&gt;I was bigger than expected!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;She had to cut outward towards her belly . . . . .until now, the stitch mark stays there . . &lt;br /&gt;She must had an outmost, terrible experience. . . .&lt;br /&gt;My brother had to be there during the conversation, mocking me of my big ears . .&lt;br /&gt;Saying that this was the cause of the tragedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are not over yet, need to push a bit more for these few day's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother;s acting like a retard nowadays . . &lt;br /&gt;Always doing something offensive towards me. . &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really can't stand him . . &lt;br /&gt;He realy act's like a bloody retard nowadays. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for Ivan, my brother's worse than you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before chemistry paper started, Yng Tzer asked me how to calculate mole.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that learning this at the moment was no use, i pointed at my mole at my nose&lt;br /&gt;All around him laughed hysterically, still could make jokes at a time like this. . .&lt;br /&gt;Then I faced ivan, mocking him of the number of moles on his face. . &lt;br /&gt;and the weird thing is, his moles are only found on the left part of his face, there's like a symetrical border dividing his face. . . . i think he got 6, took the liberty to count. . '&lt;br /&gt;Then i was saying, maybe becasue he was involved in an accident and had to stitch back half his face, and that part got infected so many moles grew!&lt;br /&gt;And then i wished him luck for the chemistry paper, saying that mole topic would not be a problem to him. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-3666727103168258564?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3666727103168258564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=3666727103168258564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3666727103168258564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/3666727103168258564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/10/currently-holding-record-of-one-nephew.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1164595362744620324</id><published>2007-09-19T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:46:21.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-X95ko0LI/AAAAAAAAACs/trU5YeS2Bok/s1600-h/05092007462%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111471191771107506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-X95ko0LI/AAAAAAAAACs/trU5YeS2Bok/s200/05092007462%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-Xgpko0KI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZKd5rE2Pv3I/s1600-h/05092007459%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470689259933858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-Xgpko0KI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZKd5rE2Pv3I/s200/05092007459%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-XCpko0JI/AAAAAAAAACc/JRSBKmlojgE/s1600-h/05092007467%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111470173863858322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-XCpko0JI/AAAAAAAAACc/JRSBKmlojgE/s200/05092007467%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Flying Dutchman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to ECP with mua gang during the hol's. Had a great time there . . .&lt;br /&gt;Wai Kit was wearing his very old underwear which had small pictures of animals and other stuff. . .when i spotted it, i EXXAGERATED laughed at him. . .&lt;br /&gt;his excuse . . . . no more underwear as came back from camp . . .&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was so funny that he had the courage to use such a small, child like underwear . . .&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of criticism . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was usual . . i made up a stupid joke about Indians . . sorry for the racism.&lt;br /&gt;Was talking about CPR in english class when i suddenly thought of this joke and i told it to Mostaq&lt;br /&gt;Tahir: When do you apply CPR to an Indian....&lt;br /&gt;Mostaq: When they faint?&lt;br /&gt;Tahir: No, when they BLACK OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, couldn't stop laughing . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Fran for making my day. Bought me a dozen munchy donuts. THANK YOU SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway go to this link and watch COLLEGE SAGA. THE BEST VIDEO EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwLrgxtALWs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1164595362744620324?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1164595362744620324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1164595362744620324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1164595362744620324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1164595362744620324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-boobs-flying-dutchman-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/Ru-X95ko0LI/AAAAAAAAACs/trU5YeS2Bok/s72-c/05092007462%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-4741536866399991953</id><published>2007-09-04T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:43:46.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new phone, a new ipod nano, a new wallet, a new bag . . . what more would i want......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lucky few days are just to come. So enjoy these moments before they are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes, which fishes for more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be gone, as long i'm a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a lame poetic poet. . . --which i am not --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy with all these new things which i got in the midst of the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obsessed i think i barely did study on one of the days. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more gb of my ipod memory to go . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone memory totally used up, filling it with nonsensical games and attractive themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clearer cam-whoring pictures*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia 5300!&lt;br /&gt;Billabong Wallet!&lt;br /&gt;Ipod Nano&lt;br /&gt;Airwalk Bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THIS SECTION IS ONLY FOR THE FAINT HEARTED, HEROES FANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to Vivo with Edric Kuswadi(actually asked for ppl but nobody liked heroes), last friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SAW HIRO NAKUMARA aka time teleporter, SURESH  aka the weird scientist, the fat policeman who reads ppls minds and the women who has split personality . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Vivo was packed!!!!!!! I only got the chance to see them through the red carpet, just beside them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;OMGWTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday, i bought my new bag. My plan was to accompany Chelsea, Joel, Wah Jing and Jolene. . . . they somehow forced me buy . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Later went jammiing with my sis, her hubby, my niece and my nephew at my bro in law samll studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I played the drums, and my bro in law played the guitar and my sis sang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;WE HAD A GREAT TIME &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Then, my nephew(going 3 at Dec 30th) was so frustrated to see us playing and singing he grabbed the mike from my sis and everyone stopped playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;He sang . . . . .  burung kakak tua, tinggal di jendela, nenek sudah tua, giginya tinggal dua . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;then the letrum part he still dont how to say . . . . cute2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;I would always say&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so gay&lt;br /&gt;Even in the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As life goes on&lt;br /&gt;I would sing my song&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;i give up . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ermmmmm, drank starbucks with my sis, for the first time in my whole life today, today, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This women had been grieving over her son's death. She has been feeling very sad and lonely and she was full of sorrow. So she apporached this wise men, who was believed to have helped ppl to cure their sorrow. This women approached the wise men and seeked for his help. The wise men then told her to find a pure mastered seed that feels no sorrow. So the women set out on her quest. She went to this rich house first. She felt that the family is too rich for sorrow, so she decided to talk to the owner. The owner told her about all the sorrow and pain she had been suffering and the woman symphatised and tried to comfort her. She looked for another house and she got the same thing happening. She visited many house and she comforted all of them, as they were sufffering from the same fate. And eventually, she forgot about her own sorrow . . .&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: For me to know and for you to find out . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Miss Goh Laina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4741536866399991953?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4741536866399991953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4741536866399991953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4741536866399991953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4741536866399991953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-phone-new-ipod-nano-new-wallet-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-9184774032298928093</id><published>2007-08-22T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:50:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, i just got a haircut a few days ago! - remember this phrase andrew ang wee cheong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lol, and guess what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I"M GETTING A NEW PHONE TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but still not sure what model ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i'm planning to go to ICA building to make my IC. My b'day had passes a long time ago and i have still not made my IC. Just plain lazy . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, now i'm waiting for the arrival of AAWC to come my house study, time now -7.34pm-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;He action tell me he very good at trigo and always get full marks. .. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today went to mac in the morning to study with Edric and Wai Kit as usual. Saw Chu Rong and ask him help me buy $2 meal, instead he buy me milo. Then Edric was trying to explain to Wai Kit about the hw and Wai Kit got irritated he asked me instead. Typhoid has really gotten into Edric's skull and his like, so different. Haha. . .. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After school, wait for piano as i want to play my favourite song, DANCE WITH MY FATHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This song really gives me some sense of inspiration and it really motivates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ANALYSE THE TEXT AND MAYBE YOU"LL KNOW! -----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spin me around 'til I fell asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd play a song that would never, ever end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How I'd love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To get my way, I would run from her to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He'd make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never dreamed that he would be gone from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd play a song that would never, ever end'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cause I'd love, love, love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sometimes I'd listen outside her door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'd hear how my mother cried for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I'm praying for much too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But could you send back the only man she loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know you don't do it usually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But dear Lord she's dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-9184774032298928093?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-4021885451738211072</id><published>2007-08-18T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:36:08.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgLmsQu4uI/AAAAAAAAACE/yUBoyyeYzSg/s1600-h/18082007343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100339337341362914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgLmsQu4uI/AAAAAAAAACE/yUBoyyeYzSg/s200/18082007343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgKmMQu4tI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LfVlw0TRxFE/s1600-h/18082007342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100338229239800530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgKmMQu4tI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LfVlw0TRxFE/s200/18082007342.jpg" 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Evelyn, Edric and me went out to watc the fireworks at marina bay . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very nice display and it was worthwhile . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Funan to eat first and then when we reach our destination, there was no place to sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went to katong to play pool with Edric. We we making stupid designs of the balls. One was it was a heart shape. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgMs8Qu4vI/AAAAAAAAACM/t9cpcebXDmI/s1600-h/18082007371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100340544227173106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgMs8Qu4vI/AAAAAAAAACM/t9cpcebXDmI/s200/18082007371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try6ing to sink in a noob shot .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgNtMQu4wI/AAAAAAAAACU/_fTBz4V4O0g/s1600-h/18082007369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100341648033768194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgNtMQu4wI/AAAAAAAAACU/_fTBz4V4O0g/s200/18082007369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Play Cs for a while. Edric first time playing and he's got the hang of it. N==B but not bad for a first timer . . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time i realised it was already 1 plus. had to take a taxi home. Had a great day . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-4021885451738211072?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4021885451738211072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=4021885451738211072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4021885451738211072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/4021885451738211072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/wee-evelyn-edric-and-me-went-out-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RsgLmsQu4uI/AAAAAAAAACE/yUBoyyeYzSg/s72-c/18082007343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-2718917008727545795</id><published>2007-08-14T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T20:02:42.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Remember the guy who always exagerates his laughter? He is back from the hospital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy cracking you brain more to catch up with topics = p . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Finally, after almost 2 weeks in there, he can get back to see Evelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;During physics class, Wai Kit and i had nothing better to do so we did this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Legend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;W - Wai Kit ///////////////////Before --- WET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E - Edric /////////////////////After --- E2 - SWT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;E - Evelyn ////////////////////After After --- E2 - SWT = B(LC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;T - Tahir /////////////////////After 21 Years --- B(LC)+ B2 + G = B(F)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;B - Bastard ///////////////////After 3 Years --- B(F) - SWT = OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;LC - Loving Couple ///////////After 10 years --- B(LC) - Edric = Loner Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;B2 - Two Baby Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;G - One Baby Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;F - Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;OC - Old Couple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;(any square denoted by 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok, were being stupid and we wrote lots of other stupid stuff but shall not elaborate . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My sister wanted to buy me an ipod nano today but i told her i want a 30 gb ipod . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Still have to wait for the day to come . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, i figured out chords for dance with my father by luther vandross. Try it out on the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Ang was talking about every last time, she will always see a dark chocolate, white chocolate and brown chocolate together. . . racial harmony . . . unfortunately, i'm the dark chocolate . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2718917008727545795?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2718917008727545795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2718917008727545795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2718917008727545795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2718917008727545795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/08/remember-guy-who-always-exagerates-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1033365268091611484</id><published>2007-07-30T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T22:02:44.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be the noob you are . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what i wrote in jolene's card . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wai kit was reminding me of the stupid thing i did after obs, he finds it very funny, but i dont . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was toppping up my ez link, using cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually top up with my nets. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my ezlink card in the nets slot, trying to force it in, but it wont go in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai kit keep on saying atm nets atm nets, and i didnt get what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he raised his voice telling me thats the wrong slot . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i took my money out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried putting my money in the same atm slot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and realised wrong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he keep on laughing . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fresh day at school after OBS. Lots of absentees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English no lesson, WOOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'it does not matter whether you are the son of a banker or a baker'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from SS book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i and wai kit showed to mustaq and teased him . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1033365268091611484?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1033365268091611484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1033365268091611484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1033365268091611484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1033365268091611484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-noob-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-9198471747015046346</id><published>2007-07-29T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T21:19:47.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Obs was a memorable experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nila Utana Rawks 4eva!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thanks for the memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;AlifBasithGraceQiurongFranskyTahirCedrickJoyPutriAbdillahRongbinSamSeanMichsonVictorDin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pc 5 check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHECK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lots of nicknames and lots of memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The times we cooked, kayak, pitch our tent made fun of each other(first one who took the initiative to make fun of someone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jetty Jump was a memorable one . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Band today only half day, not the usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Attendence wasn't that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ppl getting punished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The new excuse sheet system was implemented . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;After band, went to eat at the hawker centre. Evelyn was sitting on my table when Mr.Poh, sitting on the other other table asking her questions. He later asked Evelyn why I and Estee same class as her are stupid but why she very smart. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Evelyn: O.o, because ah . . . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was laughing like some bloody hyena, until tears come out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She was replying as if she has a reason why Estee and me stupid while she is smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Actually, she wanted to answer the previous question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Everyone on the table was laughing hysterically . . .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Evelyn, Sharifah and I went to visit Edric Kuswadi at East Shore Hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Found out that he got Typhoid Fever, a serious fever which can affect the liver and cause death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;He is progreesing, but still unwell. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Shockingly, Mrs Woo and Mr Rezal And Miss Valerie visited him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;So much peer support . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well, just chat for a while ahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And then cracking some lame jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We were soon gone . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GET WELL SOON EDRIC KUSWADI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-9198471747015046346?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9198471747015046346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=9198471747015046346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9198471747015046346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/9198471747015046346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/obs-was-memorable-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-6750151916209832277</id><published>2007-07-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:00:44.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;obs&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.obs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.obs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.obs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.obs!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1 more day to the day of the excting days of wonderful days of fun and excitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bought my camping back, water sport shoes, leather gloves, solid fuel tablets, and nylon string. Ended up spending only $62.50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mother accompanied because she was afraid i would splurge on all the money i have on irrelevant stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqInmcH2avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bRi4J7skfnI/s1600-h/21072007316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089674070219713266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqInmcH2avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bRi4J7skfnI/s200/21072007316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Water Shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIotMH2awI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F1qOjcW2I64/s1600-h/21072007322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089675285695458050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIotMH2awI/AAAAAAAAAA8/F1qOjcW2I64/s200/21072007322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;- My packed Back Pack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIqesH2axI/AAAAAAAAABE/iMcSci3A1UM/s1600-h/21072007317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089677235610610450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIqesH2axI/AAAAAAAAABE/iMcSci3A1UM/s200/21072007317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Leathery Gloves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;After that, went home, changed and went to play lan with joel, khairuddin and some others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Later, went to meet Edric and Evelyn at parkway. Evelyn was buying some stuff there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate Ayam Penyet together and we started crapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We talked about something and then suddenly because was talking about the band fiesta video. She seemed blur about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tahir: Evelyn, you know what is youtube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Evelyn: Yes, of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edric: You think she that stupid ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tahir: Im just asking right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Edric: Im just reminding you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Evelyn: You reminding me about what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tahir/Edric: Nvm, nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIsHcH2ayI/AAAAAAAAABM/8VeQ0tqevaw/s1600-h/21072007305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089679035201907490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqIsHcH2ayI/AAAAAAAAABM/8VeQ0tqevaw/s200/21072007305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then i and Edric went around taking stupid pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Evelyn went home - &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edric became sad .  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-6750151916209832277?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6750151916209832277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=6750151916209832277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6750151916209832277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/6750151916209832277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/obs.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqInmcH2avI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bRi4J7skfnI/s72-c/21072007316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-8332308680232019545</id><published>2007-07-21T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:31:34.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When marimba rythm starts to play, dance with me, make me sway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Ang, your the coolest teacher ever. Your voice has this energy that is so different from the *normal you*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WET was at the staircase singing that song, we all got addcited after hearing Miss Shu Hui sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Along the way while singing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;;What are you guys DOING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a spoiler, Mr Martin Chan stopped us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;He spoiled our marimba rhytm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Actually, it was ok cause edrics *out of tune* singing was affecting my ear drums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me, Jolene, Estee, Wah Jing, Joel and Sahiddah went to Temasek Magicland, a primary school carnival. The two extra posers who are NON-TEMASEKIANS are EsTee Lauder and Mr. Ong. Haha, but they wanted to tag along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ate something first and then went in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The place was bustling with lots and lots of ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I met with Erfi And Jia wen, old good frens of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Well, we did not know what to do, and we seperated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Walked around, looking for teachers to talk to. Met with my athletics teachers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;they still look as good looking as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wah Jing and Sahiddah soon left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did lots of stupid stuff, see jolene sister performing on stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the end of the carnival, managed to talk to my malay teacher, form teacher and band teacher in charge. They all look the same, omg......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Took a lot of silly photos. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Let the pictures do the talking. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqDbVeOy7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uxVprDupArQ/s1600-h/DSC00532-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089308740867518146" style="WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqDbVeOy7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uxVprDupArQ/s320/DSC00532-1.JPG" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 267px" height="685" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z1/crab_drummer/DSC00534.jpg" width="743" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 291px; HEIGHT: 203px" height="573" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z1/crab_drummer/DSC00539.jpg" width="867" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 302px; HEIGHT: 290px" height="669" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z1/crab_drummer/DSC00541.jpg" width="743" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 373px" height="730" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z1/crab_drummer/DSC00545.jpg" width="922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqDnOeOy7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WZ-C84U8Yns/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089321814747967202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqDnOeOy7uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WZ-C84U8Yns/s320/DSC00550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-8332308680232019545?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8332308680232019545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=8332308680232019545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8332308680232019545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8332308680232019545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-marimba-rythm-starts-to-play-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mYdJUuex88/RqDbVeOy7sI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uxVprDupArQ/s72-c/DSC00532-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37520038.post-2457931652842953172</id><published>2007-07-19T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:47:37.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;3 Little Noobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Please take note it's the official gang of Tahir,Edric,Wai Kit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;We have a logo, but not official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Motto: Juz be the noob you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fav Quote: Why? Because your a noob that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Current members: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No. of Applications left: NONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Edric noob's clap: An exxagarated laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wai kit's noob clap: "I laugh like hell bodoh!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Tahir's clap: Cannot be explained verbally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Well, lots have happened, and i have not blogged for months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;The noob gang always making jokes in class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today no edric, nobody to make fun of . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Guess what, edric like somebody,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and her name is *@&amp;#(@.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Today was suppose to be Mustaq b'day, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sorry about mentioning about the article where ur father names was held in a terrorist article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;i seemed such a bastard telling ppl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;but at least he enjoyed the attention?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BAND FIESTA WAS A BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;CROWD WAS GOING WILD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;" GO TAHIR GO ASYRAF "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;FAV Quote; I'm The MAn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;You guys did a great job,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;All my thanks to alumni, seniors and the rest of the band members for making that day a sucess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Not to mention, Mr Yap And Mr Poh too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;AND ALSO THE NOOB GANG FOR UR SUPPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;;wai kit solo shout my name, all look at him lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After school, speech day rehearsel again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; sectional leader&lt;/em&gt; has a huge major attitude problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What's happening to him . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the speech day rehearsel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;:lot's of things to do, lot's of things to see, we want we want to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;totally bored of the song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;those performing the song not so enthu also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;finish 6.30, wanna go back, went to mac with joel and faizah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;drink, talk, talk and talk . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;joel suddenly talk about *masturbation*; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the matureness in him has arisen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;going to my primary school carnival with jolene and joel. . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;IM OFFCIALY A CAM WHORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;No la, juz started to love taking pictures of myself and i do not know why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SOME ppl start calling me a cam whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'm also allergic to dettol, rashes on my back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Band fiesta on YOUTUBE! CHeck it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday, Mrs. Gary Chan acted like a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sing for Yi lian B'day song, in the end found out wasnt her b'day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saddening . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, life's a full of suprises. . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 is a stupid number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7 months of no blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7/07/07 live earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7/07/07 ppl get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edrics fav song of yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love bannanas, i know that mangoes are sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love papayas, PAPAYAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIAMNONDS ARE THE GALS BEST FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Edric is the kind of noob that will sing anything on his mind, and i get irritated sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Thailand came yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;SA WA DI KAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It was a fast hello-goodbye session!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;MK keep on asking me to ask the preety gals no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Juz walking around to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In the end, they left and they were soon gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I WILL BE OFFICIALY BLOGGING AGAIN FROM TODAY ONWARDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2457931652842953172?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2457931652842953172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2457931652842953172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2457931652842953172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2457931652842953172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2007/07/3-little-noobs-please-take-note-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-1426727573135248898</id><published>2006-11-29T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:43:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YEAH! Gonna get a haircut today, but first following bro go send his secondary school options. He choose changkat changi as his first choice(golf school. Changkat Changi is affiliated with Laguna country club, he will get to play at the golf course once/twice a week for free. Hope he gets in . . . . . gotta go now . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-1426727573135248898?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1426727573135248898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=1426727573135248898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1426727573135248898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/1426727573135248898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/yeah-gonna-get-haircut-today-but-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-8191546962354243967</id><published>2006-11-28T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:31:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Me and asyraf gonna play ToMbOnIsT ExTreAme ToMs BaTtLe SoLO for CBC. Hope it's not presurising, thinking of something to play. Anyway pratice at SPF was ok. The new set piece, sunrise and safari . . . . .  sunrise isn't to difficult, but safari still learning in progress. Well, after band, helped Minh Zhen with the tying of water bombs for spf. Ah BoO go throw one water bomb in the basin then splash all over my pants. And then i tried taking revenge, instead wet Yi Ling shoes . . . SORRY YI LING! Won't forget Ah Boo. Go caltex buy butter bread and share with the guys . . . . life is getting boring nowadays . . .. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-8191546962354243967?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8191546962354243967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=8191546962354243967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8191546962354243967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8191546962354243967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay-me-and-asyraf-gonna-play-tombonist.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-8948719016956879523</id><published>2006-11-27T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:41:11.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Totally damn bored today. Decided to go play lan gaming and bowling with my younger bro. He wanted to treat so i happily went. . hehe. . .went to Katong Mall, we wanted to play, but there was a competition going on . . .zzzz . . .so played lan first 2 hours. I taught my bro play dota, first time he play, anyway i also not so good, but sill PoWn HIM. Then go bowling (competition ended already) and played 3 games. Soon finished and me and my  bro jogged home from katong. About 2.5 km i guess. A good exercise . . .  Well, my mum made Nasi Lemak today. Have been craving for it for a very long time!!! Now i'm bloated. Hoping for a fun band practice tomorrow at SPF!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-8948719016956879523?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8948719016956879523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=8948719016956879523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8948719016956879523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/8948719016956879523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/totally-damn-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-5789317868162859404</id><published>2006-11-26T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:26:32.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O.o. Long time no play counter strike. Went to play cs with ah boo, AAWC and Jun An. I the only newbie. Teamed with andrew, against boo and JA. After playins some time, andrew  got frustated, cuz me play like noob, making our team lose, but soon managed to catch up. The game actually not bad, juz dun like it when im so noob sometimes. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-5789317868162859404?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5789317868162859404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=5789317868162859404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5789317868162859404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/5789317868162859404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/o.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-2135425498830220965</id><published>2006-11-24T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:16:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! I love Fiera Winds, especailly the slow part and the chords! Usual band practice and went to play soccer with the fellow members . . put my bag at soccer court and went to buy sushi with andrew. 2 satay beef, 1 satay chiken, two ebi wasabi and i TAKO for me. Gobbled up everything and joined the others for soccer. Played or a while and soon gone to interchange with AAWC. Met estee at the bus stop. All took bus 30 together. When Andrew was reaching his stop, he saw his bloody 154 reaching, so he rushed out the bus. I told him he wont catch it and he really did not. . . he msg me say the 154 trining. . . LOLX &gt; &gt; *LAMER*. I'm worned out . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37520038-2135425498830220965?l=pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2135425498830220965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37520038&amp;postID=2135425498830220965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2135425498830220965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37520038/posts/default/2135425498830220965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pure-everlasting-memories.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-i-love-fiera-winds-especailly-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>Hirta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00446975138290050230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-37520038.post-116330873031607673</id><published>2006-11-12T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:13:54.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nco 2006</title><content type='html'>A big event and a new blog. Decided to play less of my games and start blogging. NCO WAS GREAT!!! . The 5 days was full of formations and mace work for the drum majors and for the band majors, formations and music. It all paid off and not gone to waste. It almost rained and if it rained, no drum major performance . . . . Yesterday was a memorable day . . . . . We practiced for the last time in the morning, the whole thing. I was juz thinking in my mind how this could start already. As usual, we had our sucky packet lunch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*yesterday's lunch the best so far*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Took a shower, prepared full u, and took pictures of us 4, me, yi lian , jun an and yan jun. We took some other of cuz with some Nco Members. Parade was gonna start. While falling in, saw mr poh walking past the squad . . . . . . . we did the march past, Goh comes in and does inspection . . . formed up again for the parade. The time finally came, to be proud of the band. We did all our formations and in the end formed the number 32. Soon, everything was over . . . everyone was happy. We all congratulated each other, and we all took photos with the ppl who came to support. My father and bro came too! . .&lt;br /&gt;Well, we all chat for a while and then it was time to go. Mr poh dropped andrew and I at Newton Mrt, and the rest were brought to bedok. Went to 7 eleven and bought drinks for ourselves. While we were waiting for the mrt to come, andrew realised his phone missing. He panicked . . . then he went back to 7 eleven and tried to check whether he left it there. I called joanna and ask to see whether his phone as inside mr poh's van. Lucky him, it was there. 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