<?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-1739274758756497031</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:56:35.996+08:00</updated><category term='A normal day'/><title type='text'>choice.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-7186204869109507296</id><published>2009-04-13T21:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:37:18.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to date</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging for a long time now. I think I should catch up on my stuffs now. Since almost everything is almost done and it is coming to the end of my time in High School. But then, I heard there is more events that is gonna come up soon. So I will really want to try to make space for myself and also those events. I have like tons of homework and work not done yet around the house and it is really messy all around. I have been going out a lot lately and had no time for myself to do those things. I would really want to make my blog up to date but I am just sometimes too lazy when I have the time. I would rather surf the net and wasting my time. I will make myself not be lazy now. Hehe. I wish I could and I can. Just try right? There are so many events that I wanna blog about and do up my blog like put in new links and friends but I have no time yet. Let me settle things down first and then I can blog what was been happening. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7186204869109507296?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7186204869109507296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7186204869109507296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7186204869109507296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7186204869109507296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2009/04/up-to-date.html' title='Up to date'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-276694484041070985</id><published>2009-03-13T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:26:49.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Today my friends which took SPM last year took their results today. Met many of them in school. Said hi and stuffs. And yeah. One of my friend said to us as in my friends and me together. Said that next year might be just your turn. Well, its no turning back. Maybe what Azzat wrote is true. Once you have made your decision. There is no turning back. There is like less than 7 months if im not mistaken till the final exam. Im feeling worried as in if i would have no place to go if i didnt do well in that exam. Well, many people want me to do well by not asking or talking to me often now. They are just leaving me behind till my SPM is over. Thats a good thing for me. Many of my friends got quite ok results I guess? Some got full straight A's. Wonder if I would do it too ? It would be snowing if I would to get those results. Im nervous right now. Im nervous everyday about the results or SPM that im gonna sit for. I wanna work hard. But I still delay my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-276694484041070985?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/276694484041070985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=276694484041070985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/276694484041070985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/276694484041070985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2009/03/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-860934278098861959</id><published>2009-02-26T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:46:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a waste of time.</title><content type='html'>Today. One of my friend really does piss me off with his attitude and things which he liked to drag things for a long long time before doing it properly or completing it. I really hate those kind of people who will just drag the time and give me the answer as if my time is worth for theirs. This friend of mine is a very afraid of his parents for some reason. If he wanted to go somewhere or he wanted to go out with his friends to somewhere. He would not dare to ask for permission until he found a way to ask like indirectly asking or he wont confront them. I was like.. dude.. you are already sixteen going on seventeen. Are you like suppose to make your own decisions now ? Are you supposed to grow up and be responsible for everything you wanna do and don't let others control you? Come on you are getting older day by day. And you are stuck here with your parents which makes decisions for you. Yeah. My other friend and I have tolerated you for a real long time. Just that, we didnt want to tell you or embarass you infront of your so called "friends". We just kept quiet for this 4 years all together since we were friends since form 1 we entered our school. Imagine how much patience and tolerance we have to put up with you just because of what you did. I really cant take it but I always tell myself to just let it go. You are wasting my time and you are delaying the time. It is only 1 week from now and we only have 3 practices to go and you still wanna call me and say I cant go tomorrow. Thats real stupid for me to waste my time for you. I can tell you 80% that we are not able to make it already. I wont mention whose that. Im just gonna let it be. Seriously, wasted like 2 weeks because of you. I got sick because of you. Using so much energy every practice because of you. I cant even do my studies or even do my projects that I got from teacher like months ago because of you all is it because of your damn little "thing" you wanna do. You should grow up and have some guts if you want something from people. Imagine next time when you are already like living by yourself. Are you gonna call your mummy when you have somewhere you wanna go ? Damn. Thats like... or when you wanna get killed are you gonna shout Mummy !? Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-860934278098861959?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/860934278098861959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=860934278098861959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/860934278098861959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/860934278098861959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-waste-of-time.html' title='What a waste of time.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5402609446163802502</id><published>2009-02-24T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:35:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year passed by.</title><content type='html'>Yeappp. Finally, Im back to blogging. I am free from all things now. I can have some time for myself now. The year 2008 just ended and a new year of 2009 just began. Its not the same thing this year. The major examination is held this year that is SPM. It decides where I could go or where I could not go. People might say its not important or its important but to me it is. When you dont have anything. And when you have the little things, do whatever you can with the little things so that you could make it into a larger one. Thats what I believe. Even who we are. Or where we are from. We can always perform well and we can go somewhere. Lets take Bill Gates. He didnt finish high school. He dropped out in High School and he did really well now. If he can or if my friend's parents can. Why cant I right? So I just gotta work harder for it. Everything is just on your shoulders. If you wanna take it up you can. If you wanna be lazy and just leave what chances you got you too can do it. Now I know what one of my teacher used to say. I know what he said is true now. I believe in what he say now. His turning 55 next year. His an experienced teacher and also an adult which lived for a long long time now. Last year might be a year of enjoyment and fun. But this year? Its different. Everything changes. After this year I wont be able to go to high school anymore. All the years since form 1 I enjoyed every year and every day I had in school. I can too enjoy this year but I have to focus on my studies too. Major year major examination. I feel quite afraid now. Its only Febuary and I am feeling afraid of failing because I am not quite a good student. And I get low grades for my monthly test. I slacked during form 4 and I have to catch up this year on everything. I hope I can. Well, we will never know ourselves when we try it out right? There is no harm in trying anything. So just put in a little of effort and try to study a little. Dont try to study everything in one time. Slowly and slowly catching up to the other students. The other students in other classes could do it well and could get high marks. Why I cant? Yeap. I got that right. Why cant I do it too? Some of you might look down on me because I really have bad habits now. I am picking up a lot of bad habits. You might look down on me. Anybody can have a lot of bad habits but in the end they are the winners or I can say scorers. My teacher always say we all could get scholarship we all could get scholarship to go to colleges or whatever that is. Well, come to think of it. Why dont I just try my best to get one? It wont kill me or harm me right? Studying is not a waste of time not like playing games on computer or watching too much tv. Studying is something you can take when you grow old, when you have children. To me, God is there to help us go through the path but not give us every answers to our lifes. We have to work hard for our own scores in life. Thats what I think. You all might think it differently. But this is what I think and I am gonna stick to it. I admit I wont have anything when I finish high school. No cash. No business to take over or a house inherited to me. I have nothing I can say that. So its like working from zero percent. So what if I have to do that? I dont mind. I will just build my own company ! I realised things about myself now. I like to drag things around and also cant make a decision fast. I like to delay things around like when I have homeworks. I like to just leave it there to rot and do it later. I guess thats a really bad habit. I keep telling myself that it is just Febuary. Its just the second month of the year. Come to think of it. I only have 9 months more to go till that exam. That one important exam. That one that decides where I go next. Shall I take an action now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5402609446163802502?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5402609446163802502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5402609446163802502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5402609446163802502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5402609446163802502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-passed-by.html' title='A year passed by.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5615316890308437223</id><published>2008-11-13T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:51:57.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM.</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish all my fellow friends who are form 5 a very good luck in your SPM examinations. May you do well in your papers and God will watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;Next year would be my turn having SPM. Should I be worried about it ? One of my teachers who teaches me Physics warned all of us that we should be studying during our form 4 holidays. So that we can catch up with our studies for SPM. Form 5 life is gonna change everything. Everything is determined next year. Where our future is gonna be. Where are we heading to. SPM is really important I guess even its a basic to our studies in college? Without it we might just not go anywhere you know. I really want to study further after form 5 but I guess I just cant even with a scholarship in my hands? I would like to try to get one. I am quite scare actually. Im already getting older and older day by day. I feel that fun is gonna be over. It wont be like when we are in primary and form 1 or form 2 where we can take things easily. Form 5 is gonna be real important. Maybe its gonna be just studying. I hope that I wont slack next year. I left one more month before my SPM year starts. I hope that I can catch up with whatever I left behind. I didnt really do well this year because I thought it was just a fun year without any important exams. But after looking through everything. I finally see that form 4 lessons are my basic to SPM. If I dont catch up my form 4 studies. I cant even do form 5. I am currently having problems with my Add Mathematics. Real bad I guess. I wanna do it well next year. It is actually easy. Just that I am too lazy to study and do alot of exercises. I hope that I dont play play with my time next year. It is my last year in high school. I know I will miss that life but I have to move on with life no matter what comes in my way right? Its just life. Good luck people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5615316890308437223?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5615316890308437223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5615316890308437223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5615316890308437223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5615316890308437223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/spm.html' title='SPM.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2416652074300792432</id><published>2008-11-13T16:17:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:01:07.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan Soon Chia.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I wanna say thank you to Tan Soon Chia for inviting me to his birthday celebration at Sunway Pyramid. The day started with me waking up thinking needing to go to the hospital for my backbone check up. But then Dad saw the date of my appointment wrongly and then I called up Ah Chia to ask where is he now. And he said that his already on the way to Subang Station in the train. So I asked him to wait for me at Subang Station that I would take a train from Klang Station one. While I was waitting for the train at Klang Station. Janus called me and he said that his with Choi May and he asked me to wait for him so that the 3 of us can go to Subang together as he was joinning Ah Chia too. So the train there took about 30 minutes all together? Met up with them. All together there was Ah Chia, J-Shawn, Jerry, Nush, Ching, Pravind and Jennifer. So we took the bus from the Subang Station to Sunway Pyramid which costs 80cent per person. We reached there and the first thing we went is to buy the movie tickets. I thought they said they were gonna watch Madagascar 2 but then Ah Chia bought James Bond's tickets. And he paid for all of us. Thank you very much Soon Chia. So after that we all went to have our lunch at Nandos. And the food there was delicious but yet very spicy indeed. Before going to Nandos. Janus went to the I Need House to buy condoms for Ah Chia as his birthday present. All of us chipped in money to buy those condoms for him. After eating at Nandos we then sang the birthday song there and people in the restaurant clapped too. And then we took out his birthday present. He opened it up and it was condoms and he was quite suprised. And Janus goes on saying By the age of 16 I got condoms as my present so I think that you need to get condoms when you are 16 too. So Ah Chia cried a little bit after we left Nandos. Har har. And then we went to the cinema as our movie was at 2.30pm. So the movie was ok ok lar. Not that interesting. But the actions were quite cool? As they said Daniel Craig is quite a yeng person? Har har. So after movie we went for pool. And half way of the match I left with Yash, Janus and J-Shawn to go and see Yash's friend, Moon. She was quite friendly indeed. First time meeting her. So went to eat a 5 o clock meal with Moon. And then Janus and Yash decided to left Pyramid to go to Asia Cafe as Mario and his friends were there. So they left and J-Shawn and me joined back with the gang. Then we then left Pyramid to go to Subang to have dinner and Nush and Su Ching also wanted to buy their Dvd's and Dvd Games. So we left by taxi which costs rm14 for two taxis. And then we camped at Mcdonalds for a while waitting for Su Ching and Nush to buy their Dvd's and then we went to the Subang Station and head home. Jerry's sister sent Nush, Jennifer, J-Shawn and me home while Ah Chia was waitting for his dad and Su Ching is getting off at Kampung Raja Uda and Pravind was getting off at Teluk Gadung Station. So the day ended with that and I must say Ah Chia's birthday was all in good timing you know. Not too late and not too messy of a plan. I wanna say thank you to everyone that was there for making it a fun day. But before I went home I went to esso mamak with Janus and Yash to have dinner. But I didnt eat anything there lar. So around 9 plus I reached home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Soon Chia came in to my class during we were form 3 I think? I dont really remember. As I remember was he came to my class with his friend named Mustaza. He got number 2 if I was not mistaken during form 2 so he got promoted to my class during form 3. At first, I see him but I didnt talked to him. But then my other friends starting talking to him but I was not that close to him yet. He was sitting with one of my friends and I was just two rows behind him. For 2 or 3 months I didnt speak to him until one day we just talked and we became friends. Although he was new to the class but he was really friendly with everyone and willing to make friends with us. He was new to us. After a few months past. He then got closed to us and we started to make him as one of us. I still remember when I was still free. I used to message him on messenger talking to him every night about anything. But there was once we argued and I must admit his a good fighter in aruging no doubt. Har har. No one won. No one lose. It was a draw. I must say I am glad that his around. He might be a bitchy person but he is yet a skinny funny ass. He do stupid things that makes joy. But sadly I didnt get to sit with him in the same class this year. Due to my results and his we were now at a different class which makes us talk less. But still we do go out alot together and we are still close to each other. We are still open. His a open listener whenever you wanna talk to him about your problems. He would tell you things that you dunno yet. And just keeps his mouth quiet for the sake of you. Thats a real good thing about him that you can keep things inside him not he wont split it out. I hope that we can be friends till we leave earth. One day we might be sitting in a kopitiam remembering our young days while we are at an old age. I hope that day comes. I hope that day comes with my gang. All sitting at the kopitiam remembering and talking about our young days together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvm2Ge4dvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/voREVSkpLlg/s1600-h/IMGP1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvm2Ge4dvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/voREVSkpLlg/s320/IMGP1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058006267393778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ching, Jerry, Pravind and Janus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnEhdA1pI/AAAAAAAAArE/GQUXotFcxRw/s1600-h/IMGP1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnEhdA1pI/AAAAAAAAArE/GQUXotFcxRw/s320/IMGP1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058254025479826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Soon Chia and Su Ching !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnZmWAW7I/AAAAAAAAArM/Rmp_9NilND4/s1600-h/IMGP1414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnZmWAW7I/AAAAAAAAArM/Rmp_9NilND4/s320/IMGP1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058616115518386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravind and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnhj5WLDI/AAAAAAAAArU/wHC0GSJFz24/s1600-h/IMGP1409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnhj5WLDI/AAAAAAAAArU/wHC0GSJFz24/s320/IMGP1409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058752897395762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnpPiESqI/AAAAAAAAArc/27EEANaNxK0/s1600-h/IMGP1410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnpPiESqI/AAAAAAAAArc/27EEANaNxK0/s320/IMGP1410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268058884869999266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnwmC56_I/AAAAAAAAArk/OKUzdjwLR5M/s1600-h/IMGP1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvnwmC56_I/AAAAAAAAArk/OKUzdjwLR5M/s320/IMGP1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268059011172396018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Shawn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoDQ9WqfI/AAAAAAAAArs/EZKzFYWaJ5A/s1600-h/IMGP1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoDQ9WqfI/AAAAAAAAArs/EZKzFYWaJ5A/s320/IMGP1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268059331929483762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ching and Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoMVDaymI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_uvImNJpv-4/s1600-h/IMGP1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoMVDaymI/AAAAAAAAAr0/_uvImNJpv-4/s320/IMGP1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268059487647484514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoWO3LDqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tlikZ8z2QIU/s1600-h/IMGP1419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvoWO3LDqI/AAAAAAAAAr8/tlikZ8z2QIU/s320/IMGP1419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268059657784200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvokC9sL-I/AAAAAAAAAsE/xJbLJUrnMqQ/s1600-h/IMGP1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvokC9sL-I/AAAAAAAAAsE/xJbLJUrnMqQ/s320/IMGP1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268059895108480994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvo4u8bgFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/geMCQ5f_-2E/s1600-h/IMGP1420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvo4u8bgFI/AAAAAAAAAsU/geMCQ5f_-2E/s320/IMGP1420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060250511736914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravind and Anus !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpCJIqktI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WpOYceXotvo/s1600-h/IMGP1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpCJIqktI/AAAAAAAAAsc/WpOYceXotvo/s320/IMGP1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060412161200850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choi May and J-Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpS7B4QnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/QQE8b3jsSvU/s1600-h/IMGP1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpS7B4QnI/AAAAAAAAAsk/QQE8b3jsSvU/s320/IMGP1422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060700432417394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nushka Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpbuiA7GI/AAAAAAAAAss/ejFoiBJajM0/s1600-h/IMGP1423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpbuiA7GI/AAAAAAAAAss/ejFoiBJajM0/s320/IMGP1423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268060851696364642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Soon Chia and Lim Chee Kuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpmKAKgoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/x6kOsbWJ_9Q/s1600-h/IMGP1424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpmKAKgoI/AAAAAAAAAs0/x6kOsbWJ_9Q/s320/IMGP1424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061030869271170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us expect Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpy-jnPUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/t1tuRmFiKxs/s1600-h/IMGP1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvpy-jnPUI/AAAAAAAAAs8/t1tuRmFiKxs/s320/IMGP1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061251135028546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravind and Janus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvp8owjmDI/AAAAAAAAAtE/grhZYw3aAag/s1600-h/IMGP1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvp8owjmDI/AAAAAAAAAtE/grhZYw3aAag/s320/IMGP1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061417082427442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ong Su Ching, Jerry Lim, Pravind and Anus David.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvqJ2OhBZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/faSzNXLxxxc/s1600-h/IMGP1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvqJ2OhBZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/faSzNXLxxxc/s320/IMGP1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268061644036048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvq7YxQZlI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9QMdwcRxoEk/s1600-h/IMGP1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvq7YxQZlI/AAAAAAAAAtU/9QMdwcRxoEk/s320/IMGP1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268062495122155090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Soon Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvw3Plc2EI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cXw3YZTkCiQ/s1600-h/IMGP1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvw3Plc2EI/AAAAAAAAAtc/cXw3YZTkCiQ/s320/IMGP1430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069021007009858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chia, Anus and Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxHQA1QiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/NKVLikGV_zI/s1600-h/IMGP1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxHQA1QiI/AAAAAAAAAtk/NKVLikGV_zI/s320/IMGP1431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069295999762978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ophelia Ong Su Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxSSm9hgI/AAAAAAAAAts/9rrGeM7ljxA/s1600-h/IMGP1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxSSm9hgI/AAAAAAAAAts/9rrGeM7ljxA/s320/IMGP1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069485675120130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan Soon Chia and Nushka Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxcRmvO9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/A_MOAAVRglI/s1600-h/IMGP1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxcRmvO9I/AAAAAAAAAt0/A_MOAAVRglI/s320/IMGP1433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069657204440018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxoJQspHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HOSqk5OuIp4/s1600-h/IMGP1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxoJQspHI/AAAAAAAAAt8/HOSqk5OuIp4/s320/IMGP1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268069861122942066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxzSKJOnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/j-lpZH30axI/s1600-h/IMGP1435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvxzSKJOnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/j-lpZH30axI/s320/IMGP1435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070052489935474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvx-B9fcGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6a40NQlAdg8/s1600-h/IMGP1436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvx-B9fcGI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6a40NQlAdg8/s320/IMGP1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070237120458850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chia and Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvyNnJkbmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/X56-IC6X3bw/s1600-h/IMGP1437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvyNnJkbmI/AAAAAAAAAuU/X56-IC6X3bw/s320/IMGP1437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070504801267298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Anne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvyeiwtpeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/17ZZL7awleg/s1600-h/IMGP1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvyeiwtpeI/AAAAAAAAAuc/17ZZL7awleg/s320/IMGP1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268070795681048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv3UMxTk5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/D73EShTq7Fc/s1600-h/IMGP1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv3UMxTk5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/D73EShTq7Fc/s320/IMGP1440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076115537400722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Chia and his condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv34xPfqvI/AAAAAAAAAus/8yYo9bq5-Fk/s1600-h/IMGP1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv34xPfqvI/AAAAAAAAAus/8yYo9bq5-Fk/s320/IMGP1441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076743802989298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4GNyBh8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/F7XwiHRKJQQ/s1600-h/IMGP1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4GNyBh8I/AAAAAAAAAu0/F7XwiHRKJQQ/s320/IMGP1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268076974802307010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Shawn, Janus and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4QUkSNtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/COcAe4JPnJc/s1600-h/IMGP1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4QUkSNtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/COcAe4JPnJc/s320/IMGP1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268077148422420178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4f_9Vf2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/cHH8CreURLA/s1600-h/IMGP1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4f_9Vf2I/AAAAAAAAAvE/cHH8CreURLA/s320/IMGP1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268077417768255330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4rO7RZzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ENA_V-am2L0/s1600-h/IMGP1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv4rO7RZzI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ENA_V-am2L0/s320/IMGP1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268077610764691250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lim Sin Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5Hdn1EUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NteF-8yJ9NA/s1600-h/IMGP1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5Hdn1EUI/AAAAAAAAAvc/NteF-8yJ9NA/s320/IMGP1451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268078095746011458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pravind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv44lq0AMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BIZPmW6eCTM/s1600-h/IMGP1448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv44lq0AMI/AAAAAAAAAvU/BIZPmW6eCTM/s320/IMGP1448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268077840207970498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry and Janus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5Y0rOApI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3eLfTmQXFbg/s1600-h/IMGP1454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5Y0rOApI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3eLfTmQXFbg/s320/IMGP1454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268078393992020626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5j0RlhUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/1Myg51DWArY/s1600-h/IMGP1456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5j0RlhUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/1Myg51DWArY/s320/IMGP1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268078582863070530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5umgdW9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/7NnBme5rLAc/s1600-h/IMGP1458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv5umgdW9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/7NnBme5rLAc/s320/IMGP1458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268078768145914834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv6SRBxC7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/xfq0vMNLsI4/s1600-h/IMGP1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRv6SRBxC7I/AAAAAAAAAv8/xfq0vMNLsI4/s320/IMGP1462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268079380855327666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Now I remember. I think this is the reward for him doing the James Bond stunt. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I would like to wish Tan Soon Chia a very Happy Birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2416652074300792432?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2416652074300792432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2416652074300792432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2416652074300792432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2416652074300792432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/tan-soon-chia.html' title='Tan Soon Chia.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRvm2Ge4dvI/AAAAAAAAAq8/voREVSkpLlg/s72-c/IMGP1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-7431413319924791230</id><published>2008-11-12T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:26:55.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It never Ends.</title><content type='html'>I feel that we are arguing the things that are the same over and over again. Its always the same. But well I am starting to keep quiet more and more. As I am getting real older and I have to take the burden of the family soon. My dad said to me once. My burden is never your burden. Dont worry. But do I look like I have a choice to choose either its mine or not? I dont think so. Even so I have to take up the burden for my dad since his like . . . ? Har har. Today we argued so much that I decided to go to sleep at the noon as I slept for already like 9 hours? So today I slept like most of the time. I had nothing to do. I had no one to talk to. So I just wasted my time sleeping waitting for tomorrow as my work is gonna start. So we argued argued argued everyday almost about the same thing over and over again. I guess its time I move on and keep quiet and let him say what he wants right? At night we argued too. And then he finally said this to me.. "If it was wasnt me, you will still be in a orphanage's house. " Well.. Its true anyway. So I cant deny it. Just watch me DADDY ! I will strike the world ! IN the future of course. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7431413319924791230?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7431413319924791230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7431413319924791230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7431413319924791230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7431413319924791230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-never-ends.html' title='It never Ends.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4913275494165325504</id><published>2008-11-12T17:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:51:38.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 11 Days Experience.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, on the week of Hari Raya Holidays, I took a trip to Bukit Raja Jaya Jusco to look for any jobs that are available there. So we went to a few days and one of them is FOS. So we left our phone number and name there incase they needed us and they would call us. After a week or two passed. No calls came in. And then just on Depavali Day, FOS called me up and asked me if I wanted to work for their warehouse sale during my exams which started from 30th of October to 10th of November. So yeah, I agreed to work for them and so they said they would call me later for more details. So the day before the work started, they called me to tell me what time work is starting and everything so I was having exams in school so I told them that I wanted to start at 2pm and they agreed for me to start that time. My friend was also working with me this time. So during the 11 days of working with them really taught me a few things that I needed for the next job that I am gonna go to. There were 3 Supervisors which are all girls. One of them is at the age of 21 and already married with a son. Thats suprising but its normal these days right? So one of the supervisors was very strict indeed. She didnt really let us talk or slack during working while they were no customers around. And many of my co-workers who were working there was quite angry and pissed at her for scolding them non stop. So I learned how to fold clothes in a proper manner which I did not know before. Because all the time if I would fold clothes it would be ugly or not nice looking but with this job I finally know how to fold clothes neatly and tidy. And I learned how to do sales of selling clothes to people. Like how to apporoach people or serve customers or find the size and colours that the customers wanted. It was fun I guess? But the DFO company which is under FOS picked a wrong place to do their warehouse sale which is Centro. This is because, Centro is not that of a popular place where everybody goes everytime they needed to shop for somethings. If I was the Manager or someone high in the company. I would do it in Bukit Raja Jusco or even Bukit Tinggi Jusco. It would be better because to my survey that I did. To me. I think that those places would make a better profit than doing it in Centro. Somedays, in Centro. They were nobody coming to buy our clothes and we would have nothing to do and the supervisor would just waste our energy and time folding the clothes that are already folded or put properly. So after a week, the company realised that they did not have enough income so they needed to sack some workers off. The day was Friday and I was walking in Centro to go in for my work and I received a call from Alex, my co-worker and he said to me. Be ready for bad news when you enter work. So I went up to DFO and punched my card and went down for work and the next thing I know is. My friend which is my classmate got fired and Chin Bon and Alex and Faizal got fired too. So now I am having time real lonely. Go to work alone. Eat my breaks alone. Nobody around there to eat with me or no one to even talk to. But it was not so bad after all. The married supervisor came apporoaching me and talked to me quite alot after they were gone. And it was quite okay lar. I made quite a lot of friends there. They are mostly malay dudes but its alright. We live in Malaysia right. We need to be friends with every race if possible. Not being racist or what but its the fact right? Hehe. So work supposed to be ending at 9th but they needed our help to load things up to the lorry and pack the stuffs so we went on the 10th too. And one of the Supervisors that went and helped on the 10th was too proud of himself I would say? The moment I enter I was late by 5 minutes and he started scolding me already saying what time is it now? What time you start work? Why you so late? I just ingored and walked away lar. So that day work ended at 5.30pm? We still get paid on that day because we helped them and we punched our cards. It was okay lar. Loading things up to the lorry was easier than I thought it would be so it was not a problem. I went home and then I finally felt like. The work ended and tomorrow I have no work. What am I gonna do? I was too used to working everyday that I thought of work work work only. No fun at all. So suddenlly my work ended and I was like suprised that I had nothing to do. But I am proceeding to a new job tomorrow which is Thursday I hope? I need to make a few phone calls first. And the pay there is quite good I can say. It is my friend's Dad's work place so I can slack a little bit. Hehe. So lucky. After my work there starts I guess there will be no more time again to blog or facebook or even clean the house. So I need to settle things tonight before I start tomorrow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4913275494165325504?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4913275494165325504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4913275494165325504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4913275494165325504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4913275494165325504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-days-experience.html' title='A 11 Days Experience.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5746261938474722981</id><published>2008-11-08T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:36:39.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday starts.</title><content type='html'>Well. Holiday starts on the 7 of November and yet nothing interesting is going on just that I am just doing and working the same thing everyday over and over again. This is getting boring. No fun during work really sucks alright. And I am getting sicker and sicker day by day. I dont get to see my friends that often with the holidays now. So if I am working alone I guess I wont see any of my friends for 2 months? Might be. Because I am starting to work everyday. And each day which has 12 hours of work in it. Starts at 10.30am ends at 11 or 12 am? Maybe? Maybe not? I am ending my work at FOS at Centro this Sunday and I may work at Bukit Raja Jusco or Bukit Tinggi Aeon on the following Monday. So I guess I dont have the time to even take a break from work? Now I understand how hard is it to get just a little of money for yourself when you ned it most .So spend money wisely people. After work I will just go home and online for a while to check anything interesting and just go to sleep. Or I just watch a movie or one episode of Naruto or Bleach and go to sleep. This experience makes me learn something in life. Which is do a business which makes people work for you and not you work for them. Thats what Sze Guan said and it's true. Now I get it. So I guess I wont be going out so much anymore. Its a good thing anyway. Make me wont spend so much of my money and I can save it for the next time. I might make a decision to work during form 5 for a few months too. Lets see how it goes first. I will miss schooling for sureeeeeeeeeeee during this holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5746261938474722981?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5746261938474722981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5746261938474722981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5746261938474722981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5746261938474722981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/holiday-starts.html' title='Holiday starts.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8628817640139726120</id><published>2008-11-08T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:29:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Depavali !</title><content type='html'>I got my invitation to a Indian house from Preveen the other day at Modern. I forgotten when but he gave me a piece of paper showing where is his house and the invitation while I already know his house. So on that day of Depavali I went over to his house and we had our lunch there. Najib picked me up from Bukit Badak station. And we went to his house. His mum's mutton was great. I think I will go back there after everything is settled down and when I am free from my work to enjoy his mum's mutton but Im scared if his dad takes our his gun and fire me in my asshole. So I got to be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRRsw9Hp4jI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A7fxCvM0J04/s1600-h/DSC02174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRRsw9Hp4jI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A7fxCvM0J04/s320/DSC02174.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265953452599140914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me during Depavali that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the late update but Happy Depavali to all my friends !&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Preveen and Kaviin. I had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8628817640139726120?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8628817640139726120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8628817640139726120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8628817640139726120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8628817640139726120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-depavali.html' title='Happy Depavali !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SRRsw9Hp4jI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A7fxCvM0J04/s72-c/DSC02174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-775396105075184700</id><published>2008-11-08T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:23:49.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of Finals. Day 11.</title><content type='html'>Yayyyyy. Today is the last day of schooling and last day of my finals because form 5 and form 6 is having their examinations so they need our classes so we cant go to school anymore but well. Now I think again. Without schooling it is gonna be very boring. But I dont need to wake up early or go home early for 2 months lar I guess. But I will miss schooling for this 2 months. Thats for sure. We will be only getting our results next year. What a stupid thing to do right. They should did our examinations earlier so we could get our results this year itself and see how is it like. Well today we had our Sejarah paper 1 and Sivik which is just a slack subject. But Sejarah was hard as usual. It was objective and it was about all those Islamic and those olden days which I didnt really read so I could answer and I copied the whole paper and then Sivik was right after that and Sivik was a piece of cake as usual it was an really easy subject but there was one part of subjective which made it hard to do and I didnt answer any of it anyway. So after recess the form 4 had so much freedom that many firecrackers were put on fire and yeap the teachers could not do anything but just watch them do it and hear the sound. They even put it in the class. And I throw one paper to my friends and yeap they fell for it. It was fun.. HEHEHE.. After that I went to work alone again. But today I ate with Gin. It was okay lar. We ate at 4 sekawan. Of course I didnt buy the food there lar. He also didnt lar. I bought from home and he bought bread and a coffee from 4 sekawan. So work ended and I went home with Daddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-775396105075184700?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/775396105075184700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=775396105075184700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/775396105075184700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/775396105075184700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-of-finals-day-11.html' title='Last day of Finals. Day 11.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2786622612034486205</id><published>2008-11-08T00:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:14:18.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 10.</title><content type='html'>It is now day 10 of my whole finals and it is the second last day to finish. And as usual I am so excited for my holidays to comeee after so longgg of schooling. And yeah today was Physics 3 and 1 and also Chemistry 1. Physics was shitty as usual got my Physics paper 2 which is only 10% I think over 100%. I have failed my Physic paper. So exams ended and we went back to my house. I mean Saw and me. So my dad took us to Centro lar. And while I was walking in Centro. Alex called me. My co-worker lar. The one I met at my work place. He said be ready for bad news. So I felt scared at first what happened lar. Why he said that? I thought to myself. I thought I got fired or something so we went in. I went and put my bag as usual and went up to punch my card. And I went down to my work place and I saw Saw walking around with his shirt untuck means I suspect something happened. First word from him was.. I got fired already. Alex and Chin Bon and Faizal got fired too. I called my mum and Im going home. Stupid supervisor he said. So I got to continue working and he got sacked by the supervisor. And yeah now I am only the 16 year old there and I am the youngest of everyone. So bored. That day I didnt talk much to everyone and just folded clothes and clothes. Didnt really have the mood to talk to anyone anyway. I eat also eat alone. Fold also fold alone. Go toilet also alone. So boring know. Well I know I will get used to it anyway. I just feel sad that I am alone working now. The other supervisor said that the problem was there were not enough customers so we had to fire some off and the supervisor picked this people because Saw was dancing during his working hours and Alex and Chin bon was talking all the time during work but Faizal I didnt really get the reason why. But then I saw Faizal later on. I guess this might be the last time I see him. After this I wont see many of my co-workers anymore I guess? Maybe or maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2786622612034486205?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2786622612034486205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2786622612034486205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2786622612034486205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2786622612034486205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals-day-10.html' title='Finals Day 10.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5849399359670711142</id><published>2008-11-08T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:07:43.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 9.</title><content type='html'>So today we had our Biology paper 3 and Biology 1. A Biology Day. And Biology paper 3 was almost the same as Chemistry paper 3 lar. Experiments then have to do a last experiment at the back so it was okay. Then Biology 1 had 50 over questions and yeap. And at the end of the exams after the teacher took our papers and everything. He checked my friend's paper and mine. See whether our answers were the same anot. And yeah our answers were all the same. So har har. Wait next year and see lar. Maybe I will get 0% for my Biology. After that Saw and me then rushed home and took our bathe and lunch then his mum sent us to work. As usual work as normal. Customers just get less and less. Centro is not a place to do business lar seriously. Not many people goes there anyway. So little. Work ended at 9 pm then we all went back home and SLEEP !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5849399359670711142?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5849399359670711142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5849399359670711142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5849399359670711142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5849399359670711142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals-day-9.html' title='Finals Day 9.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4978759922920358512</id><published>2008-11-07T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:01:57.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 8.</title><content type='html'>So the weekend ended with work at Centro then started with my examinations again which was Chemistry paper 3 and EST paper 2. Chemistry paper 3 was kind of hard to me I think ? There was a few experiments and then it had an experiment to write on a blank paper at the back. I manage to do the front part but the back part I didnt really got the time to do it since I was sleeping most of the examination's time. EST 2 was a piece of cake I think? There was only objective questions where we can just circle the answers. The questions were abit hard to understand but I also manage to do it properly. After school, I walked back and took my bathe and ate my lunch then my dad took to me work and Saw was not there yet as he was taking the bus to work on that day because something happened. Something bad lar. Then he reached there around 3 pm lar. The mom also went to Centro to ask me what happened. So nevermind. The day was tiring. And it was the same thing everyday. Nothing interesting happened. I scored a record I guess by not going out at night. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4978759922920358512?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4978759922920358512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4978759922920358512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4978759922920358512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4978759922920358512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals-day-8.html' title='Finals Day 8.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7421712253673488151</id><published>2008-11-04T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:46:20.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 7.</title><content type='html'>It was also last Friday. I really did not have the time to update my blog at these moments. Hehehe. Real sorry alright. So we had our Bahasa Malaysia paper 2 and Mathematics paper 1. Its good that we finish our Mathematics papers in just 2 days. Happy happy ! So Bahasa Malaysia paper 2 was kind of a lot of things to do I think while we had only like 2 hours and a half? So much you know. Bahagian A, B, C, D, E until dunno what lar. So many got novel also.I didnt do the novel but I did all the Tatabahasa and most of the parts lar. So not bad already for me. Hope can get high marks only. Then after recess we had our Mathematics paper 1 which is in objective. So it was easy as we had choices to make lar. So we ended our school at 12.30pm and then both of us then walked back to my house and we took bathe and ate our lunch. My dad took us to Centro for work and this time we had to clean up the mess we did in the place where we kept our goods and everything and put it in a safe place and we had to fold more clothes that has not been folded. And many customers simply just see the clothes and put it at the side. Make it a mess again so we had to fold. We finished our work at 10 pm today because it was a Friday. Fridays and Saturdays our work will be till 10 o clock in the night. And I saw Benson there today. Working at Flavors. Working so late till 2 am. Not bad lar. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7421712253673488151?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7421712253673488151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7421712253673488151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7421712253673488151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7421712253673488151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals-day-7.html' title='Finals Day 7.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5046497550941650861</id><published>2008-11-04T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T22:26:19.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 6.</title><content type='html'>It was last Thursday. I am so lateeeeeeeeee. We had our Mathematics paper 2 and English paper 2. Mathematics paper 2 has alot of calculations till my brain can go loco I tell you. But nevermind. I managed to do everything inside. It was easier than Add Mathematics alot. Easier and easier. And English paper 2 was really easy for me. Then after school, Saw and me straight away went to my house and took our lunch as well as bathe as it was our first day at work at Centro. Saw's mum fetched there and we got down and it was almost 1.30pm and we were a bit late. At first, we did not know where the work was then we walked the whole Centro and decided to ask some people and yeap that was them. So they asked us to go up and fill up the form and get the card first. So we went up to DFO under FOS too. The person there asked us to fill one form then we got one card where we need to punch whenever we go out or come in for work. So we came in for work and the first thing was we need to carry those things to keep clothes one out to the dunno how to say lar. Then after that we have to carry clothes and then fold them one by one. It was really tiring for my leg and back as it was my first day standing for 6 hours continues with just half an hour break. It was not easy. And I met alot of new people such as Taufik they all lar. Funny and nice people. Mostly all malays and I met a new friend who is a B-boy so lucky right. And a basketballer who is gonna play next year maybe againts me. His from High School too. So after that work till around 5 or 6 pm then I went for my break and we ate our food from home and it was kind of great. Having a home made meal at somewhere far from home. Actually its in Klang also lar. Hehehehe. Then went back to work fold clothes again. Then at 9pm the work ended. We closed down the place and then my dad came and pick me up and we went back home and I felt so tired having to wake up at 6 am then sleeping at 12am having only 6 hours sleep. Not bad lar. New experience for me alright ! I will keep on going !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5046497550941650861?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5046497550941650861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5046497550941650861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5046497550941650861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5046497550941650861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/finals-day-6.html' title='Finals Day 6.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8915794915630210910</id><published>2008-11-04T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:38:45.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fury.</title><content type='html'>Last Wednesday. I went to Aeon to watch Fury with Tan Tee Liang the most prevert guy. And then I reached there quite early. So I went to R20 to find Robyn as she was working there for her holidays. And then sat there for 1 hour plus waitting for that ass. He was coming back from college and it was a Wednesday and the movie tickets we cheap so we decided to watch Fury lar. The Thailand show where the girl is a very good Thai fighter. Okay lar. Then around 5pm he reached we bought our tickets which is at 6.45 pm. Then after that ngam ngam Robyn was taking her break with Roy and Win Chai. So we went to Mcdonald and ate their lunch lar. Then talk talk talk eat eat eat then reached 6 pm they had to go back. So Tee Liang and me walked around till 6.30pm then we went in lar. It was quite great you know the movie. The sad part was they had to find money to cure the mother's sickness which is at a very bad state. I felt sad for that girl that she was a mental disorder girl. The story has it good parts and sad parts I guess. Not bad. The girl is a very good fighter indeed. Just like Ong Bak. The other Thailand show where the guy knows Thai boxing and fights with all the bad people. Chun chun chun !!! So after that I forgot where we went already. I think home. Not sure long time ago man. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8915794915630210910?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8915794915630210910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8915794915630210910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8915794915630210910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8915794915630210910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/fury.html' title='Fury.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6908408465516470599</id><published>2008-11-04T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:34:26.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Eye.</title><content type='html'>On last Thursday. If I was not mistaken because I had not much time to login to my blog to blog as usual anymore. I went to Aeon with Chin guan and Saw to find for job and I was like so bored and I asked them wanted to watch Eagle Eye anot. Since the three of us didnt watch the movie yet. We wanted a 4 plus. Around there lar. But Eagle Eye was out a long time ago already. So they had only two times one was at 6 pm and one more dunno when already. So we bought the 6 pm one. Then after that it was only 3pm plus. So we walked around and saw Loo and Chern Yang. So walked around finding jobs. And most of the vacancies in Aeon are already filled up so we didnt get any taking down forms or anything there. So reached 5.45pm we decided to leave them and went to cinema. Eagle Eye was great I can say. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0479471/"&gt;Shia LaBeouf&lt;/a&gt; is a very good actor indeed. He acted in Transformers and Disturbia. Both movies that I liked to watch a few times over and over again. And well his kind of a small size guy I guess? Hehe. So after that around 8.30pm finished the movie we walked out then we went to Chin guan's house by his sister fetching us. Then Loo picked us up and we went to Sino Cafe. Saw Yeow Sheng, Ivan, Chin Yang, Wei Loong and Aaron there playing Dota. So they asked us wanna challenge anot. Well my side I cant really play so I rejected it so nevermind lar. Then we played our own. It was a great game for me. Har har. After that went to mamak for a while then we headed back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6908408465516470599?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6908408465516470599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6908408465516470599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6908408465516470599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6908408465516470599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/11/eagle-eye.html' title='Eagle Eye.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-808860701921790243</id><published>2008-10-29T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T02:18:23.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Alvin Low.</title><content type='html'>- I wonder -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have you wonder -&lt;br /&gt;whats life&lt;br /&gt;or its treating you badly&lt;br /&gt;till some people say; lifes a bitch&lt;br /&gt;or; everyday is karma, you wont know what you ll get&lt;br /&gt;while everyday is like a gift from someone,&lt;br /&gt;not knowing whats inside&lt;br /&gt;everyday is a surprise&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;come and go&lt;br /&gt;wishing we could change back time&lt;br /&gt;have you ever done something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;just one freaking mistake&lt;br /&gt;and their trust for you is gone?&lt;br /&gt;how to gain that back?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know either&lt;br /&gt;how to, when the doors are close&lt;br /&gt;some open while some ignore&lt;br /&gt;yet again, its life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you seem down and for no reason&lt;br /&gt;you keep thinking for no reason&lt;br /&gt;you walk around for no reason&lt;br /&gt;it seems like the world is against you for no reason&lt;br /&gt;and everything with no reason&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;face it or wait till someone saves you?&lt;br /&gt;how bout waiting? and see what you can do.&lt;br /&gt;it ll work -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i was kinda down&lt;br /&gt;a trip to somewhere seems like a cure&lt;br /&gt;a trip by car&lt;br /&gt;a trip by walkin&lt;br /&gt;or anything&lt;br /&gt;i decided on a boat&lt;br /&gt;to no where&lt;br /&gt;to think and ponder alone&lt;br /&gt;all the mistakes you did&lt;br /&gt;and all teh smiles you made and had&lt;br /&gt;which beats what&lt;br /&gt;friends family all come in mind&lt;br /&gt;i wished i could say sorry&lt;br /&gt;i wished i never did that&lt;br /&gt;i wished&lt;br /&gt;and now, this is something,&lt;br /&gt;give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;im sorry&lt;br /&gt;trust me will you?&lt;br /&gt;forgive me if im wrong&lt;br /&gt;but it never came across my mind to do wrong&lt;br /&gt;im hoping to put a smile on that face&lt;br /&gt;asking again forgiveness for my past&lt;br /&gt;i do care and i try&lt;br /&gt;- hmm... what can i do now -&lt;br /&gt;- this post is crap -&lt;br /&gt;- so no use reading -&lt;br /&gt;- lols... cheers all!! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-808860701921790243?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/808860701921790243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=808860701921790243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/808860701921790243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/808860701921790243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-alvin-low_29.html' title='By Alvin Low.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-1454695918460567164</id><published>2008-10-28T01:45:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:27:28.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday !</title><content type='html'>It was Wynesse's birthday today. She asked us to go to Euphoria AKA MOS for her birthday celebration. It was great. All of us went expect some. I wanted my sister to go but nah. She better not go right? So these are all the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjMjmJeHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AmKxMAYq4m8/s1600-h/n677296064_1390855_7708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjMjmJeHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AmKxMAYq4m8/s320/n677296064_1390855_7708.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565231947249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl, and some guy and Khairul's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjjhWOVaI/AAAAAAAAAok/hoQf5Q0RVN8/s1600-h/n677296064_1390856_8056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjjhWOVaI/AAAAAAAAAok/hoQf5Q0RVN8/s320/n677296064_1390856_8056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565626480580002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse and Apek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjambBj3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ZMzuGAvqlk/s1600-h/n677296064_1390858_8729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjambBj3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/4ZMzuGAvqlk/s320/n677296064_1390858_8729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565473224068978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse and Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjqWva83I/AAAAAAAAAos/D5vxgEnbABI/s1600-h/n677296064_1390859_9041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjqWva83I/AAAAAAAAAos/D5vxgEnbABI/s320/n677296064_1390859_9041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565743892558706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse and Khairul's sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjwY72EXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HgcoaxthGjM/s1600-h/n677296064_1390863_7392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjwY72EXI/AAAAAAAAAo0/HgcoaxthGjM/s320/n677296064_1390863_7392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565847560753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul and Wynesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhj29_-a3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/YQBZMLU6-xY/s1600-h/n677296064_1390864_7739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhj29_-a3I/AAAAAAAAAo8/YQBZMLU6-xY/s320/n677296064_1390864_7739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262565960589405042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, Wynesse and U-Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhj_Z3IiBI/AAAAAAAAApE/WeRauDS6s-w/s1600-h/n677296064_1390865_8092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhj_Z3IiBI/AAAAAAAAApE/WeRauDS6s-w/s320/n677296064_1390865_8092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566105507465234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse Ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkFLPPMtI/AAAAAAAAApM/16Wco_DU3Us/s1600-h/n677296064_1390866_8460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkFLPPMtI/AAAAAAAAApM/16Wco_DU3Us/s320/n677296064_1390866_8460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566204661248722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse, Khairul's sister and U-Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkOARKAyI/AAAAAAAAApU/nUkilIcF_IQ/s1600-h/n677296064_1390867_8839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkOARKAyI/AAAAAAAAApU/nUkilIcF_IQ/s320/n677296064_1390867_8839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566356335330082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse and U-Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkU57bDSI/AAAAAAAAApc/tSkaZLTEmIk/s1600-h/n677296064_1390913_2097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkU57bDSI/AAAAAAAAApc/tSkaZLTEmIk/s320/n677296064_1390913_2097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566474892643618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wynesse and her Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkbY-4OyI/AAAAAAAAApk/1fYxO3-sWZw/s1600-h/n677296064_1390965_6909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkbY-4OyI/AAAAAAAAApk/1fYxO3-sWZw/s320/n677296064_1390965_6909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566586307853090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul's sister, Unknown guy and Wynesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkjEqr8II/AAAAAAAAAps/feu-5uPEzoc/s1600-h/n677296064_1390966_7698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhkjEqr8II/AAAAAAAAAps/feu-5uPEzoc/s320/n677296064_1390966_7698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262566718293405826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul, Taufik, Roy, Wynesse and U-Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhlQK2WoEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3oYEAqoquAY/s1600-h/DSCN1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhlQK2WoEI/AAAAAAAAAp0/3oYEAqoquAY/s320/DSCN1039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567493047066690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Mae and Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhlmgEjxEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ho1jmsUucu8/s1600-h/DSCN1053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhlmgEjxEI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ho1jmsUucu8/s320/DSCN1053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262567876700914754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhmBNkToZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/zV1gKyVMsMk/s1600-h/DSCN1067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhmBNkToZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/zV1gKyVMsMk/s320/DSCN1067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262568335590269330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8kbMgqfFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6CJ6mSx-vic/s1600-h/DSCN1048+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8kbMgqfFI/AAAAAAAAAqM/6CJ6mSx-vic/s320/DSCN1048+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466539052694610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U-Mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8k8v99KBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9_odFizKOGk/s1600-h/DSCN1082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8k8v99KBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/9_odFizKOGk/s320/DSCN1082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264467115506477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8lvMVKjzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hT7TtxVM4lI/s1600-h/DSCN1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQ8lvMVKjzI/AAAAAAAAAqk/hT7TtxVM4lI/s320/DSCN1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264467982113476402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had alot of fun that night. Thank you Khairul. Thank you Wynesse. Thank you Apek and everyone for making my night. Thanks and thanks for everything. I hope that you all enjoyed the birthday too. Lastly, Happy Birthday Wynesse Ang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-1454695918460567164?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1454695918460567164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=1454695918460567164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/1454695918460567164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/1454695918460567164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SQhjMjmJeHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/AmKxMAYq4m8/s72-c/n677296064_1390855_7708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-4754959165588330693</id><published>2008-10-28T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:44:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Release stress.</title><content type='html'>Went out at 2 pm. And then went to esso at 6pm. Talked shit with Jey Sern. Then went over to Snooker Centre at 7pm till 9pm. Went over to Jey Sern's house for a bathe. Then we headed out. Meet up with the rest and went in. And then we went in. Had a few drinks and saw Eng Seong there too. Well said hi and all. Then the Boon Loi and his group came joined us. We knew so many of the people. The indians and chinese from other tables gave one bottle of Livas with half bottle to us and one more bottle of different thing to us. Well. Jey Sern and William ordered Graveyard. Guess what. Something happened. I am not gonna say it out. Hehe. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4754959165588330693?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4754959165588330693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4754959165588330693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4754959165588330693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4754959165588330693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/release-stress.html' title='Release stress.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6011626382242377291</id><published>2008-10-28T01:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:39:45.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 5.</title><content type='html'>Okay I came back late again. Around 2 am yesterday. So I slept late again. So I woke up dizzy again. Today we ad our Add Maths 2 and EST 1. Guess what. Add Maths just finish in 2 days. I am so happy but yet so worried about failling. Okay lar. I dont have B OR C. Just pass can already lar. Please please. The paper was very HARD alright. Paper 2 was like so little questions. Yet filled with hardness. Then after recess we had EST paper 1. Which had a filling of empty spaces and another filling but need to change the words. Cant use the same words from the text and one report to do. About 3 countries. And we had to pick one and compare it in an report like that. Not bad lar. I did a draft then rewrite it. That made me didnt have enough time to do my second part. So I didnt do quite alot of questions. Nevermind. I will score in paper 2. At least 90%. Hehe. So something happened during EST paper 1. Not bad lar. She just let us go like that. What to do. Hainanese with hainanese. Easy what. Hehe. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6011626382242377291?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6011626382242377291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6011626382242377291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6011626382242377291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6011626382242377291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-day-5.html' title='Finals Day 5.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7258492743945855691</id><published>2008-10-28T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T01:29:00.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 4.</title><content type='html'>Today got up from bed was quite hard. When I dont have enough sleep. I usually have quite a bad mood in school but well. Today is exams so yeah. Had our Pendidikan moral and Add Maths today. It was quite okay. Not that bad. Pendidikan Moral was with all those tell me why they must use this nilai for this people. And what is the nilai for this people. All same only. But what to do. I didnt study Moral. So I dunno how to do the question. So I told my friend do it fast and then pass your test paper here. So he did. So I wrote down some only. I only did Moral paper for half an hour and the other 2 hours was sleeping. Didnt have enough sleep lar. So just sleep only lar. Then go recess came back then I had my Add Maths paper 1. Okay that paper was very HARD lar. I open the first page only. I straight close and go to sleep for 2 hours again. The last half an hour only I started to ask papers from my friends to give me some answers. You know how hard anot? Just paper 1 only not even paper 2 yet. Paper 2 will be full with calculation and stuffs. I am worry about Add Maths now. I never even pass Add Maths once in all my form 4 year. Next year I must improve my Add Maths. Even how hard it is. I dont wanna drop it. But if I am forced to I have to lar. Of course right? Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7258492743945855691?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7258492743945855691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7258492743945855691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7258492743945855691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7258492743945855691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-day-4.html' title='Finals Day 4.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-951977321491995273</id><published>2008-10-26T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:34:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Payne.</title><content type='html'>At night. On Wednesday. I went out with Tee liang and Wei ter for a movie at aeon. We first went to Giant first. To get their stuffs and all. Then we went over to aeon and bought Max Payne's tickets. It was at 11.20pm. And we were at there around 10.20pm. So we had 1 hour to waste. So.. we walked around. Saw Yilin there and few of my friends there. Then walk again. Walk walk walk then crap crap crap till 11.10pm. Then only went into the cinema. It was quite okay okay only lar. The story line was quite normal. Tee liang and me was thinking that the movie is gonna be about Max Payne's devil fightting againts other devils. He gonna shoot the devil lar this lar that lar. But it didnt turn out that way. And Max Payne is now the strongest so he got the Angel soilders. Not bad ah. And he didnt die in the end I guess? So the story continues. He is so lucky right. Cant even die even how many shoots was shot at him. Still standing. Powderfulllll !!!! Hehehehehe. After that went to esso mamak. Eat a while then reached home about 2am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-951977321491995273?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/951977321491995273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=951977321491995273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/951977321491995273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/951977321491995273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/max-payne.html' title='Max Payne.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5281508553424113197</id><published>2008-10-26T15:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:31:13.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 3.</title><content type='html'>Today we had our Sejarah 2 and Physics 2. Sejarah 2 was first. I finished all the subjective questions but I did not do the essay properly. So I guess I will just get enough marks just not to fail ? It is all depending on Sejarah 1 now. Lets hope hope hope that I can do my Paper 1. Hehehehe. Then after recess we had our Physics 2. Once we open the paper. First paper we see straight away we put our paper one side and sleep a while. Cant get any answers until around 30 minutes left. My friends finally got answers from my other classmates so he passed it to me. Luckily lar. I did some of the questions. If not I think I confirm fail already. Still got Physics 1 and 3. So if I manage to do that 2 more papers well. Then I am alright already I guess. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5281508553424113197?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5281508553424113197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5281508553424113197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5281508553424113197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5281508553424113197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-day-3.html' title='Finals Day 3.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8218501511039455106</id><published>2008-10-21T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:45:11.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 2.</title><content type='html'>Today we had our Biology 2 and English 1. Biology 2 was the first paper. Open the question paper. It was HARDDDDD. But well, look to the left and the right and you got your answers. The essay part I didnt even do at all. So empty. Maybe just one question that is number 9 A. Har har. Only can get 2 or 3 marks. But the subjective part I did everything. So lets hope all the answers are right and it will go smoothly and get a B or not fail. Still got Biology 1 and 3 I think. Hehe. After recess we had our English 1. Quite simple. Just two essay. One essay was about the importance of newspapers in our life. So I wrote about outlook on someone, blah blah, etc etc. And then the second one was your choice. There were 5 questions. One of them were smoking. So I chose smoking. Write write write bad effects of smoking. Etc etc. Done. In like 1 hour plus. So after that did abit of noise. Teacher stare stare at me. Then I smile back at him. Then he smile back. Then I look away. Look at him. He is still looking at me. So I smile again. Then he smile again. Then he came at the back of me. Then I stood up straight. Then he pulled my hair. Then I smiled at him. Then he walked away. Har har. The end. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8218501511039455106?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8218501511039455106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8218501511039455106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8218501511039455106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8218501511039455106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-day-2.html' title='Finals Day 2.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7345008536983351290</id><published>2008-10-20T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:39:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Second Chance.</title><content type='html'>Everybody deserves a second chance or even a third chance from someone who they did wrong to. Not to say third but a second chance is already hard to get. From my experience. I see that even how much we say sorry or find forgiveness from the specific person. Still we wont get a second chance. No matter how hard we try to get it from them. It never comes to us. Once you get a chance. Use it well. And do it well. Never waste a chance given to you that easily. Because a chance given to you is a rare thing to get. So I always put this in my mind. If I ever get a second chance from my friends. I will learn from my mistakes that I did to them in the past and never repeat it again in the future when I am with them again. Never and never. Because once you do it again. You might even regret that you did it and wasted the chance given to you. My two friends. Fought a long time ago. Till now they are not even talking to each other. I think that my friends should give each other a peace of a talk and forgive each other and try out see if they can still be good friends anot? But nope. They refused and now they are not even hanging out with each other. Not just them but it affects the people around them dont you think? By becoming two sides. It makes the other people all have to choose a side to stand and the other side will refuse to mix with the other side. Its kind of sad you know being like this. Seperated and not together. But well. I dont care because I am leaving anyway. To my point of view. If anybody would say sorry to me I would give them a second chance because I know that everybody can change. Its never too late to change or its never too late to apologize. But I realise that sometimes it is just too late to apologize to somebody? Or even how much you tried to do things just to get forgiveness or change yourself to be a better person just to be worthy for that person still you doesnt get a second chance. We cant say that its unfair. Its our fault for doing the mistake. If we didnt do the mistake. Nothing will happen right? Like I said before everything you do has its good and bad out of it. So whatever you are having. Treasure it with all your mights and try not to let go so easily. Because someone that is very special to you is very find to be found. Like my friend now. His having his nice time with his girlfriend. I hope that they will last long and I hope that I know what he is doing and treasure his girl for a long long time. A second chance. I wish I had one. But I could not got one. So I always try to do things without making any mistakes if I could but its impossible. Because I didnt live long enough to experience all the things. I am still young and learning from the world. So I just have to be patience and just try to avoid doing mistakes while that learn about the world more. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7345008536983351290?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7345008536983351290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7345008536983351290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7345008536983351290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7345008536983351290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-chance.html' title='A Second Chance.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2948215474907537244</id><published>2008-10-20T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:25:53.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Day 1.</title><content type='html'>My PMR holidays just ended and my finals exam for form 4 just started today. Today we had Bahasa Melayu 2 and Chemistry 2. Bahasa Melayu was quite simple. It was 2hours and 15mins long. I thought we had novel but actually novel was in paper 1. Today was paper 2. So first question was. Write a karangan based on the pictures they gave. About kesan-kesan pembangunan di negara kita. It was quite simple so I wrote about pencermaran, then the suhu in our bumi increase and pendatang asing came over to work then our people here dont have jobs. And crime in our country increases which makes other people scared to come to visit our country. It was about 400 words long? And then the second question was pick 1 karangan between the 5 questions. I pick the fourth one. About a misi bantuan to somewhere that just had bencana alam. So I wrote about Japan having earth quake. But I was out of points so I think I wrote about 300 only while they wanted 350 words. I wished the first karangan was the second one which needed 350. The first karangan just needed 200-250 words only. So short. But I wrote so long. I hope thats the best I did for my paper 2. Hope hope to get an A2 at least. But never a C. Then after recess had Chemistry paper 2. Really no time to eat and go toilet. Chemistry paper had so many those molecules and what atom atom what equation. I dont get it at all. So guess what? I turned around and throw papers and get them back and wrote them down. You got what I meant right? Hehe. So I did more than half of the paper I guess. So its alright already. Now it depends on my paper 1 now. Lets hope hope I pass. I just wanna pass. I dont wanna fail any of my subjects. Hope hope hope. Tomorrow I am having English paper 2 and Biology paper 2. I am worried about biology but not english. But I am scared of the novel part or the poem part of the English paper. I hope I do well tomorrow. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2948215474907537244?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2948215474907537244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2948215474907537244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2948215474907537244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2948215474907537244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals-day-1.html' title='Finals Day 1.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6972635066218559609</id><published>2008-10-20T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:25:42.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 and a half.</title><content type='html'>Everything that comes never comes that easy. Everything we want comes hard in our hand. We have to work real hard for it before it really comes to our hand. But sometimes no matter how hard we work we still get the bad results and dissapointment. Nothing is certain or sure in our lives. Anything can happen anytime and anywhere just split seconds. But this 4 and a half thingy. I am so gonna make it into a 5 thingy. Just wait and see. 22nd November here I come. You wanna see me? I will do it for you. Dont worry. I wont dissapoint you guys. I will make sure I am worthy enough to be there. I will work hard for it. Because I know if I want good things in my life I have to work hard for it. None of my things comes in free or easy. Everything I have to work hard for it. Without a work hard I wont get it into my arms. I will make sure that I get this one right and into my hand. I will be the real me. Like how you wanted it to be. I will be myself like how you said it to me. I dont mind what you say now because I know you are just saying it for my own good and wanting me to get all those. You guys are alright with me and willingly to accept me. Yes thats a big chance for me and I wont put it to a waste and into the drain. I admire you alot and I wont let you down since after you two spoken. You are so excited about it. Since you are excited I guess you really want me to be a part of it. I will create my own me. I will be my own me. I wont be other people but me. Myself my own self. Thanks for telling me that. And thanks for giving me a chance to do so. Because this is really special to me and it is a big thing to me. I never got this in my life before. It is very new to me and very nice indeed. I want it and I really love you guys and I will work hard for it. Thanks and sorry for the past. Thanks for saying past is the past. Now its a new start. You just wait. 22nd November. I shall show you and make myself worthy so that I will be apart of you guys. I admire you guys alot and I really mean it. From the start till the end. But I never had a chance. And now I have the chance and I wont screw it up. Its really big to me. I am shy to talk to you and scared to get scolding but I will get my guts up and be myself and be tough and strong and talk to you like a younger brother. So dont worry. Just wait for me. I have one month and that one month is a special time to me. And I will make use of it very well. Thanks and thanks and thanks. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6972635066218559609?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6972635066218559609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6972635066218559609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6972635066218559609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6972635066218559609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/4-and-half.html' title='4 and a half.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-3980575698627673962</id><published>2008-10-20T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:54:04.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals.</title><content type='html'>Finals are just tomorrow. Saturday and Sunday are just plain weekends without any fun activities. Eat and sleep. Watch and sleep. Write and sleep. Nothing else. Tomorrow Finals are starting and in the middle there is a break. Depavali break. Which makes the finals last longer. Which I hate more. Har har. Well. Finals end on the 6th of November. In the holiday of Depavali I will have alot of things to do. I actually have alot of things to do but just could not find the time to do it. So I will do it slowly by slowly tomorrow because during my finals period. I wont even step out of the house. So I have nothing to worry about being busy. So good luck to me tomorrow. I am having BM and Chemistry 2 tomorrow. 2 and a half hours for both of the subjects. PMR just ended. So J-shawn has alot of time to spend while I have to stay at home and nerd and go for exams. But well. What to do this is exam period. Just bear with it for a little while more and the next thing is you are already in the holidays and having fun and starting to work for money. I seriously need to find for a job during the holidays. And I will do it during the finals. Guess I am getting busy again. I wanna start work straight away on the 7th of November. I have not much time left. Only two months to work to get a couple of hundred of ringgit. Well it is good enough for me if I spend it wisely and keep some. Life is getting tough as we get older. So I got to be tough and keep on going as I said before Life goes on even how tough it is. So I have to just bear with it and go on with it till the end. I am not giving up ! And I am pushing myself to my limit. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3980575698627673962?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3980575698627673962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3980575698627673962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3980575698627673962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3980575698627673962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finals.html' title='Finals.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2956628385501770159</id><published>2008-10-19T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:24:52.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One day.</title><content type='html'>When people get too egoish. They intend to talk more than they should have spoken. In the end, they might regret what they said to the person that they are angry at or wanna show that they are tough. There are alot of benefits and good things about being quiet at times you know. Because you might not know what that person do but you just simply saying that they are bad and they do bad things. But when you know the truth when you left the earth. You regret because you didnt get to chance to get forgiveness for what you said to that person. Everything comes to the last minute. Everything comes to the last seconds that you take the last oxygen in your lungs. You will flashback about your life and about your past. It happened to me alot of times already. He always say that I outside do alot of bad things and if he knows about it. Its gonna be real bad. But well. He wont know because I wont mention a word to him. But he saw me doing something once already. And well. Everytime I come back I will get lecturing from him like kao lat. What can I do is just wait till I grow up alright. I am only sixteen. I cant say anything because he wont listen to me since he still thinks that I am still a small kid. When I really achieve something really big then only he will look up to me and trust in me. He said he lost his trust in me already. So I guess that he wont be trusting me for a long time till I am older. But lets wait. One day when I am at my peak. He will realise what he said to me before it was all wrong. I was actually doing something that I am getting benefit. I always do things to get benefit. I wont do things that I dont get benefit. And alot of people say why I do this why I do that. Actually do you all know why? And said that I do this I am very bad. Think first. I do all those for a reason. Like one of my friend said. She said to me everything happens for a reason. And nothing happens for no reasons. If you done something wrong of course there are effects of it right? Everything you do has it's ending and everything you start to do has it's beginning. Everything does. So just becareful of what you are doing alright. Just beware of your back. Everything you do you have to watch for yourself and not anybody else. One day when I achieve somethings that are highly good. They will realise. And he will realise ! That I am who and What am I ! One day. I will work myself to that one day. That one day ! Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2956628385501770159?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2956628385501770159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2956628385501770159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2956628385501770159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2956628385501770159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-day.html' title='The One day.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7288181849232824054</id><published>2008-10-19T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:36:53.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people say that my blog is emotional and ended up asking me. Why is your blog so emotional? By the way, is that even your problem? This is my page. This is my link. This is my blog. And I have the rights to blog what I want to. I blog based on what I think and what I have experienced and experience from other people and what I heard from my friends. Is there a problem with you having to say about my blog? If you wanna say it so much. You dont need to say it to me because I dont have the ears to hear what you are saying. I dont really care what you say or what you think about my blog because I am comfortable with what I am blogging and I am comfortable with what I am saying and it is my rights. And I am comfortable with myself and its okay. Because I am just being myself. But if that is not good enough for you? You can just get the hell lost. Because I dont give a damn if you dont like it or like me because I am me and I wanna be what I want because this is the way I am and this is the way I am borned. And do not curse about other people's attitude are because that is how they grow up. People like you have nice people around you and now you wanna talk about other people? Think about yourself before thinking about other people okay? I try my best to just keep quiet so do you. If you like to talk about other people so much. You are welcomed. But never try to advise or tell me what am I wrong at. Because you are no one to me. You are not my special close friend or sister or even brother. So you can just get your ass off and tell your close friends about it. I dont care what they think. One day they will know me and when they know me. They will think what you said again. I am me and I am myself. Never judge its book by its cover. Always try to get to know that person. Why is he like that. Why is she like that. Why his emotional. Actually I am not. Just this is me. This is the way I think. If you wanna talk bad about it means you are talking bad about how God created me. The way I are is the way I are. You got a problem with it? You can just get your ass off my blog. If you are not happy? Come and find me I dont mind. You are nobody and you cant even lay your little fingers on me. If you wanna influce people so badly and make them hate me. So be it. You are totally WELCOMED. Because to what I think is. I am happy with who I have now. And I am happy with what I got with me. So what they wanna think doesnt matter to me. It only matters to you. I have my true loyal honest friends with me so I dont really give a care about you. If you wanna kick me out from your life? You are so welcomed to do it. Thats your waste. Not mine. Sometimes its good to just keep your mouth shut. The way I are. The way I love it to be. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7288181849232824054?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7288181849232824054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7288181849232824054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7288181849232824054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7288181849232824054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-people-say-that-my-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6609259703039844610</id><published>2008-10-19T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:28:28.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Life.</title><content type='html'>Everything in our lives, has it ups and downs. But one thing for sure is Life goes on even how bad it is. How ashame you get. How poor you get. How hurt you get. Still life goes on how it will be. Unless if you are dead but if someone leaves you or someone is gone or even someone left the earth. Still our life will go on. Like how people say. Even bad things fall. Life still goes on. We continue living everyday hoping for the best. We continue living everyday with our family. No matter what happens. If someone you love so much leaves you. You still have to move on from your past and get on with your life. When you see the person. Your heart twists and then you will think about the time you had with the person. And how happy you got and how sad you got and how cheerful he or she made you. All my friends told me. Everytime they see the person again. They will get flashbacks of that person that they spent time with. Everybody has past. Everybody has a future. We know the past but we do not know the future. The past always helps me to not fall again. But sometimes the past really do hurt right? Some people's past are just not that good. Some people's past are so great. However good or bad. Our lives still goes on right? So what we must do is just continue living on and on everyday hoping that we will be happy and things will be great and not fall once again. We can always try not to let it fall and be happy. Because we learned from our mistakes from the past. Like how one of my friend said to me. Since you had already experience it. No use looking back but look forward and repair yourself. Repair your mistakes so that you wont repeat it the next time in your future. Yeap I do agree. But sometimes, without realising we intend to do the mistake again right? Like what I said before. People fall when they have what they worked hard and wanted for so long. People get careless when they are happy. I have experience that alot of times before. Alot and alot till I am bored of it. Flashbacks can really kill at times. It makes you remember how was it and makes you feel uncomfortable and your heart feels a little pain in it. And then you will feel so lifeless that you just wanna stay home and do nothing but just staring at one spot for the next few hours? Some people say that the other people is always emotional. But have that people think about theirselves? I guess not. Judging people and telling other people about it. Well I cant say anything but one day they will realise their mistake and regret it. We are all young now. Sixteen only. Still young compared to those oldies. We are very young if you wanna say you are old. Go ahead. But you are still young. Now you are so brat and you can say anything you want. Wait till you grow older. There is always good things about being keeping quiet. Now I agree with what my friend said to me. Keeping quiet about other people has it use. But you know human nature. They just cant keep quiet. But to tell it out. Let them be. One day. Just wait for that one day. Everytime when something bad happen to us. We always should try to put this in our mind. What about those other people who doesnt have a nice life like us? They dont even have a family to live with. To feel the feelings called Love. Or even Care. Or they dont have nice food to eat like us. Or they dont get to go to school but they want it so badly. Or they dont get to go places that we get to go. Always think that we are lucky with our lives and what we are having. We always waste things without realising about the poor people. Like me I do waste alot of things that I didnt realise what was I doing. I need to learn more about people. About the world. About the nature. I must learn more. There is alot more to learn about the world and the human beings living in it. Alot and alot. I must listen and experience. Life goes on no matter where you are and how you are. So live life happily so that you dont waste your time and when you are on the bed about to die. You regret that you didnt do what you was suppose to do when you are still alive. And the next thing is you are at HELL ! Joking. Hehe. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6609259703039844610?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6609259703039844610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6609259703039844610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6609259703039844610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6609259703039844610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/nasty-life.html' title='Nasty Life.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8725275815365974933</id><published>2008-10-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:13:07.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a job.</title><content type='html'>During the holidays. On Thursday. I went over to Old Jusco. That is at Bukit Raja to find a part time job for my holidays. I went to 4 shops that I actually enter and asked them for a vacancy. And well as usual they asked me and my friend to put down our name, ic number and phone number. We entered Polo Haus, FOS, Voir Gallery and Royal Sport. At Royal Sport, they asked us to write down our details on a form. But to their expressions and reaction. I dont think that they will call us up again. So I gave up on that shop. To the other shops. I think we are just too young to work there? I dunno yet. So just wait for the phone call to come. If it doesnt comes. I will just work for Uncle I guess. His pay is quite good and I like the working hours. Start at 8am and end at 6pm. If you wanna work extra. You will have extra pay. Not bad huh? So if I have no options I will just work there. And if I work there. There is shelter provided. I mean not under hot sun. So its good ! And the Uncle is friendly and very kind and very sporting. So its all cool. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8725275815365974933?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8725275815365974933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8725275815365974933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8725275815365974933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8725275815365974933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-job.html' title='Finding a job.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6156267549495023761</id><published>2008-10-18T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:10:19.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Questions.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by Soon Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 19 questions. Then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)What is it that bothers you the most?&lt;br /&gt;Doing something which brings no benefit. Or not using any efforts to get anything in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;I like to dance or kill time by hanging out with my buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)What is your ultimate wish?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be someone that is successful in almost every aspect and make my Daddy very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Is there someone in your heart right now?&lt;br /&gt;Of course I do. Because everyone does. Right? When you think you don't have one actually you have one but you are trying to hide it from yourself and everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you believe you can survive without Money?&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Life now everything is connected to money. Without money you cant get food you cant get water. Without those you will never survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Are you afraid of pain?&lt;br /&gt;At first you will be. After for a while you wont be and you wont be afraid of death. It is just another path of another life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like blogging and watching movies and listening to songs and eat my lunch and study. But I am just plain lazy. I also wanna clean the whole house and get ready for exams but I am plain lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)If there's someone that you love, would you confess to him or her?&lt;br /&gt;If only I see the chances there and If she wants me back. If not just get the hell lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;1.Thin.&lt;br /&gt;2.Sohai.&lt;br /&gt;3.Botak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Whats your 5 most passionate thing at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and sisters, my close friends, someone in my heart, my dad and my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;br /&gt;By her character and also by the way she talk to me or another people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Fried rice !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;Happy. Because if you had money and you dont have happiness. Its no use right? No one to enjoy and be happy with the money you got but you alone in this world. I rather be poor and be happy with all my buddies beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;My emotionalness. At times I turn emotional too much that it hurts other people. I realise thats one of my bad side so I wanna change myself in that point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Will you ever leave your blog to die?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Someday when I am old and I have no more interest to blog and let it be history in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)What is the one thing you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. My&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)If you only can bring one thing along with you to another world, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Watching movies with friends or chit chat with friends?&lt;br /&gt;Watching movies rather than chit chatting because between the time you watch the movies you still talk to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)What will you do if you had only 24 hours to live?&lt;br /&gt;Do what I am supposed to do during all my life time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Im tagging:&lt;br /&gt;Janus David.&lt;br /&gt;Fxy.&lt;br /&gt;Willis.&lt;br /&gt;Hemanathan.&lt;br /&gt;Yao Chang.&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ming.&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6156267549495023761?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6156267549495023761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6156267549495023761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6156267549495023761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6156267549495023761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/19-questions.html' title='19 Questions.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6538110964663410891</id><published>2008-10-13T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:18:08.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a Hang over.</title><content type='html'>Woke up around 2 pm today. Had heavy headaches and backaches. And a burning stomach and a burning chest. I guess I over drank. It is the effect of drinking so much. Stupid Tee Liang pouring so much in my cup. Three bottles. Rofl. So had lunch with my friend's mom. I overnight their place last night after the event. Then spend a little time with them like went to the salon shop waited for them to cut hair and all. Sorry I did not go to futsal with you all. Sorry sorry. I will make it up to you all after finals. I promise. Hehe. So after that went shopping for furnitures for their new apartment that they just moved in. Then went back to the apartment. Ordered Pizza Hut delivery. Had dinner and I called my dad to pick me up. And packed my stuffs and head home. And cleaned up everything and wrote my letter. So it is almost done. Or I can say half done. I dunno how am I gonna give it to her. Hmm. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6538110964663410891?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6538110964663410891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6538110964663410891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6538110964663410891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6538110964663410891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/almost-hang-over.html' title='Almost a Hang over.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5837602355523177971</id><published>2008-10-13T02:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:09:42.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar !</title><content type='html'>The day started with me having dinner with Su Ching, Jerry and J-Shawn. Its been a while pals. Hehe. After that I rushed to modern to have a business talk with my pals. Then went over to the other side to see some business pictures then after that I didnt plan all those but suddenlly I had to go to my friend's apartment to have a swim there. But it rained. Chong Ming Tze followed me everywhere that day. Rofl. Then lepak in his apartment kacau-ed Chong a lot of times. Then the rain stopped and we ran down and have a swim. After that we went up back. And bathed and went out with my friend's mum for dinner. Chong was being horny and all. Dunno transfering what shit into his phone for hours. Even reached his house. He dont wanna get down but to transfer it over. Then after that went back to the apartment and waited for another friend to come pick us up. Around 10 o clock. He came and we went up there. Drank and drank and drank. Met up with some people. Once again. Happy Birthday to Khaiful Fazreen. And drank and drank and tani tani tani again. And guess what. I see everywhere so bright. I hear sounds so nicely. I move so lightly. And the next thing I know is I am you know la. So went back to the apartment. Stomach was burning all the wayyyyy. Then had real heavy headaches. Middle of the night woke up and felt like vomitting but nothing came out and went back to sleep. It was a great night ! Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5837602355523177971?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5837602355523177971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5837602355523177971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5837602355523177971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5837602355523177971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/bar.html' title='Bar !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2039327489196037549</id><published>2008-10-11T01:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:22:37.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F T Z</title><content type='html'>Today was my first time going to FTZ. I went with Afiq and his friends. Not bad ah the people there. So many people playing dota only. Har har. And I got to playyyyy ! Quite nice la the computers. Quite fast and smooth. No lagging or slowness in the computers. In the evening supposed to go for football after modern but well. It rained so we just played kicking around, juggling and then dancing a little bit. PMR is on its way. Good luck J-Shawn. Like I taught you what to take after PMR okay? Do it well. Do it nice. And do it smooth. Hehe. Tomorrow I have things to dooo. So many things to do yet I cant spend the time to do it. So I shall put the time to do those things now. Good luck to Penny for her final examinations. Dota has a new version today. First time playing it. Got new items. Got new two heroes I think? All the matches surely got the new hero come out one. Super imba. Super hard. So keng. Hard to play yet nice to play yet won. But still lost badly. Wanna cry. Wanna kill. Wanna eat. Till thennnn. Not forgetting. Happy birthday to Khairul Fazreen ! Hope you enjoy your day today because its your day !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2039327489196037549?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2039327489196037549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2039327489196037549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2039327489196037549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2039327489196037549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/f-t-z.html' title='F T Z'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6697151025285493544</id><published>2008-10-09T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:45:31.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I really have to move out soon? I wonder. . . . I guess if I am forced to move out I really have to find a place to stay. But how to find my own money to buy food. . . . I guess if I am forced to I have to find a job to work while schooling. But the place I am staying I cant stay till when I am 18. People's people mind you know. We must also think about how people feel. I wonder. . . . I have to then move from place to place to stay maybe? End of this year get out and next year January come back? I wonder. . . . Can I really do that? Har har. Things are getting more and more complicated. I must think of a way to put those things away. Even how bad is something. . . You still have to bear with it to the end right? You cant just give away your life like that. Now I understand why people run away from home all the time. Now I know that I should say about them so much. Its really hard for them I guess. Those Pressure. Those sounds they get everyday in their ear. Those beatings and whackings. Those scars after getting beatings on their body. It is really bad isnt it ? Now I know how it all happened. We cant blame anyone for our life. We cant. Like what my friend said. If your life is screwed up its all because of you not anyone because you are the first person to decide where to go who to mix with. What to do. Like smoking, join gangterism or doing bad stuffs. Trust from a parent is very hard to get and maybe we should not try to lose it? Once you lose it. We wont really get anything anymore. Hmm. I only can write everything here because I am always alone all the time. Online have alot of people but the people that I am close with are always not around so I guess I have to do is just write and write and write on my blog. That day I just know one girl in Station one. Her name was May. I thought she was at least 18 or 19 or even 20. But then when I asked her and I know that she was only sixteen. And she was from Setapak not from Klang. I guess she ran away from her parents? I guess she stopped schooling? She said that she stopped schooling and dont wanna go back to school. What about SPM? What about the cert? I know some people said that it is not important but to me it is like a basic to college. If next time she wants to find a job to work. Can she find any job to do? I wonder. That is why I try so hard not to miss school or even not go to school. I try my very best just to go to school on that day. But I skip classes most of the time. I want to get my SPM cert at least. I dont wanna give up on my schooling years. I might not even go to college to study anymore due to my father's problems that I have to carry when I am 18. Its so hard its so hard. But even how hard it is. You must stand up for yourself to bear with all those and try to take care of everything right. So I must stand up for myself too so that I dont fall. But sometimes it is really lonely being standing up for yourself. At times when these type of things happen you dont really have anyone to talk to unless you are with them. They are your friends in the first place. Like how my friend told me. They cant be there 24/7 for you. They are friends which are really close but they have their exams to study for. Work to work for. Things to do for. You cant just trouble them or take their time just to tell your problems right? Ex girlfriends or boyfriends are just the past not the present or future anymore. But I always put them as present. I dunno why I still cant put them in the past. I want to put them back. When you waste someone's time. You are killing his time as it said in the Bible. You are wasting his life time. Wonder those time when you talk to them they can do things which bring effort to them not just wasting it just like that. Am I right? I think so that way. So all the time I just try to keep it to myself. And keeping it myself and not able to tell it out really hurts know. Sometimes you think nobody cares but actually nobody knows how you feel because you put it all inside rather than showing it out. That is why they didnt really ask. But I rather put on a happy smile than puting a sour face showing them that I am sad so that they wont worry so much and they can do their things without thinking about me. Like how Afiq said. When you are down. Think about those who are unlucky. Like those wants to study but didnt get a chance to. Those who doesnt have homes. Those who doesnt have food to eat. Or enough food to eat. Or water. Anything. We are just lucky but we are so sad that we didnt think about other people but just us. So I wanna be happy with what I got now. Just be happy while I can. Because you dunno when you gonna leave earth. So just smile and be happy before you leave everybody...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6697151025285493544?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6697151025285493544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6697151025285493544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6697151025285493544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6697151025285493544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/do-i-really-have-to-move-out-soon-i.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5208337196705623236</id><published>2008-10-09T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:49:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kavin is stupid.</title><content type='html'>I didnt plan to go out with them until I was sleeping on Wednesday. At 3pm something.. I receives a call. Ring ring ring. Low low low low low. Whose number is this I said to myself. Then I answer. Hello. Eh ass ! Where are you? Wanna go out anot? I answered. Whose this? Kavin la macha ! Ohhhhh.. Okay la you come pick me up. Firstly they came to my house made a lot of noises then went to The Store. They wanted to buy a Xbox game that is Fifa 2009. So The Store dont have the game then we went over to Bukit Raja Jusco. Dont have too. Then went over to Klang Parade. Dont have too. But they bought shitty games like Tiger Woods and TopSpin 3. But when we went to Tommy's house. We played TopSpin. It was about 6 in the evening already. Play Play play. Not bad ah. Reached 9 o clock. Play play play. Reach 12 o clock. Not bad ah. Keep on playing till 3am like that. Then we changed to Tiger Woods. Play play play. Not bad ah dey !! Lucky we bought these games. Play play till 5.15am. Kavin went home and sleep. Then Tommy and me watched Imagination Land by South Park. Tommy feel asleep then I turned off the tv and went to bed. Woke up at random time. Saw Tommy was gone. Dont give a damn and went back to sleep. Woke up at 2 in the noon. Ate lunch. And played Topspin 3 again. Till around 6 in the evening then had some things to eat then went up and firstly I watched Ninja Turtle the cartoon one. Then changed to Kingdom of Heaven then decided to watch Devil something forgot already. After that played Euro 2008. Before that had dinner with Tommy's mom, Tommy and Xin Xin. Then 9 o clock Kavin came and went back home. I played with Xin Xin for the whole damn day. She never gets tired or anything. Keeps on smilling and running jumpping. I was like when is she gonna stop and sit down with me when when when. But damn.. Her cheeks was so hard that it was not fats but bones ! And she is really cute. And she calls me Randy Kor kor and said I love you. Har har. Lucky shits. While we were eating at Bukit Raja's Jusco at KFC. This Kavin talked big and all about something and guess what. He knocked down a box of tissue and the whole KFC looked at us like nobody's business. And he just walked away like nobody's business not picking it up back. We laughed like shit looking at the wall. Maybe thats the effect of talking big huh Kavin? Stupid ! Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5208337196705623236?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5208337196705623236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5208337196705623236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5208337196705623236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5208337196705623236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/kavin-is-stupid.html' title='Kavin is stupid.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5878703263451743543</id><published>2008-10-09T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:14:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Fyx !</title><content type='html'>We sometimes take for granted the people that we value so much because we know they will never leave us. And when they did u'll realize that you wished that you should value them every second when you are with them.(By Fyx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I kind of agree with what fixx said to me 2 days ago when I told him about it. It happened to me also. I took someone for granted because I thought that that someone wont leave me but when it did. I didnt believe it at first. Then after that I thought that I should treasure the times I had with that someone but its too late already. What fixx said is very true. I agree totally. Sometimes we humans always take things for granted when it is all there for us. When we feel so happy or so secure, we intend to fall and sometimes people change. I heard of incidents where when people get what they wanted for a long time that they worked hard. They intend to change how they behave or even care for that someone or something. They intend to change and be more careless. When they are careless and changed, they wont do things that they usually do when they are still not changed and being careless. Which makes the other person feels quite hurted maybe? Thats what I hear always. And that may make us lose something very precious in our life. And when we lose the precious thing in our life. We will regret so much that we wished that we could turn back time to the first place where it all happened so that you could undo what you had done wrong so that you will not lose that something precious to you. But in life once you done it. Its it. You cant change it. You will have to face all the regrets if you done it wrong. So when you are making a choice to do something. Think it well. And after thinking it twice or thrice. Do it properly and nicely and try not to screw it up. When you screw it up. If you are given one more chance then you are lucky. But chances in life are very rare to find or get. So whenever you get a chance to do back something to the right spot. Do it properly and dont screw it up again. Everybody wished to have a second chance to do back what they had did wrong. But how many chances that they really get to do it? I dont think that many people have much chance to do what they had done wrong. Like how my friends told me about how they screwed up their life or their studies and they really wanna study well and pass exams so that they could get a better job. They always tell me not to screw up mine and do it well. Like how they always tell me to study at all times. They are right. And I dont wanna regret my decisions but in life even you try how hard to not regret your decisions. One day you will regret it too. So what you can do is just try to be the best and be ready to get regrets. Its the only way that can save your damn ass. Exams is on 20th of October. And they are finals. Pretty important. So I gonna study next week. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5878703263451743543?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5878703263451743543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5878703263451743543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5878703263451743543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5878703263451743543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-fyx.html' title='By Fyx !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8063900011633278066</id><published>2008-10-08T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T00:36:59.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the Ayer !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped school today. Slept till 2 pm. It was raining almost the 4 hours and it was so nice to sleep. Daddy was pissed to let me skipped school. So weird. And when I went out to modern in the noon. Everywhere was flooded with water. Scary yet nice. Then went back and got my hair cut and I look like a kid once again. And I look gong again. Gong gong tai. A boring Tuesday. Tomorrow is already Wednesday. I have a friend selling any kind of dogs cheaper. So if any of you all wants a dog please do contact me. If you dont have my contact number please ask from me in my blog. Its really cheap from 4k they only sell 1.8k and its really cute. They have all kinds of dog. If you want one please do contact me. Thanks for your cooperation. Is myspace really nice? I dunno how to use it. Its all about tomorrow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8063900011633278066?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8063900011633278066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8063900011633278066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8063900011633278066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8063900011633278066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-ayer-skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-466855190897080382</id><published>2008-10-07T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:29:48.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By Alvin Low.</title><content type='html'>HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever………&lt;br /&gt;- lost something and it seems very important to you&lt;br /&gt;o I have, but it seems that you have to cope it with it, losing something, gain something in future&lt;br /&gt;- Wished you were dead and everyone could live better?&lt;br /&gt;o I have, but somehow, aren’t you being selfish? Live on with it, tomorrow may be a better day&lt;br /&gt;- Get scolding or diu for something which isn’t you fault but seem like your fault?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, I took it as it came, forgive and forget as they say, it’ll die down soon&lt;br /&gt;- Think that forgive and forget is easy to say, but did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;o I didn’t but somehow it’ll die down on its own, no point anger for something which wastes your time&lt;br /&gt;- Wished that someone was dead because you hated that someone so much?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, and someone is gone now&lt;br /&gt;- Wished for something nice but it didn’t come true, but you wished something nasty it did?&lt;br /&gt;o I had, but never stop dreaming, it might come true, as they say; be careful of what you wished for, you might get it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever…………&lt;br /&gt;- Loved someone badly but they turn you down?&lt;br /&gt;o I had, stand up and go on&lt;br /&gt;- Wished you could turn back in time to say the three words again?&lt;br /&gt;o I had, but sadly you cant turn back time, appreciate now&lt;br /&gt;- Hurt someone so badly, till you yourself feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, I tried and will try to ask for forgiveness, being friends are much better than enemies&lt;br /&gt;- Someone hurt you so bad that you wanna smack that person hard and hate that someone?&lt;br /&gt;o I had&lt;br /&gt;- Someone rejects you after long time of hard work?&lt;br /&gt;o I had, but what to do? Its their decision, respect it&lt;br /&gt;- Wished you could be with someone?&lt;br /&gt;o I do&lt;br /&gt;- Wished you could be with someone again?&lt;br /&gt;o I hoped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever……….&lt;br /&gt;- Wished you were richer?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, but its your hard work now that pays off in future&lt;br /&gt;- Had extra money to spend?&lt;br /&gt;o Stop spending&lt;br /&gt;- Hated your parents so much that you said you hated them or want them to be gone?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, but in life, they nourished you for years, provide shelter over your head, food on the table, given you money in your account. Love them and tell them before you realized it’s just too late.&lt;br /&gt;- Got into an accident which you hoped that it never happens?&lt;br /&gt;o Its all fated, work with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever……….&lt;br /&gt;- Had an enemy or nemesis back in younger days, high school or now?&lt;br /&gt;o I did, like I’ve mentioned, friends are better than enemies.&lt;br /&gt;- Been alone?&lt;br /&gt;o It sucks I know&lt;br /&gt;- Looked happy on the outside but on the inside you’re not?&lt;br /&gt;o Others don’t want to see you unhappy, what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;- Had this situation where, you have tons (600+) ahem… of friends in FB and tons (500+) ahem…. of friends in MSN or many social friends, but somehow no one seems to cares when you’re alone. When you need someone to turn to, no one’s there. Someone to share something, but it’s all in vain? Even when you put that you needed help on you PM?&lt;br /&gt;o I had, yet its life, we live we fall, maybe everyone’s busy, everyone have their life to take care of, be a man, do the right thing. Everything comes and go, you can’t expect everyone to be there asking you 24/7 how are you? Ok not? And sorts… but happily I have friends who do care. And I’ proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It’s all about have you ever…&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever do your part to change your own life? Or do something bout it?&lt;br /&gt;- Have you ever will always be there, its how you shape it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-466855190897080382?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/466855190897080382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=466855190897080382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/466855190897080382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/466855190897080382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-alvin-low.html' title='By Alvin Low.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2431271373811898002</id><published>2008-10-06T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:33:10.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues.</title><content type='html'>Everybody has their own issues in their hands everyday. Everything keeps on popping out suddenly or sometimes randomly at times. Or even all at once. I feel that my problems are starting to pop out once again and Im feeling that I am getting screwed up soon. And I need to change the fact that I am screwing up my life. I have only one more year left and I am all on my own that time. I have to do alot of things to support my dad and also myself and also my other brothers and sisters. I must think about what am I gonna do now. My biggest exam is next year and thats important for me because I dont think I am going any further after that. So I need to get good results next year. It is very important for me. Time management for me is a very imporant thing. Time will tell. Time is everything. Once time pass it wont return. Time is golden. Slowly by slowly you use time to train your stuffs and after some time without realising you can do all those stuffs well. Time is very important to us. We can do anything in those time and we wont grow younger but older which makes us cant do some things when we are old. Some things are meant to do when you are young but not old. I feel like moving out for a while now. Maybe 1 week ? Or 1 month ? Just to take a break by myself. I know I cant afford it and I cant support myself but well it is worth a try. People always say. If you dont try. You wont know what is coming next. Right? So I am gonna try everything that I find interest. Its all free. Like dancing, singing, acting or even what la. Its all free. Its see that how hardworking you are seeing that you wanna do it with your full heart anot. So I wanna try what I find interesting in my life. Everything is worth a shot. Once you miss. Dont regret. I regret alot in my life and now I am still doing things Im regretting. Regret is a very dangerous word. A dangerous feeling. I better beware of regretness. Once you done it there are alot of effects coming out. And if you done something wrong or wrong decision you will truly feel the regretness in yourself. These months I hardly spoken to my dad anymore. Its like we dont even talk when we go out. We just walk and we just eat and we just go back home. What is home? What is family? What is love? I hope I will know what is it all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2431271373811898002?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2431271373811898002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2431271373811898002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2431271373811898002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2431271373811898002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/issues.html' title='Issues.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8830528300308175706</id><published>2008-10-06T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:41:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Life.</title><content type='html'>Now I know what they all said to me when they said that Without it Life would be a very boring thing to live in. The it means the rejections, the blames, the scolding, the anger, the hatred and of course they lectures. And also happiness, friends, brothers, sisters, family and so on. If our life would be everyday happy would we learn anything from it? I dont think so. We always do mistakes and we learn it up and then we pick it back and then we continue with life without doing the mistakes the second time. If all your friends were the same. We wont find laughters or fun in mixing with them too. People are all different from different worlds, different lines, different culture and also different religions. We all have our own world. We all have our own thinking. We all have our own way of living our lifes. We all have rejections, broken hearts, hurted hearts and also pressured heart. We get those rejections so that we can know what we are capable of. We get those broken hearts so that we will know what we should have not done or what you have done wrong. Everybody has regrets like me. I do regret for what i done 5 weeks ago. That same night. But what can I do about it ? I have to be happy with what I have like my friend told me I have a lucky life. Yes I agree with him that is why Im living my life happy now. I dont wanna trouble my friends for what had happened. I wanna put on a smile for them. Acted like nothing had happened. Even how sad am I. I will try to hide it inside not showing any bit. Life is a very short. The years and time passes so fast without us realising. We do things without us realising the time passing by. So if you were sad in those times. When you finally lie on the bed on the edge of your life time. And then you think about your past. About your primary school, your high school, your college life, your love life, your buddies and your history. By that time you cant do anything to change it back. In life, once you have done it accept it. No turning back. Like those people in gangterism. They have no way to turn back. Once joined means forever inside. Its the same in life. Once you done it. You have to face the effects and what is happening. Like me. I done alot of things that I should not have done and now Im having the effects in my heart but Im always happy all the time. Today my friend told me. Your face like shit. I asked why. He said you look so sad. Then I say do I? He said yeap. And I was like hmm. What he said was true. I was more quiet nowadays. I dont go hyper active all the time. But well. I will soon go hyper active. Trust me. After End year exams. I will do it all back together. But well somethings are just meant to be that way and nothing can be done anymore. I always put this in mind. Give people a second chance. Forgive and forget and learn. Everybody has thier own problems. Everybody has thier own troubles. But if you think it over. Its actually nothing if you didnt do it in the first place. Like me. I cant turn back now. Im already sixteen. I have to know what is next. What is coming soon. What I have to do in the future so that I can plan my future well. My big exam is next year. Alot of people said that it is not important but yeah it is to me. I only have that for my future. I wish I can go further but well I cant be greedy. I have what I have thats enough. I am still a raw kid with no knowledge of anything. I am still a brat. I dunno whats outside in the world. I dunno what is love in the first place but I still took it and get together. Maybe now I know I dunno anything about relationships or anything. I should have understand it first before taking it up. I am sixteen now. I have start knowing these things. People said that sixteen is a young age. But without realising you turned 20 then 21 then 22. But you thought that your sixteen year was just yesterday. Its like so fast until you cant even catch up with time. I cant blame anybody for anything. I cant blame anything for anybody. Its all about yourself. You done it means its you. Nobody else. Everybody was created and borned different. Everybody has different faces and different shapes and body or even size. Everybody has thier own speality. We should just treasure what we have until its gone. I read something the other day. And it was pretty touching. My friend's girlfriend sent him that that day. The last they said. Love someone before its all gone. I know this phrase comes out alot and some people do follow what is says and many dont. But if it really happen how? I wonder now. Maybe I wont even live till Im old. I went for a church camp last year if Im not mistaken. The fellow there said if you die tomorrow how? If you are no more here tomorrow how? All you have planned all you have lived for its all gone just one second. Now. I think I will just live for tomorrow. Not the past. Not the months that is gonna come. Not the years that is gonna come. Because maybe I wont live till that long. Its all about tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. Think how much fun you gonna have tomorrow. Think what you gonna do to make you learn something tomorrow. Its all about tomorrow. Anything can happen tomorrow ! So think positively and think about tomorrow ! I must start thinking what am I gonna do starting tomorrow. Balance out everything. My dad made some noises tonight but well I didnt answered him back. I just tell myself. Be patience. Let him talk and let it out all he want. Its him. Not me. You cant just judge people by its cover or just by a look without talking to him or her. So just ingore and think about tomorrow. Think what is gonna happen. Be ready for tomorrow. Be positive but not negative ! Positive ! Yes positive. I have who I want by my side maybe not all but I cant be greedy right? I will love everybody I have before they are gone from my hands before they are gone from this world or earth ! I will. I might post the thingy up soon. If I can get it from my friend. Its just all about tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8830528300308175706?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8830528300308175706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8830528300308175706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8830528300308175706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8830528300308175706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-is-life.html' title='It is Life.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8382281551464476357</id><published>2008-10-06T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:18:21.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of holiday of Bulan Raya.</title><content type='html'>I had a week of school holiday because of the celebration of the malay festival called Hari Raya. And luckily I found something interesting to do at least than staying at home and thinking the whole day and wasting my time. So I went to Aeon on Monday and guess what they allowed me to work in Levis for that week. So I went there to work the whole week and now Im back home getting ready for school tomorrow. The experience there was awesome. It was something new for me to learn in my life. I learned how they sold things in Levis and how they cut and then they put back the original piece of the Levis on the jeans. And I had a new experience of talking to random people and different words came out and I spent quality time with all the staffs there the whole day. Had meals with them. Had some talking with them. And this made me understand more and more about who are they and how are they. I found out that they are pretty not bad? One malay guy which is Firdaus. At first I didnt really talk to him. Just hi and bye at random times when I went there. But now he seems very talkative and very noisy at times. Called me Badut Sarkas la and what Mr Bean. He said that I looked like Mr Bean. Then I made friends with one guy which is working upstairs in the shop called R20. He only talks mandarin with me so I talked more mandarin nowadays. Some customers was pretty friendly and some talked to me in mandarin, malay, hokkien, canto and very little of english. Now I know how to talk to customers in a shop selling clothes and how to find the size and how to ask them what is this what is that.  Well. It was a great experience for me. It was not that boring also. It was kind of fun. Then on Saturday I went to Bamboo for the night and came back around 6 and slept till 1 and just went to work again. It was tiring but yet a nice thing for me to know how it feels like the tiredness if you dont sleep properly before you go to work. I didnt hang out much with my friends or study for exams which is coming in 2 weeks. If I fail I will just blame myself for not doing what I should have done 2 weeks ago. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8382281551464476357?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8382281551464476357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8382281551464476357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8382281551464476357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8382281551464476357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/week-of-holiday-of-bulan-raya.html' title='A week of holiday of Bulan Raya.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5561216662485726046</id><published>2008-10-03T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:24:42.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Anus.</title><content type='html'>1)Name?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Randy Swee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Brothers?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Sisters?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Maybe 9 or 10 or maybe 8 not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Height?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Not sure too. Around 177?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Taste sweet. Taste good. Then its all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Have you been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:When I was young with my Mom. Now no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Swam in the ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Maybe. Maybe not. Forgot already. Been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Fall asleep in school?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Everybody do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Fell off a chair?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Sat by the phone waiting for someone to call?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Pretty Often. Just waiting to talk like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)Saved e-mails?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:One or two because I dont check mails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)What does your room look like?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Plain and simple white walls. And nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Hot sausage. I mean spicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Ever had chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Sore throat?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Yeap ? The one I hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)Stitches?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)What is right next to you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Wall and a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Do you believe in love at 1st sight?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Anything can happen. We dunno whats next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Not here but somewhere else colder and nicer sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Tan Tee Liang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)Last to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Everybody that was around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Today did you talked to someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Nope? I never been talking to her for a long long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:I am fat means I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:Of course. Those people who are really special to me that meant something in my life. Of course they can hurt me because they are my treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:I am very quiet most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;Answer:If I put my mind straight and not think about the negative things I am so so the confident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Tag 4 people.&lt;br /&gt;1.Elaine Lee.&lt;br /&gt;2.Tommy Seow.&lt;br /&gt;3.Penny Ng? But she wont do it.&lt;br /&gt;4.Random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5561216662485726046?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5561216662485726046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5561216662485726046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5561216662485726046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5561216662485726046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-by-anus.html' title='Tagged by Anus.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6395128500093728364</id><published>2008-09-29T13:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:17:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 day.</title><content type='html'>On Friday something bad happened in the noon and I went to Bamboo at night. And I slept in the car after that for only 2 hours and went back home to take a shower and then without any rest headed out to Aeon for a movie Painted Skin. Then after that dressed up in the car and then headed to Sunway Pyramid to meet up with Kimberly and the rest. U-Mae and jie was already in Euphoria. So we entered and had fun. I went there with William, Janus and Sze Guan then meet up with the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBsYl8tbnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/djYDW4ukW2w/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBsYl8tbnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/djYDW4ukW2w/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251316335273406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janus and me outside Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBzP_gODkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/znRw032YX6Y/s1600-h/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBzP_gODkI/AAAAAAAAAm8/znRw032YX6Y/s320/DSC00030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251323884095802946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janus's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBze1JiagI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Pl65l7iSPe0/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBze1JiagI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Pl65l7iSPe0/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251324139014351362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBzpFi_cfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TEID4FS2yCU/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBzpFi_cfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/TEID4FS2yCU/s320/DSC00035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251324315214770674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjum0N071I/AAAAAAAAAns/bHLcmrlKqdA/s1600-h/DSCN0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjum0N071I/AAAAAAAAAns/bHLcmrlKqdA/s320/DSCN0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253711315946762066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjvLWFrRKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/G_a4QlYMpWw/s1600-h/DSCN0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjvLWFrRKI/AAAAAAAAAn0/G_a4QlYMpWw/s320/DSCN0591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253711943514670242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot hot panas panas sweaty sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjvvl43YII/AAAAAAAAAn8/HWm2yWpvI90/s1600-h/DSCN0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjvvl43YII/AAAAAAAAAn8/HWm2yWpvI90/s320/DSCN0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253712566231195778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Gurl !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjwDqUo4yI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Zr_xnrdg9EM/s1600-h/DSCN0587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOjwDqUo4yI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Zr_xnrdg9EM/s320/DSCN0587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253712911018812194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not lastly I wanna wish Happy Birthday to my jie and my other rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBz7iQ2JRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aWRblPACYLM/s1600-h/1_497550384l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBz7iQ2JRI/AAAAAAAAAnU/aWRblPACYLM/s320/1_497550384l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251324632160937234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jie ! Hope you enjoyed the night the other day. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOB0OOkrByI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QL8QWiNRucQ/s1600-h/1_195716166l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOB0OOkrByI/AAAAAAAAAnc/QL8QWiNRucQ/s320/1_195716166l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251324953292900130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Eevon which is on the 28th of September. The girl on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOB0XlD3N7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/xn8hZCxSdl4/s1600-h/1_966419596l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOB0XlD3N7I/AAAAAAAAAnk/xn8hZCxSdl4/s320/1_966419596l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251325113948125106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to Lainey Lee which is on 29th of September which is today. Hope you are enjoying your day and time right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6395128500093728364?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6395128500093728364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6395128500093728364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6395128500093728364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6395128500093728364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/2-day.html' title='A 2 day.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SOBsYl8tbnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/djYDW4ukW2w/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-8803074179007044723</id><published>2008-09-26T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:27:14.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>By Lainey Lee Guem Guem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any tag, it comes with a set of rules. In this case, the rule are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;-State 15 weird things/habits/little known facts of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-The 10 people I tag are to then to follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;-No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I love caps and collect them slowly to keep as my collections during my life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I got a small pillow to hug whenever I sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I always pang sai after I go for a mamak session I think? Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.I always am a gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I am a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.When Im bored, I used to surf the same pages over and over again for 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.I have headaches if I smell something strong or hear music loud for a long time or bright lights are on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I am fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.I like biting straws at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.I love my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.I love to collect things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I suck at taking pictures with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.I feel shy meeting people the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.I do whatever I want or like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.I rot at home all the time. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag:&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8803074179007044723?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8803074179007044723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8803074179007044723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8803074179007044723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8803074179007044723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8516480104340131677</id><published>2008-09-25T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:11:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catacombs.</title><content type='html'>Today watched a movie called Catacombs. Before that was choosing either to watch Catacombs or MammaMia. Did I spell it correct? I dunno. So we choosed Catacombs. The title looked great. They said on the poster what ah.. Below the city of lights, Exist a world of darkness. So I thought that it would be a great show. The main actor a girl gone to Paris because the sister asked her to go. Then they went shopping then at night they went for a party underground the cities of Paris. The underground cave was made out of skeleton heads and the ground is also made out of that. So by the title I thought that the show is gonna be a horror show so I was ready to close my eyes anytime if anything appeared out suddenlly. So the shows go on. The cave was quite scary and then well they said about Anti-Christ and then they trained a child to be the devil I think? By making him go loco. So the show is about this girl been chased by this loco so called Anti-Christ and I thought that it was real. Manatau in the end of the show. The actors inside just said that it was a prank what blah blah blah. That they used on everybody that is new to this thing. So the main actor the girl who been running around the tunnels underground killed her sister and all her friends. Then she walked out to the cities covering with blood and everybody looking at her and went into a taxi and told the taxi driver to go to the airport so she can go back to her home town and then the story ends. I was like har?? What kind of movie is this. The creature looks so scary and real mana tau it was just a prank. So so so sien. But it was scary la with a guy like me cant watch horror movies. Har har. But it was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry to Beatrice Chin Yuen Xin that i didnt wished her in time ! I was too busy all the time nowadays. So sorry ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SNu39GzrTyI/AAAAAAAAAms/LZHFrNOW3fU/s1600-h/1_195567345l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SNu39GzrTyI/AAAAAAAAAms/LZHFrNOW3fU/s320/1_195567345l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249992051057708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go way back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8516480104340131677?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8516480104340131677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8516480104340131677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8516480104340131677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8516480104340131677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/catacombs.html' title='Catacombs.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SNu39GzrTyI/AAAAAAAAAms/LZHFrNOW3fU/s72-c/1_195567345l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-5692781568110707788</id><published>2008-09-25T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:41:28.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that I didnt not know and found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I found out some stuffs that happened. At first I didnt expect it to be that way until that day i heard about it. I didnt know that it can be like that. I thought those kind of things wont happen but now I know that it really does happens. Those things that were talked to me made me a little heated up but I put my mind together and thought to myself properly. Why should i be bothered? It is just them not me. My part was not out and thiers are. If they wanna think it that way what can I do? They wanna change minds towards me what can I do right? Its just that way. I mean I dont do anything. I tried to do but somethings you just cant do it right? I just learned that somethings are just not meant to be done. Sometimes I should just let it go but I still dont give up easily on going for it. I kept my mouth shut all the time like how we made the promise that time. But guess what? The other side did not keep the promise and now I know why those eyes are on me. Now I know what exactly happened. I wanna thank you the person who told me. You know who you are. And I wont mention a single name out here so dont worry. Its okay. No one will know because after what I heard I still keep my mouth shut. I was furious at first but then later on I got a call and those words really made me chilled down I guess? What is said is what is said. Let them judge. But all the people I know, knows exactly what is it. So I dont need to worry about them. Those others are just small flyes around so why do I wanna be bothered? Let them be. Let them do what they want. Let them think what they want. Let them say what they want. All I care is what I have to take care and what do I have in my possesion now. Its mine and Im happy with what I have. I treasure what I really have now. I dont want anything more or complain about anything because this is all I have. I dont need to be greedy to want more from what Im having. Its okay already. I will let it rest in peace. It doesnt really bother me now because I can finally look overall. 1 more year left and everything goes to a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend spoke to me the other day. And I can say his words were right.&lt;br /&gt;I have shelter,&lt;br /&gt;I have food,&lt;br /&gt;I have drink,&lt;br /&gt;what do I want more?&lt;br /&gt;I can be happy with what I have,&lt;br /&gt;without expecting anything more,&lt;br /&gt;Im okay with what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think about the past.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think whats gonna happen next week.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think whats gonna happen next month.&lt;br /&gt;Do not think whats gonna happen next year.&lt;br /&gt;Just think that how much enjoyment and fun are you going through the next day of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that what he says is true and kept me focusing now more. I can say that Im not fully healed but so what? I have my Daddy around. I have my close friends around. Let them say what they want. Let them judge what they want. I have my own family now and nobody is gonna stop me from doing anything. I treasure them because I dont wanna lose another family again. Its my family now and they love and take care of me. They accepted for who am I and accepted me for what am I and willing to love me with a open heart. What more do I want from that? I know that I dont understand the meaning of love from the beginning of my life. But Im trying my best to learn and understand what is love all about. Im inmature and raw now. Im just taking small steps understanding everything about family slowly without rushing but a slow and steady pace. Im happy with what I have now. And I just be myself and be the best of me all the time. And that should do the work and Im gonna start working hard from now onwards because soon everything is gonna be putted on me. Just everything so I must be ready by that time. I got the time. I got the stuffs. I can do it. Im not giving up now. I cant turn back now. So Im heading forward and forward towards my goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5692781568110707788?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5692781568110707788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5692781568110707788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5692781568110707788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5692781568110707788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-i-didnt-not-know-and-found.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4270265819570482475</id><published>2008-09-22T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:14:28.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Monday and its a schooling day. And today when i was ready to start over again. Something just have to pull me down again right? Everybody was not there when i needed them at my major time. I keep on telling myself not to be pulled down not to be pulled down. I dont wanna get pulled down now. The way you talk just pulls me down all the way to the same spot. What the hell is wrong with you. Sometimes i do think to myself do you even think about other people at first? There is no sense of care or thinking if you is it. Sure a little of brains can already right. I hope i wont get pulled down at this time. Its almost going to bed and im getting pulled down? I must be positive now positive positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4270265819570482475?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4270265819570482475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4270265819570482475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4270265819570482475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4270265819570482475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-twice.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7415081677512796354</id><published>2008-09-21T16:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:45:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Treasure something before you lose them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone told me 3 weeks back. People dont know how to treasure something until they lose them from thier hands. I finally realize that what she said is true. 3 weeks back she told me that once a person made her mind they wont turn back. Maybe now im finally trust and believe what she said. Its getting different day by day. Some days i had hopes. Some days i had nothing. Some days i really lose it all. Its so confusing. Until yesterday. I got everything up together. Once again. When i get all these things. It will be always a Sunday. A boring Sunday when nobody is around me for the whole day. No one to talk to. No one to care for. No one to even have fun with. Its so quiet here. Maybe it will rain and make the water sounded like they were dancing. But if not its all quiet. And time on Sundays passes really slow i realize. When i want time to pass fast, it passes real slow. When i want time to pass slow it passes real fast. Its always the opposite you know. All these days i realze alot of things that i did not knew yet. We dont always get what we want and we dont always get it in our way. I also learned that relationships are something hard to handle? A little bit they would just let it go. Hmm. I just dont get but i came to a conclusion that is Never to fall in love but just fool around. Yes. I realize at this age we should do that more but not get too serious. Someone im really sad for and i hope that she will be happy once again. Like i said to her. Its time to wake up and improve yourself. But am i really doing it when i tell other people to ? Like what my other friend told me. You may tell people to do that do this. But you will never listen to your own advise. Thats quite true ? I always tell my dad to be more positive thinking but i myself is a negative thinker ? I dont think too much of a positive things but more into negative thoughts ? I also learned that I am a person that has a hard time accepting things when it is bad. I take a very very very long time to overcome it i guess? I dunno am i strong or am i weak. But all i know is im a sissy. I dont like the pain. But maybe this is my pay back for what i did for not treasuring properly when i had the chance to ? One of my classmate always tell me that he believes in karma. Come to think of it. Karma might be a true thing after all. Whatever you do now. Reflects you in the future or in the present. Or am i just avoiding the fact that i am not good enough and lose it all ? Maybe i should stop avoiding it now. Its kind of hard to keep your feelings to yourself i think ? Stand alone in this world and keeping everything inside you not letting anybody know. I realize its not easy as it was. Like they always said. Everybody needs a close friend or loved ones beside them. To talk to. To care for. To have fun with. To be happy with. To go around with. A person that is always there for you. Maybe in this world. There is no such thing living alone? Everybody needs someone in the end after all. In this world living alone maybe you cant survive by yourself ? Maybe? Maybe not? There are alot of maybes and maybe not. Know or dont know in this world now. Everytime i want it to be how it used to be but something is just different. Maybe now she is not there all the time anymore ? Said to be im always here for you. But maybe i alone noticed that you have left some behind after all ? Or maybe you are just being there for a pathetic person like me ? I dunno what you are thinking. I dunno thats why i dare not say i just think and always with the maybes. Or maybe you just really dont give a damn anymore ? I always wonder with myself before going to sleep on my bed looking at the ceilling with the lights off thinking over and over again. Think about how it used to be. How we talked. How we met. I always thought of it over and over again. And i can say that i miss those moments but maybe its too late already? I went to my friend's friend's blog and i saw her title was It is never too late to apologize, just start with a Sorry. Is that true? In this world most of the time sorries just cant settle anything anymore. Like those gang fights. You say sorry but you still get beaten up in the end. Maybe its really too late and i cant do anything to save it anymore? I always thought i can do something do anything to change the situation. But maybe in the end i thought to myself that i cant do anything at all ? Its like you have given up on me. You dont hope to give me a second chance to redeem myself so that i can make you happy once again. The way you talk is like its not you anymore. Will it make a difference if i would just walk out of your life now? I wonder that alot. Do you really give a care about it. Many many people tell me just to forget about it and they are there for me. But sometimes do you know how old you are even you are fourteen. When you love someone so much that it can kill you and also effect the people around you ? I believe it can. If just you can put some faith in me again i would show you that everything can be repaired to the way it was. And i can be happy. There are so many If's. But those if's are rarely to happen. Miracles doesnt happen just like that in this world anymore. I rarely see miracles anymore. Its like its all gone to the drains then to the river and to the sea and to far far away. Few days ago you said differently and now you said things differently too ? Are you serious or what ? You can just change so fast huh ? Maybe falling in love in this age really makes someone go crazy. Maybe its better just to fool around then having a serious relationship ? If you wanna have a serious relationship then dont love so much but love one or two quaters only. I now know this. I might as well believe it too i guess. You might say nothing's changed but do you realise you just dont talk to me the way you are last time ? Everytime you just walk away from the conversation just like that. You dont do that last time. You just left me there alone just like that. You never do that before. And you never really came to me anymore for anything. You might say this and that to me but do you realise that you really dont need me around ? Before i came in it was like this too right. So if i was out now it would not make anything difference also right? And do you know you say that you say not to do that or not to do this. But actually you never really did anything. Its what i wanna do you just let it be that way. Is that really a close friend for? I wonder you changed so much and you said nothing has changed. I dunno how you feel because you always keep it from me. Maybe at times you just need to tell me so that i can feel more calm, more patience and more secure. But you dont at all. I dont wanna be selfish myself so i let you decide what you wanna do or say. But have you ever thought of me ? I wonder about that. Maybe you did not. You said i think too much. I know i do. But how about you? You think alot too. Maybe thats why it did not work out? Maybe you just think too much and dont wanna let it go and putting it in your heart? Its not about our attitude or our maturity or about our not giving in. We should try to repair things first before saying all that. You didnt give me time to really fix things up. You didnt really give me anything so that i could just fix things up to the way how it used to be. You just left without saying anything. Or without doing anything. Maybe you are just making fun of me. Maybe i dont know what you are thinking. I can say that i break down more often now? Maybe if you just give in to this matter. It might change everything but i know that you wont. So its useless asking you anymore. What you say that time. I dunno to believe it anot anymore. By the way you are now. Its better to fool around than really going serious. Maybe thats true. One of my friend once told me. As long as she is happy then its okay. Yes i do agree with you for what you said to me. I do agree alot. So now im hiding everything to myself rather than telling her just to make her happy right? Its better this way. I wont screw things up. Come to think of it my other friend told me that i deserve better or many people told me that. But to me you cant just simply say it that way. You cant just judge by seeing whats outside. Maybe she has her own reasons that she is keeping to herself? And not telling anybody? Many people tell me to get over it. I agree i need to get over it. Yes i do. So i might just get over it just it will take a very long time. You cant expect a person to just get over something in one day or one week or one month right. It might take a long time. So lets wait till that time comes. There are no more chances. No more hopes. No more prayers to be done. I do what i could and i can but if she is just like that. What more can i do ? But i believe that you can do more and more. But right now i dunno where am i heading or what am i gonna do. Well. I can say that you made me realize alot of things from what happened. And you made me very happy when the moments i was with you. I wanna say thank you for everything that you have did. You did alot of things for me and whats around me is better with your presence around. So thank you alot. And you are someone that can really make me realize more things and change myself. For the good but away from the bad. Thank you for everything you have did for me. I didnt want to give up. But well you made me give up on you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7415081677512796354?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7415081677512796354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7415081677512796354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7415081677512796354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7415081677512796354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/treasure-something-before-you-lose-them.html' title=''/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4419675360228527560</id><published>2008-09-18T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:59:34.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pathology.</title><content type='html'>You are not alone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to pyramid to watch pathology. It was okay. But if you are scared of blood then dont watch or digusting things i think you better not watch. Well the Peter guy in Heroes is inside the show. Many many twist turn quite okay la not bad? If you got patience then you watch la. If not better not. Hehe. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4419675360228527560?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4419675360228527560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4419675360228527560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4419675360228527560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4419675360228527560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/pathology.html' title='Pathology.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-3687430607186530724</id><published>2008-09-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:09:25.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Har har !</title><content type='html'>She ain't got no money in the bank ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was normal. Boring Monday. Thinking about its so long to Friday and Saturday just kills me ? Har har. Exams are shifted to 6th of October if Im not mistaken or 22nd of October? Im not sure. Not sure also the teacher talk blur blur one. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this thought bothers me. Are all guys the same ? Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3687430607186530724?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3687430607186530724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3687430607186530724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3687430607186530724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3687430607186530724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/har-har.html' title='Har har !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8324759257308126744</id><published>2008-09-15T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:10:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan Soon Chia.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for the post Soon Chia. And I wont kill you for that because not many people do that just for me. Hehe. Only close friends like you and the rest will do that for me alright. So dont need to be scared or sorry. Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good friend to me if you dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im just busy with my other friends that I didnt really go out with you anymore?&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry if I didnt really hang out with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And i know Im quite a negative person with alot of negative thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for thinking that I am always trying to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Thanks for the push.&lt;br /&gt;Im now trying to be happy with what i got.&lt;br /&gt;Like you said this what makes life challenging and fun.&lt;br /&gt;I agree with you.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good friend by my side at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times we used to talk alot on messenger?&lt;br /&gt;Well, exams are coming soon? October?&lt;br /&gt;So, lets wait till exams is over and maybe we can find a job together?&lt;br /&gt;I hope we all can work together someday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after high school we might find each other working in the same company?&lt;br /&gt;We dunno anything yet right?&lt;br /&gt;So I wanna say thank you and sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been an ass.&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you will forgive me for that.&lt;br /&gt;I might do things but I wont leave you aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you for the pictures. I didnt know I got those pictures taken ? Im very thankful for you for that. Har har ! I got no pictures to post up ! Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8324759257308126744?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8324759257308126744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8324759257308126744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8324759257308126744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8324759257308126744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/tan-soon-chia.html' title='Tan Soon Chia.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7292192903226024607</id><published>2008-09-15T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:01:58.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival.</title><content type='html'>I went to ACS, my school on Saturday night around 5pm? Interact Club of ACS organized this Mooncake Festival Event. There were performances by my friends. Acoustic singing as well as keyboard and also a solo dance. Well the event went smooth without anything wrong going on. I went out half way with Gavin to Aeon for a while. Then after that i head back to ACS then i went back home with Robyn. And then i waited for J shawn and the rest to get to esso then i went there. The day was okay. But i heard Moocake Festival by my dad that is was a tradition that the chinese army use mooncakes to send secret messages inside so that the enemy wont know? Or when they won the battle, the general made mooncakes for the villagers as a celebration ? Im not sure. There are two versions so i dunno which one and im not sure myself didnt really look up on this matter. Hehe. Anyway the crowd at ACS was good enough? Filled up the chairs and made quite a profit out of it? So it was kind of okay. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7292192903226024607?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7292192903226024607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7292192903226024607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7292192903226024607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7292192903226024607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival.html' title='Mooncake Festival.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-331455590048679798</id><published>2008-09-15T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:42:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same.</title><content type='html'>I got this thought to my head just only today. Is all guys the same ? Been thinking about it for the past half an hour havent really got the answer. Will be bothering me the whole day tomorrow too. Mooncake Festival at grandma's place was okay. Got to eat home made food once again after a long long time. Happy to see grandma's smile again. Shes smiling and is living healthy ? So i got nothing to worry about her for now. Not long i have to worry about her again. After that went home then went for a drink with J- Shawn. Then got back home. I really hate Sundays sometimes. Really got nothing to do one. No work to do. No studies to do. No where to go. Just stuck at home to sleep. Can it get anymore boring here? Hmm. School is tomorrow and i have too much time to clean up the house. So I am ready already. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-331455590048679798?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/331455590048679798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=331455590048679798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/331455590048679798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/331455590048679798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/same.html' title='Same.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-569234837325727946</id><published>2008-09-09T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:46:52.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Life.</title><content type='html'>I always wonder if i would miss my high school life anot. I wonder now. I dont think i will now. But last time i am always afraid of finishing school as life in high school was great and it was fun. Sometimes you dont need to go to school. You can do what you want. You can skip classes if you want. You always have your friends around you. But somehow now i want to end my high school life faster. I know i will miss it but everyone has to go through it right? No escapes. And i dont think i will be having a college life but straight into working life maybe? Or part time study? har har. But i cant wait to finish school now. I see all my friends working now. They are having fun. But well. Ending school was something i was afraid to do. But not anymore. Hehehehe. I cant wait i cant wait for next year. My last year in my school. Lets end it and enjoyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was sucky. I felt so tired that my shoulders would just drop on the floor anytime. And i felt it was hard to breath air into my lungs. My eyes were all blue black and bengkak and i can feel that it went smaller than usual. I think this is the effects due to not sleeping the whole night then. Since i experienced it before. I dont think i will try to do it again. Not adviseble. Har har. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-569234837325727946?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/569234837325727946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=569234837325727946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/569234837325727946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/569234837325727946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/high-school-life.html' title='High School Life.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8501571509403613295</id><published>2008-09-09T06:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:32:37.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so tired.</title><content type='html'>I did not get to sleep the whole night yesterday. I was on the computer till 1.30 am and i went to bed. And when i get to bed i cant seem to sleep even i closed my eyes for like 1 hour. Time on the bed passes very fast compared to us doing activities that time. Hours by hours the time passed and it was finally 4 am. So i could not sleep and guess what? A cockroach fell beside of me where i was laying down.. and yeap i heard something fell so i took my phone as a torch light and saw a cockroach so i hurry hurry get down of the bed and took the spray and spray it away and guess what it came to my leg. So i got fed up and decided to turn on my computer and watch JabbaWockeez for 2 hours till 6 am and now im blogging. Im getting ready to go to school and im gonna eat my breakfast after this. I think i am gonna suffer in school today due to lack of sleep. I am so lucky that today is Tuesday and i get to go back at 12.45 pm. Which i can skip Biology class. I cant wait for school to end so i can come home and sleep like a cow. And i have not done any of my homework yet. I am too busy with my activities and i sleep like a cow in the noon which stops me from studying or doing any of my work. So its only at night. And i am quite forgetful of my work and sometimes i put all those worksheets in my plastic folder and forget to take them out to do. So i got to rush my school work today in school. And i hope i can pass up in time. I need to photostat things too. And Lauren, I want my Lollipop. Hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8501571509403613295?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8501571509403613295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8501571509403613295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8501571509403613295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8501571509403613295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I am so tired.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4068185007349693390</id><published>2008-09-09T06:27:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:56:44.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>September Babies.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna wish Happy birthday to those are borned on the month of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWnf-qsfxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4YHch72Dn0Y/s1600-h/1_951509119l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWnf-qsfxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4YHch72Dn0Y/s320/1_951509119l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243781508982669074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aravind which is on 1st of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWoCkPOKxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5jYwhseZuKw/s1600-h/1_876654111l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWoCkPOKxI/AAAAAAAAAjY/5jYwhseZuKw/s320/1_876654111l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243782103183534866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Lee which is on 3rd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWostDfGnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/piHoVi14aeI/s1600-h/1_991804738l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWostDfGnI/AAAAAAAAAjg/piHoVi14aeI/s320/1_991804738l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243782827104737906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nushka Lim which is on 4th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWo1x1o-5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/sBbV-fwkoBM/s1600-h/1_619861599l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWo1x1o-5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/sBbV-fwkoBM/s320/1_619861599l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243782983007665042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan U-Mae which is on 6th of September/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpCOpga8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/nYG0H_e5S6E/s1600-h/1_754913072l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpCOpga8I/AAAAAAAAAjw/nYG0H_e5S6E/s320/1_754913072l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783196899830722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin Koh which is on the 9th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpLFxMpUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/d3C3S9WvfGE/s1600-h/1_873085097l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpLFxMpUI/AAAAAAAAAj4/d3C3S9WvfGE/s320/1_873085097l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783349134992706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonure which is on the 10th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpU2AF5ZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FR5IiomLcyw/s1600-h/1_487843469l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpU2AF5ZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/FR5IiomLcyw/s320/1_487843469l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783516701189522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha which is on the 11th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpczgoVTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RH6p3ejpYRc/s1600-h/1_835085991l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpczgoVTI/AAAAAAAAAkI/RH6p3ejpYRc/s320/1_835085991l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783653471311154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherlyn which is on the 11th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWplEG-3jI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EY6Oy9m9Tv4/s1600-h/1_875601236l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWplEG-3jI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/EY6Oy9m9Tv4/s320/1_875601236l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783795366092338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Nadhir which is on the 11th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpvoQnZwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CEIC1TamdWM/s1600-h/1_556286787l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWpvoQnZwI/AAAAAAAAAkY/CEIC1TamdWM/s320/1_556286787l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243783976868865794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody Teo which is on the 12th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWp3agmgUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/bDKj5h0tM_w/s1600-h/1_793191437l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWp3agmgUI/AAAAAAAAAkg/bDKj5h0tM_w/s320/1_793191437l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243784110616772930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donovan Yeo which is on the 15th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWp_4WDVuI/AAAAAAAAAko/mWwkwXYClv0/s1600-h/1_361301879l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWp_4WDVuI/AAAAAAAAAko/mWwkwXYClv0/s320/1_361301879l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243784256064542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Wu Yan which is on the 15th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWq46eOFHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YPML_dIzQcA/s1600-h/1_197941363l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWq46eOFHI/AAAAAAAAAkw/YPML_dIzQcA/s320/1_197941363l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785235888215154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia Phuah which is on the 16th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWq_LeK3zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9bxIgmitsbY/s1600-h/1_545926514l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWq_LeK3zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/9bxIgmitsbY/s320/1_545926514l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785343530622770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok yam which is on the 16th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrGQNehaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/W6cZ-5mN99c/s1600-h/1_942973278l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrGQNehaI/AAAAAAAAAlA/W6cZ-5mN99c/s320/1_942973278l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785465061868962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff which is on 16th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrO6yyhfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-9WdPwqy3kY/s1600-h/1_598755933l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrO6yyhfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/-9WdPwqy3kY/s320/1_598755933l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785613931611634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Funky which is on the 17th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrX7ctFbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LYnbz6_4h3s/s1600-h/1_301731998l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrX7ctFbI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/LYnbz6_4h3s/s320/1_301731998l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785768726238642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacinta which is on the 19th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrfzfDuEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xyXw7LkZHp4/s1600-h/1_465476774l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrfzfDuEI/AAAAAAAAAlY/xyXw7LkZHp4/s320/1_465476774l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243785904027580482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvis which is on the 20th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWsoQsXxuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dtNyyMmKLeI/s1600-h/n678300547_2141154_7709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWsoQsXxuI/AAAAAAAAAlo/dtNyyMmKLeI/s320/n678300547_2141154_7709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787148818630370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Chan which is on the 22nd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWsxnCM43I/AAAAAAAAAlw/XKmLT_kfv9E/s1600-h/n682002573_786177_5971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWsxnCM43I/AAAAAAAAAlw/XKmLT_kfv9E/s320/n682002573_786177_5971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787309434594162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice Chin which is on the 23rd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eng Khoon which is on the 23rd of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWs7FptJDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/03ZsC5MgzVo/s1600-h/n753253931_910417_2098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWs7FptJDI/AAAAAAAAAl4/03ZsC5MgzVo/s320/n753253931_910417_2098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787472272172082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Chia which is on the 25th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWtLsIn7EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ji1FXEtAWQg/s1600-h/n729953250_449358_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWtLsIn7EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Ji1FXEtAWQg/s320/n729953250_449358_3961.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787757480307778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadelyn Lim which is on 25th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWtYrCYH2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/X3MI-pQBi6w/s1600-h/n612704699_677187_6813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWtYrCYH2I/AAAAAAAAAmI/X3MI-pQBi6w/s320/n612704699_677187_6813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787980523970402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Wong which is on the 28th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ng Kai Ling which is on the 28th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrmE5Jw9I/AAAAAAAAAlg/UyKawhp103A/s1600-h/1_969995444l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWrmE5Jw9I/AAAAAAAAAlg/UyKawhp103A/s320/1_969995444l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243786011779646418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elaine Lee which is on the 29th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Ng which is on the 30th of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is all of them. Im not sure. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4068185007349693390?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4068185007349693390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4068185007349693390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4068185007349693390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4068185007349693390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-babies.html' title='September Babies.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SMWnf-qsfxI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/4YHch72Dn0Y/s72-c/1_951509119l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-194418104639937726</id><published>2008-09-05T01:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T03:14:14.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday.</title><content type='html'>Today is my sweet sixteen. Im Offically Sixteen now. Its been 10 years since then. 10 years i have been what i am now. I can say that if i was not saved by my dad i might not have been for what i am. Im really grateful for what i have been. Life has been not that good towards me but what can i say? I cant blame anyone. I cant blame God. I cant blame anyone but myself. I cant hate my life for being like this but yes there are many times when i did really break down on myself and yet i have to collect and take up all the pieces by myself. I was not have been taken care well since i was 1 to 6. I was left at some house somewhere far far away from Klang which is Cheras. And not seeing any of my family members. Yes my childhood was not that happy and cheerful. But im thankful that God gave me my Dad now. I was taken at the age of 6. And now its been 10 years im offically with my Dad. If i was not taken at the age of 6. Where could have i been ? What am i gonna be ? What will i gonna be ? How will i be that time ? I will never know but all i know is its gonna be worse than what i am now. I have not many happy moments in my life. And there are a little of happy moments in my life. I have more downs than the ups that people usually get. I understand and get that a person must go through what the other person feels to totally understand what that person had experienced and felt all these while. Im always trying my best to be better for everyone. Im always trying my best to not dissapoint everyone. I never gave up my life just like that. Even how bad was my past was i never gave up my life that easily because i know i still have my Dad around me i had to do the job that he did for me. He picked me over a girl that he was gonna marry. How good is that? Even how much he hitted me during the past. Even how much he scolded me during the past. Its all for my own good. I cant say that i hate him because he is just teaching me how to survive in my life. He is just trying to tell what life is really is in the future. He is getting me prepared for my future. I cant hate him for that or sometimes he got too angry and start hitting me non stop. Well its everyone needs i can say. You need pain so you can learn. No pain no gain. True? Yes very true. I can say that my sweet sixteen was not good or fun at all. Yes and yes it will be fun. But not as fun as the past years. This may be the worst and suckiest sweet sixteen i ever had after what had happened last week. Exactly one week before my birthday. How sucky is that huh? And yes. I have no mood to do anything or i have lost my interest in everything. If only i have not done my mistakes. I might be just enjoying my time right now? Like what U-Zhing said. When you have it you will never think or use your brains properly. When you really lose it you will really think it over again and realise what you have done wrong. I still want to put that smile on. I still want to make the warmness. I still want to make the laughters. I still want to miss. I still cant let it go. Still cant do it yet. Everytime when i come home at night late night. I always dislikes the time when i get home at night. I always feel lonely that nobody is around. My house has not much noise all the time. No laughter going on. No noise going on. Not much fun going on or anger. It is just plain dull boring. It just suddenlly everything has dissapeared. The lonelyness that was here last time is back. Yes I do worry alot yes Im weak and Im scared of many things Yes. Maybe that is who i am ? Maybe that is what made Randy Swee all these time? Maybe that is what i am really is ? I always try to change the fact that i worry too much. Yes i do think alot. I think alot before doing something. I think alot before saying something. I do i do its all because of what happened before in my life and i just dislike to be alone. But sometimes its just better to stand alone? Or just be in a relationship with a person you really love and care for to put everything on her? The one that you can really take it easy on and be comfortable with when all hard times are on you? Well. Life doesnt goes on what you want. Somehow somewhere sometime it just turns around and poke you in the back. Okay okay my day. 12 am my sweet sixteen started.. and i just played a few dota games with soya and well thanks soya for the company.. then slept at 3am then woke up at 11am or 12pm not sure.. around there.. then i see all those wishes in my phone.. thanks alot yaaa.. was asleep so i cant really reply you all.. sooooo.. i replied them and woke up and bathed neatly as it was my day.. then i waited for my friends to finish thier school day and then i called them and some called me and we went to selva some mamak near mgs school or just opposite mgs school and we had our lunch there.. all together there was janus, jerry, soon chia, j shawn and me there.. so we talked talked eat eat eat drink drink drink till around 5? then jerry, soon chia and j shawn went to robyn's house by thier bicycles so left me and janus walking back to my house.. then at my house we danced a while talked a while then he went back because he had to go somewhere.. thanks for your company man.. i took my bathe and then dressed up properly then asked my dad to send me to Robyn's house at 5 plus? almost 6.. went there and they were still baking the cup cakes.. okay la.. talked with the mom.. then slowly and slowly watch tv and waited for the time to pass.. then around 8.20pm after they bathed all Robyn's mom send us to Su ching's house reached there around 8.40pm.. they were all waitting for us so Preveen, Tommy, Elaine, Jerry, Nushka, Jennifer, Irene, Ernest, Kenneth, Soon chia, Robyn, Yan teng, and of course Su ching was there. I hope i dont miss out any names. If i dunno sorry la okay. Too many and too long ago cant remember.. so they did a suprise for both me and Nush.. Nush's birthday was on the 4th and mine was on the 5th.. so we celebrated together.. Thanks for the suprise! Currently i dont have the photos with me so i will post them up later on.. then after that got roast chicken, roast beef, potato with cheese and bacon i think? and mushroom soup so eat eat eat all.. thena round 9.20pm i got one call from my brother said that he wants me to go to aeon now so i had to leave.. Sorry all for leaving so early okay? So i hugged them all and called my dad to pick me up from her house to go to Aeon.. reached Aeon around 10 went to see my brother and he was not out of work yet.. so do Colin and Roy, Michelle, Wynesse, Khairul and Topac was already in Station one dunno doing what there.. so after that 10.30pm end work all go to Station one. All together was William, Roy, Colin, Topac, Wynesse, Michelle, Gavinn i hope its the right spelling? , Sam and Khairul.. i hope thats all? Sorry if i forget again.. so Wynesse had to go back at 11pm.. so he sent Topak back to bus stop so he could go back and Khairul followed her.. then it drizzled so we had to move inside.. and guess who i saw? Vin Teng.. shocking.. i didnt expect to see her there.. well saw her said hi.. then moved inside.. drank and all.. then suddenlly the lights went off and yeah a suprise cake was there.. honestly i didnt expect it to be even there lor.. I thought just talk and drink mana tau got birthday cake so they sang the song then some of the people in Station one sang the birthday song for me too.. then after that i made my wish and blowed the candle off then i cutted the hair and then they started putting cream on my face lorrr.. then Michelle wiped the cream off for me !!! WHAHAHAHA.. nothing to be big fuss about.. hehehehe.. so after that talk talk talk then around 12am everybody went back lor.. Offically my birthday is over.. and today is Tan U-Mae's birthday.. so happy birthday U-mae!! hehehe.. well i didnt expect my birthday to be like this.. i expect it to be just gathering and talk and just yam cha? but not the cake and cup cakes.. thanks alot for the food Su ching made for me.. it was really great and filling.. and Thanks Robyn for those cup cakes to made for me.. they were just nice not too sweet not too bitter or not too salty.. hehehehe.. and thanks alot to William, Michelle, Roy, Colin, Topac, Wynesse, Gavin, Sam and Khairul for the night you just did for me. Thanks for all the wishes. I didnt really expect for my birthday to be that happy because of what just happened to me not long ago.. but well i enjoyed myself and im grate and thankful for what had happened.. so U-Mae even how bad your day was never think that your birthday is gonna be a sucky one maybe its gonna be great? you dunno anything yet.. you dunno whats coming.. anything might just pop out. hehehehehe.. so enjoy your birthday that is today 6th of september 2008. And Cheryllll WHY TAK DATANG.. i sedih know.. sad sad lorrrr.. and Lauren youu ahhh.. not nice one lor.. wahahahaha.. thanks laaaaaa !!!! Actually i typed the first part out yesterday around 1.17am and its now 6th of september 3.06 am and im completing the rest.. and im going to bed after this. I just wish i could spend nicer time. Hehehehehe. Thank you very much ! And lastly sorry to Soya, Funky, Sze Guan, Kavin, Hasouk and Gwen that i could not hang out with you all today. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-194418104639937726?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/194418104639937726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=194418104639937726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/194418104639937726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/194418104639937726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birthday.html' title='My birthday.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5539618807247164309</id><published>2008-09-02T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:45:58.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will change.</title><content type='html'>I have to keep on improving myself. I change to keep on changing myself to be a better person. I really want it back so i must really work hard for it now. I realised what i have done wrong and what is there else to do than improving and be sorry? I have to work hard on myself so i can be worthy enough for it. I really want it back. I will do whatever it takes to get it back. I dont mind how hard it takes me because im willingly to risk my life for it. Because it is darn special to me. I dont wanna let go or give up that easily because i cant. And i wont do that because im not someone who gives up easily. I realised what i have done wrong all these while i will change myself keep on changing to be better for it. I wont back off i wont give up. Because i dont wanna let go of my chance. I dont wanna give up on my chance. I dont wanna lose it. I dont wanna regret that i didnt do all those. I really want it back ! Please I really want it back to show how much have i changed and realised ! Please and please and please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5539618807247164309?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5539618807247164309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5539618807247164309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5539618807247164309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5539618807247164309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-change.html' title='I will change.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-571831275617243064</id><published>2008-09-02T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:08:10.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Exams are on its way.. Sports are on its way.. Everything is coming and i have lost my interest in them. I have too lost interest in blogging. My heart is getting numb and numb day by day till i dont really care for anything anymore. I dunno what to do but im trying my best to cope up it all back. Till then no blogging until i feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-571831275617243064?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/571831275617243064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=571831275617243064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/571831275617243064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/571831275617243064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8815289886400471295</id><published>2008-08-30T02:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:09:42.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>I have nothing left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8815289886400471295?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8815289886400471295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8815289886400471295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8815289886400471295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8815289886400471295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_30.html' title='..'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4794077737686565313</id><published>2008-08-29T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:43:53.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus.</title><content type='html'>Final exams are on the way here.. less than 1 month i guess? its like that minus all the holidays and saturdays and sundays.. im losing my focus on my studies already.. i cant seem to absorb already.. its like everytime i try to open the book.. im reading yes im reading but it seems like my mind turns blank and i cant think of anything.. my apetite is also getting smaller and smaller.. without eating i always get headache.. i think because i need alot of sugar in my blood.. without it i will get heavy headaches and start feeling like vomitting.. its normal i guess.. im having headaches more regularly now.. i dont seem to talk much too.. it seems like life is getting older and older and its getting more and more scary.. and i feel so down most of the time now.. i feel that im quite weak in form of mentally and physically.. and i cant really stand of my own for some time now already.. i hope and pray that you are doing well there.. i cant really get enough sleep which makes me feel headache and tired most of the time in the day which makes me talk less and do things less which just brings me to just sitting on the chair staring at the walls.. i guess im gonna get a sucky week this week and next week.. next week? supposed to be happy? but well.. it sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4794077737686565313?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4794077737686565313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4794077737686565313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4794077737686565313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4794077737686565313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/focus.html' title='Focus.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-9152969327388392978</id><published>2008-08-29T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:46:28.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>My life is full of dots...............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-9152969327388392978?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9152969327388392978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=9152969327388392978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9152969327388392978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9152969327388392978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_29.html' title='..'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-3331206318480110474</id><published>2008-08-29T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:47:39.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Life SUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3331206318480110474?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3331206318480110474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3331206318480110474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3331206318480110474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3331206318480110474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4649695867751250595</id><published>2008-08-28T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:39:27.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry.</title><content type='html'>Some people said Its never too late to apologize, just start with a sorry. Is that true? Can that happen? I mean it happened many times in my life. But sometimes people just wont accept it right? So we have to just tolerate with the up's and down's of our lifes i feel. I always feel freaky and scare but well sometimes i feel safe and happy. What about you? What about now? I am not so sure about what im feeling now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4649695867751250595?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4649695867751250595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4649695867751250595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4649695867751250595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4649695867751250595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry.html' title='Sorry.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-4402910977288946712</id><published>2008-08-28T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:37:20.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28th of August.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to my old friend, Kazuki. Met him in a game called Pirate King Online long time ago. Till now we are still friends. Dota pro. Sk team player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLa4Br8SaKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9NcaeHqI5z4/s1600-h/1_796703139l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLa4Br8SaKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9NcaeHqI5z4/s320/1_796703139l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239577555607120034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-4402910977288946712?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/4402910977288946712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=4402910977288946712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4402910977288946712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/4402910977288946712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/28th-of-august.html' title='28th of August.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLa4Br8SaKI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9NcaeHqI5z4/s72-c/1_796703139l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-3743160756641757438</id><published>2008-08-27T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:46:46.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal Day.</title><content type='html'>Well school was normal as usual.. nothing much happened.. just sat in the class and just listen to the teacher talking and doing our own works.. and then packed bag and went home.. exams are like so near and im not ready for it at all.. but its never too late to just catch up a little bit.. so its worth trying.. so i will try.. without doubting.. hehehehehe.. i think my finals are in the middle September.. so i pray and hope that i will be ready for it. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3743160756641757438?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3743160756641757438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3743160756641757438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3743160756641757438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3743160756641757438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/normal-day.html' title='Normal Day.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5100076105888966356</id><published>2008-08-27T00:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:49:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th of August.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to Ernest How. Hope you enjoy your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLQy-7yhLXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QaTFRKVNlSw/s1600-h/n794347070_704611_2854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLQy-7yhLXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QaTFRKVNlSw/s320/n794347070_704611_2854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238868323321589106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Jessica ! Happy Birthday. Hope you enjoy your day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLQ0BpBImNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nhOJtH-uuL0/s1600-h/646277891l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLQ0BpBImNI/AAAAAAAAAjA/nhOJtH-uuL0/s320/646277891l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238869469333854418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only picture i can find her taking picture alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5100076105888966356?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5100076105888966356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5100076105888966356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5100076105888966356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5100076105888966356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/27th-of-august.html' title='27th of August.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLQy-7yhLXI/AAAAAAAAAi4/QaTFRKVNlSw/s72-c/n794347070_704611_2854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-2332359183098256690</id><published>2008-08-26T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:26:58.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26th of August.</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday toooo Kelsey Koh. Its been nice knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLLdPj3rTLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/sdGrstJCWpk/s1600-h/141783184l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLLdPj3rTLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/sdGrstJCWpk/s320/141783184l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238492575981849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2332359183098256690?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2332359183098256690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2332359183098256690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2332359183098256690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2332359183098256690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/26th-of-august.html' title='26th of August.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLLdPj3rTLI/AAAAAAAAAiw/sdGrstJCWpk/s72-c/141783184l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-6680610466482333684</id><published>2008-08-26T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T00:19:43.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.</title><content type='html'>Im lucky.. but also unlucky at times..&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky that im patience..&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky that i realise things..&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky that i can tolerate..&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky that im okay..&lt;br /&gt;Im lucky to get her..&lt;br /&gt;Im unlucky at times..&lt;br /&gt;Hard times..&lt;br /&gt;Bad times..&lt;br /&gt;Easy times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? Lucky or unlucky?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6680610466482333684?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6680610466482333684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6680610466482333684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6680610466482333684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6680610466482333684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky-lucky-lucky.html' title='Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-9000962497715628777</id><published>2008-08-25T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:16:38.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday !</title><content type='html'>I would like to say Happy Birthday to Ng Vin Teng.. her birthday is today that is 25th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLKSVEJmLzI/AAAAAAAAAio/bEs0emaQeuA/s1600-h/1_560406557l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLKSVEJmLzI/AAAAAAAAAio/bEs0emaQeuA/s320/1_560406557l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238410207174209330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally turned sixteen. Happy Sweet Sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-9000962497715628777?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9000962497715628777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=9000962497715628777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9000962497715628777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9000962497715628777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SLKSVEJmLzI/AAAAAAAAAio/bEs0emaQeuA/s72-c/1_560406557l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-9018000523568046841</id><published>2008-08-25T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T00:35:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful and Thankful.</title><content type='html'>Thanks thanks thanks a lott for all the help people.. Thanks thanks thanks a lott for the advice people.. Thanks thanks thanks a lott for forgiving me and giving me a chance people.. Thanks thanks thanks a lott for being understanding and being there for me.. Thanks thanks thanks a lott for everything you people did for me.. Im really grateful and thankful for everything that has happened.. It was made me realise and change ! Yes ! And I made it and Im not gonna stop here but to keep on improving myself ! Yes yes yes and yes again ! Thanks all !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-9018000523568046841?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/9018000523568046841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=9018000523568046841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9018000523568046841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/9018000523568046841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/grateful-and-thankful.html' title='Grateful and Thankful.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2777831524224855184</id><published>2008-08-24T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:59:37.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven. Tujuh. 7.</title><content type='html'>I been tagged by Lydia. She wants me to do it. So i have to do it. And i already done this tag in the past post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh fakta tentang saya.&lt;br /&gt;1.Saya sayang akan Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;2.Saya sayang akan Hsiao Hwen.&lt;br /&gt;3.Saya suka main futsal.&lt;br /&gt;4.Saya suka kawan-kawan saya.&lt;br /&gt;5.Saya suka musik.&lt;br /&gt;6.Saya sayang ayahku.&lt;br /&gt;7.Saya bersekolahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh perkara yang menakutkan saya.&lt;br /&gt;1.Hantu.&lt;br /&gt;2.Hsiao Hwen.&lt;br /&gt;3.Bapa.&lt;br /&gt;4.Abangku.&lt;br /&gt;5.Kakakku.&lt;br /&gt;6.Kawan-Kawanku.&lt;br /&gt;7.Diri saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh lagu buat masa sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;1.Florida-Rendah.&lt;br /&gt;2.ACDC-Bomb.&lt;br /&gt;3.Satu Republik-Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;4.MainSejuk-Viva la Vida.&lt;br /&gt;5.Daft Punk-Keras,Lebih Baik,Cepat Lagi,Lebih Kuat.&lt;br /&gt;6.ACDC vs Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;7.TerJatuh Budak-Pukul Ia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh perkara yang selalu saya sebut.&lt;br /&gt;1.hello.&lt;br /&gt;2.Tak tau.&lt;br /&gt;3.Maaf.&lt;br /&gt;4.Terima Kasih.&lt;br /&gt;5.Gemuk.&lt;br /&gt;6.Woi.&lt;br /&gt;7.Aper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh perkara yang amat bernilai.&lt;br /&gt;1.Ayahku.&lt;br /&gt;2.Tuhan.&lt;br /&gt;3.Hsiao Hwen.&lt;br /&gt;4.Abangku, William.&lt;br /&gt;5.Kakak-kakakku.&lt;br /&gt;6.Abang-abangku.&lt;br /&gt;7.Kawan-kawanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh kali pertama dalam hidup saya.&lt;br /&gt;1.Bergaduh.&lt;br /&gt;2.Menafas.&lt;br /&gt;3.Suka perempuan.&lt;br /&gt;4.Keluar rumah.&lt;br /&gt;5.Bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;6.Pergi beli belah seorang diri.&lt;br /&gt;7.Main komputer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tujuh orang yang bertuah:&lt;br /&gt;1.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;2.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;3.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;4.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;5.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;6.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;7.Tiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alamak.. semua dah buat tag ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2777831524224855184?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2777831524224855184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2777831524224855184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2777831524224855184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2777831524224855184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/seven-tujuh-7.html' title='Seven. Tujuh. 7.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6176389333751487117</id><published>2008-08-24T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:06:36.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Reopens !</title><content type='html'>Its the end of the holiday.. and school is reopening tomorrow.. I just got ready for school today.. packed everything in order.. make sure my uniforms are ironed and well placed.. cleaned my room.. i guess i am ready for tomorrow? hehehehe. and final exams are coming in less than a month i think? Im not that sure but i think so.. soooo.. i better be prepared and study more and play less dota than i usually have played.. and holiday was kind of boring.. as expected it to be so.. and i didnt do much.. just sit infront of the computer then switching to the tv.. and then back to the computer and then back.. i downloaded 21 yesterday.. it was a great show.. and it was a very nice nice nice show.. har har har har.. glad i got to download and enjoyed it.. i think im gonna download Zohan too soon.. but i got to prepare for my exams.. and something is coming in my way.. hope it would be a great one lets hope hope hope.. hehehehehe.. i hope that end year holidays are gonna be fun. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6176389333751487117?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6176389333751487117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6176389333751487117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6176389333751487117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6176389333751487117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-reopens.html' title='School Reopens !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7164319647995021719</id><published>2008-08-22T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:00:16.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month Baby !</title><content type='html'>We been already 1 month together and many more to go. I miss you badly now. And I love you !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7164319647995021719?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7164319647995021719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7164319647995021719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7164319647995021719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7164319647995021719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-1-month-baby.html' title='Happy 1 Month Baby !'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2779886290249514087</id><published>2008-08-22T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:18:21.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leo Futsal Tournament.</title><content type='html'>Today which is the 22nd of August.. The Leo Club of SMK La Salle organized a Futsal Tournament consist of 7 players per team.. 5 players will play in the court and 2 as subs.. it costs RM60 per team.. and it is held at Real Sports Arena. There were about 20 over teams there.. So they had alot of Groups which is A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H i think? this much ? im not sure. Sundra was the main organizer and was helped by the fellow Leo's.. the matches were fantastic and it all went smoothly excepted some parts.. but still it went to a success.. I went back half way around 4pm and it was still in the quater final stage so i could not watch the finals which is held in the international court if i was not mistaken ? So i guess the futsal tournament ended at night.. The first prize was RM500, I think the second was RM200 or 250.. and 3rd was RM100.. so if you had a good team and you won the tournament.. it would be nice.. hehehe.. so the tournament was great and there were many good teams from all over Klang and some from Subang.. so i had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2779886290249514087?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2779886290249514087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2779886290249514087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2779886290249514087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2779886290249514087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/leo-futsal-tournament.html' title='Leo Futsal Tournament.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-81714123728077139</id><published>2008-08-21T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:12:14.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall-E.</title><content type='html'>Wall-E was greatttt.. it was totally great.. it was fun and also has sad parts.. Glad to watch it with you all. Thanks for companying me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-81714123728077139?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/81714123728077139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=81714123728077139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/81714123728077139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/81714123728077139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/wall-e.html' title='Wall-E.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5159469313359364957</id><published>2008-08-21T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:10:32.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Planettttt.</title><content type='html'>Sports planetttt was great.. Outside was fine but inside it is more FINE. And i gain alot of experience there. Thanks Janus. Thanks Sky. Thanks Joshua. The team was great. The players was great. The teamwork was great. Thanks alot. Hope to go and play there again. And its not that expensive. So its great. Nice people there. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5159469313359364957?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5159469313359364957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5159469313359364957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5159469313359364957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5159469313359364957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Sports Planettttt.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-3769620196765604993</id><published>2008-08-20T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:27:49.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lydia Phuah.</title><content type='html'>1.If your lover betrayed you , what will your reaction be ?&lt;br /&gt;I will get angry. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If you can have a dream to come true , what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What will your dream wedding to be like ?&lt;br /&gt;I think i will get marry somewhere everybody will be at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you ?&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh. Be positive and think positively. Do it positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What's your ideal lover like ?&lt;br /&gt;Someone like her. Someone that can really understands me deeply. Someone that never let go easily. Someone that have a sense of care. Someone that i can depend on. Someone that has a self character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Which is more blessed ? Loving someone or being loved by someone ?&lt;br /&gt;I would say more to loving someone that you can love and care for rather than the person gone.. But i would say being loved is also not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;Not long but i would wait for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If the person you secretly like is already attached , what would you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Stay away and keep safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days ?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Something personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Is being tagged fun ?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How do you see yourself in 10 years time ?&lt;br /&gt;Successful and rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Who are currently the most important people to you ?&lt;br /&gt;My Dad. My God. My Baby. My Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is ?&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: Never a good person. (jokingg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Would you rather be rich and single or married but poor ?&lt;br /&gt;I rather be married but poor but somehow I will be loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What's the first thing you do every morning ?&lt;br /&gt;Let my water out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Would you give all in a relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick ?&lt;br /&gt;I will pick the person which can click with me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What type of friends do you like ?&lt;br /&gt;Any type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What type of friends do you dislike ?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.Tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;-Penny Ng.&lt;br /&gt;-Tan U-Zhing.&lt;br /&gt;-Soya Soe.&lt;br /&gt;-Sabash.&lt;br /&gt;-Aravind.&lt;br /&gt;-Yao Chang.&lt;br /&gt;-Christopher Tan.&lt;br /&gt;-Elaine Lee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3769620196765604993?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3769620196765604993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3769620196765604993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3769620196765604993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3769620196765604993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-lydia-phuah.html' title='Tagged by Lydia Phuah.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-3473587540677180666</id><published>2008-08-19T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:15:00.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdayyyy.</title><content type='html'>Oh ya.. i forgot to update about saturday.. well i went for Kwang hua's iu day.. it was kind of okay okay only? the crowd was not that happening i can say.. it was not full.. the dress code was formal so i could see alot of people wearing dress? but well i did not obey thier dress code.. just simply wear only la.. har har.. they had performances such as dances and some actings.. after that i went to pyramid around 4 reached there around 6.. and met up with Tommy there.. had dinner there then after that walked with Tommy and got all his stuffs then we sat a while and drank and talked.. after that we went back around 10.. reached home around 10.20.. It was kind of late to go already but still i promised Tommy i will be there so i just went ahead with the plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-3473587540677180666?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3473587540677180666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=3473587540677180666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3473587540677180666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/3473587540677180666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturdayyyy.html' title='Saturdayyyy.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2718912101165651390</id><published>2008-08-19T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:54:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>Its a holiday.. and i have not gone out of the house yet.. man its boring.. there is no where to go.. no place to go.. i wanna go out and have fun at least go to somewhere.. im fill with boredom right now.. i have nothing to do at home.. my computer cant support any games.. i have no astro at home so i cant oftenly watch olympic games.. so i guess all i can do is just study and study and study. Oh ya. I downloaded Doomsday and watched.. all those Biohazard people are Punked.. so cool.. well its nice to watch.. tomorrow will be another free day so i plan to download Wall-E to watch? hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2718912101165651390?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2718912101165651390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2718912101165651390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2718912101165651390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2718912101165651390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-7384898620991873369</id><published>2008-08-14T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:18:03.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing in action.</title><content type='html'>I guess i have been away for a long time.. im not seen in any places.. i want to stay at home first.. rest in peace at home for a while.. relax for a while.. chill for a while.. missing in action for a while.. lets rest and spend time with daddy ! hehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-7384898620991873369?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/7384898620991873369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=7384898620991873369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7384898620991873369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/7384898620991873369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-in-action.html' title='Missing in action.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-2611846978326116688</id><published>2008-08-14T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T01:15:49.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soyaaaaaa.</title><content type='html'>After hearing Soya's story.. i guess there are quite a lot of people out there who are like me right? Almost the same thing but just different story earlier and the background is a little different.. but you know when we know that we are not like how different from other people.. we start to believe that there are people who really understand what we feel and what we experience before.. wahahaha.. i thought there were so little people like me.. but now after i see the overall i realise that quite a sum of my friends are like me? good thing i realise and understand now.. now im trying to make my dad happy with me everytime by staying at home and eating dinner with him.. we do argue at times but after 1 or 2 hours we will be talking like normal again so i guess it is okay? at least i spend time eating dinner with him than going out eating with my friends.. i guess i did my responsibility on that.. spend a little quality time.. if can i would make it to shopping malls with him to help him carry things or even teman him to buy his groceries.. and sometimes i will help him cook in the kitchen.. thats where i learnt how to cook curry chicken and more.. i actually learned alot during this time when i was with my dad.. it was all 1 on 1 so it was easier to learn and know compared if i had brothers or sisters.. but well as not having brothers and sisters you also know how it feels la.. quite sien one at home alone nothing to do and just staring at the mirror or walls.. or just play with power rangers or even just play with the things my dad bought or gave me during my birthdays.. but there is also good no one to fight with.. but sometimes fightting with brothers and sisters are quite fun you know.. hehehehe.. i never got to experience that.. but i never will ever complain saying why i never experience it all.. because i know i got this life i should learn how to take good care of it rather than complaining all the time about this.. it already happened.. nothing can be done.. imagine if i had no dad.. thats worse again.. some people dont even have parents.. thats worse than me so i dont think my case was the worse case senario.. where i go i try to learn as much as i can.. where i go i try to make as many friends as i can.. where i go i try to do new things.. experience new things.. get knowledge.. i try and try and try.. like they said never try never know.. so you should try.. some of my friends got into NS i heard.. soo i hope you all dont lost contact after NS okay?? har har.. lets hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2611846978326116688?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2611846978326116688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2611846978326116688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2611846978326116688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2611846978326116688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/soyaaaaaa.html' title='Soyaaaaaa.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8014250142026990560</id><published>2008-08-11T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:37:37.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother.</title><content type='html'>Im sorry if i ever dissapoint you in any matter. You might think what i say now i dont mean it. But deep in my heart i really want to make you proud and happy with me. My finals are coming and i will show you and prove to you that i mean what i say is true and im not playing the fool anymore. Last time yes.. but now i realise my mistakes.. and i wanna fix myself into a better person so that people can be happy with me. Im sorry if i did not do things like you can do. I know i cant dance or even be like you to be worthy of your brother.. but i will never give up to always improve myself to be like you and make myself worthy to be your brother. I will study hard as you always told me that you want a brighter future for me.. better than you and i always took it inside and did not really listen to it. Im sorry if i was too playful at times.. i know that im always over the limits at times.. but since i know now my mistakes.. i will try my best to change myself to be a better person so that you can be proud and happy with me. I know i made your friends angry with me.. i know what i suppose to do and i will do it so that they can also be happy with me. Like i always say to myself.. There is nothing impossible in this world.. if that person can do it so can you.. so i keep on telling myself that sentence and i will never give up making you look up to me once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8014250142026990560?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8014250142026990560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8014250142026990560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8014250142026990560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8014250142026990560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/brother.html' title='Brother.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-656809965864351296</id><published>2008-08-11T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:32:23.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mummy.</title><content type='html'>I managed to catch a movie before going back from pyramid on Saturday with herrrr, sun woei and shih kiat.. well the movie was not as i expected.. it was nice graphics.. as usual all the movies has those computer edition inside them.. so it is kind of normal.. all the actors in the movie was the same expect the wife of the hero.. and the son finally grew up and do the same job as the dad.. and he was the one who found the tomb of the dragon emperor.. hehehe.. it was okay okay only.. so many mummies came up to fight.. and those mummies some of them dont have legs or hands.. a little crazy but well.. to me it was not that nice maybe to you all it might be nice.. well i wanna catch more movies next like The Midnight Meat Train.. i dunno if it is nice anot.. but well i wanna watch.. and I wanna watch X-files too.. i think i will just get it on the net la.. since its clear and free of charge.. hehehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-656809965864351296?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/656809965864351296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=656809965864351296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/656809965864351296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/656809965864351296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/mummy.html' title='The Mummy.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5259300942457017002</id><published>2008-08-11T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:27:52.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School..</title><content type='html'>I have been abit late on my updates.. well exams just passed it was the last monthly i think.. so next will be finals and im not even ready to face it yet.. i have not studied anything in my books yet.. im quite worried and scared if i dont pass my finals.. somethings might happen and somethings might not happen.. well since i have the time now to stay at home and not go out anymore i can finally sit down and open my books to start studying right? hehehehe.. so soon im gonna just stay at home for 1 month until my finals are over.. to study and study and study and also do some work out myself at home to keep myself fit.. no more modern.. no more autumn.. no more aeoning.. no more sports.. just go if there is special events or just to go and meet her up a while.. but most of the time im sticking at home to be a good boy to my dad and brother to study like nobody's business so cant i can pass my exams.. i got my monthly exams results and i think i did not improve much.. but at least i did increased my marks but i still fail my papers.. and i only have 2 or 3 or 4 papers that i manage to pass with my friend's help.. if not i dont think im gonna pass any papers.. biology, chemistry and physics are not that easy now.. so many calculations.. so many things to memorize.. so many things to understand.. its getting harder but well im not giving up but to push myself to study hard to pass my exams and when holiday comes im planing to work and im gonna fix myself up into a nice piece where i can make people happy with me.. hehehehe.. just pray and hope that i can achieve what i plan to achieve soon.. and school has been involved in many fights i guess.. the indians and malay dare to fight in public now.. they have no scare of teachers nowadays.. i guess school gangsters are getting worse and worse day by day? people are just whacking each races up so that they can prove that thier race are better than the others.. well well well.. in the end both sides will also get hurt right? hehehehehe.. until then.. see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5259300942457017002?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5259300942457017002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5259300942457017002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5259300942457017002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5259300942457017002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/school.html' title='School..'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8482241495614036919</id><published>2008-08-09T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:29:50.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>Babyyyy. Im sorry that if i was too over sometimes. Im sorry if im selfish to think it was always me being the one right. Im sorry if i hurt you or made you angry with me. Im sorry if i did not treat you properly and treated you simply or ingore you at times. Im sorry that i been a bastard for my past. Im sorry if i made your name and reputation fall to the ground. Im sorry if i treated your friends rudely and made them angry with me or even hate me. Im sorry if i was always being stupid. I just hope that you will not get fed up with me and want to be single again. I hope that our relationship can last longer than the other ones i had. I know that you said you cant promise anything but i just hope everyday that you wont leave me one day when you finally get fed up of me. I myself is very scare of that honestly telling you. Im very sorry if i was tell you my things or i always talk cock until you are fed up listening to me. Im sorry if i made you moody or pissy for the day. I wanna say is today was a really great day i had with you. You really made me smile even i was in alot of problems in the past days and you really put a smile on my face today. I dunno i felt very happy being with you. I thought it would be very down and sad day but when i was with you. Everything changed and it was getting really happy and it was great you know. I love you alot and alot. And im sorry and i promise you that i will be a better man, guy, and boyfriend or even friend to you and your friends and to everyone else. Im very grateful and thankful that you are beside me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8482241495614036919?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8482241495614036919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8482241495614036919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8482241495614036919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8482241495614036919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-2010526135335745726</id><published>2008-08-07T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:28:30.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gwen's Birthdayyyy.</title><content type='html'>On 2nd of August.. Gwen held her party at her house which is beside Yong Sheng's house.. there were many people there and it was nice and when i got there they already sang the birthday song and blow the candles so i got no chance to sing the birthday song.. and we did not miss Gwen and her friend's dance.. hehehehehe.. It was a great party and in the afternoon My brother, Robyn and me went to aeon and walked around.. did not watch any movies.. and then we went to Gwen's house in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnOtrWlvKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/q9c-95enmVM/s1600-h/DSC08621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnOtrWlvKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/q9c-95enmVM/s320/DSC08621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439726294449314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnO1m_yMNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PHDIytUgn-s/s1600-h/DSC08625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnO1m_yMNI/AAAAAAAAAg4/PHDIytUgn-s/s320/DSC08625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231439862564008146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thier group picture !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPAG2zpXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D-CZ02_997w/s1600-h/DSC08623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPAG2zpXI/AAAAAAAAAhA/D-CZ02_997w/s320/DSC08623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440042914981234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPTbl49II/AAAAAAAAAhI/xefhs5NXZwg/s1600-h/DSC08622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPTbl49II/AAAAAAAAAhI/xefhs5NXZwg/s320/DSC08622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440374898685058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thier group picture again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPepbSyLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pbnvopSv6gI/s1600-h/DSC08629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPepbSyLI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/pbnvopSv6gI/s320/DSC08629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440567590897842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Ng and Nushka Lim !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPjTLFg-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/8popONDL4xw/s1600-h/DSC08626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPjTLFg-I/AAAAAAAAAhY/8popONDL4xw/s320/DSC08626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440647516685282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Seow and Nushka Lim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPt5EvYrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VuhvMjIc1PM/s1600-h/DSC08632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnPt5EvYrI/AAAAAAAAAhg/VuhvMjIc1PM/s320/DSC08632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231440829489308338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Pravind And Brian Daniel !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnP4bh9tyI/AAAAAAAAAho/bHLYsfUsVBw/s1600-h/DSC08630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnP4bh9tyI/AAAAAAAAAho/bHLYsfUsVBw/s320/DSC08630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441010537379618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and the half face Nush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQB7URGJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r-i8RWl5BYY/s1600-h/DSC08634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQB7URGJI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r-i8RWl5BYY/s320/DSC08634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441173688686738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQKizn8qI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X5Lpe-8EwGM/s1600-h/DSC08638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQKizn8qI/AAAAAAAAAh4/X5Lpe-8EwGM/s320/DSC08638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441321728144034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry's hand is on fire !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQTuG_FHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/STMJECJOTLk/s1600-h/DSC08643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQTuG_FHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/STMJECJOTLk/s320/DSC08643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441479380964466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preveen and blur picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQgfLQTHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/1g0ybAcb9Zg/s1600-h/DSC08635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQgfLQTHI/AAAAAAAAAiI/1g0ybAcb9Zg/s320/DSC08635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441698710637682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl ! My sister ! And me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQsADUZSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2QZa7QtsJVk/s1600-h/DSC08650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQsADUZSI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/2QZa7QtsJVk/s320/DSC08650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231441896514282786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQ1WyBbaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ox6JjK98OKw/s1600-h/DSC08651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQ1WyBbaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Ox6JjK98OKw/s320/DSC08651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231442057234574754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQ-Cah-hI/AAAAAAAAAig/UBbvyHQxPzs/s1600-h/DSC08654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnQ-Cah-hI/AAAAAAAAAig/UBbvyHQxPzs/s320/DSC08654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231442206386158098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the aunties took my seliper and went dunno where to do something so i had to go to esso mamak at 3 am plus without my selipers. It was fun looking at the aneh laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly not lastly. Happy Birthday Gwen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2010526135335745726?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2010526135335745726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2010526135335745726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2010526135335745726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2010526135335745726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/gwens-birthdayyyy.html' title='Gwen&apos;s Birthdayyyy.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnOtrWlvKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/q9c-95enmVM/s72-c/DSC08621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-2988870151447868744</id><published>2008-08-06T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T00:12:22.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Gin which is on the 5th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnKrtU0yjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Itl72ddk2Q/s1600-h/1_366303110l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnKrtU0yjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Itl72ddk2Q/s320/1_366303110l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231435294417668658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Juan Gin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nextt... is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eseong ! My long lost friend.. which is on the 6th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnL43ika2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xeEzcrfLSuk/s1600-h/1_826379830l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnL43ika2I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xeEzcrfLSuk/s320/1_826379830l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231436620009597794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acting cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is Mima which is also on 6th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnMGINmsBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/azx1ZfsqUWo/s1600-h/1_729779187l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnMGINmsBI/AAAAAAAAAgY/azx1ZfsqUWo/s320/1_729779187l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231436847823368210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next isss Kimberly Seow which is also on 6th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnMl9fpiGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AbVbkfRvXBQ/s1600-h/35524561359049l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnMl9fpiGI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AbVbkfRvXBQ/s320/35524561359049l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231437394702076002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimberly Joker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next isss Maxwell Yeoh which is also on 6th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnNR9JFavI/AAAAAAAAAgo/q6wEBDpRUrY/s1600-h/1_609964532l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnNR9JFavI/AAAAAAAAAgo/q6wEBDpRUrY/s320/1_609964532l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231438150521678578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So called first picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe.. I think this is all until today.. Make for more days to pass and i will wish more and wish wish wish !&lt;br /&gt;heheehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2988870151447868744?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2988870151447868744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2988870151447868744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2988870151447868744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2988870151447868744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays!'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_5PmsS7bSYx0/SJnKrtU0yjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/-Itl72ddk2Q/s72-c/1_366303110l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1739274758756497031.post-2848688451356832838</id><published>2008-08-06T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:41:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Robyn.</title><content type='html'>1.At what age you wish to marry?&lt;br /&gt;-At the age that im comfortable and sure with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Will you consider sexual relationships before marriage?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.List out two gifts you like to receive now.&lt;br /&gt;-A new hand phone.&lt;br /&gt;-A new wallet or computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Who did you text mostly lately?&lt;br /&gt;-Penny !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;-16 ! Not offically 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is the latest thing you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;-FOOD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.State 3 people of the opposite sex that first comes to your mind. Who will you mostly likely date?&lt;br /&gt;-Penny&lt;br /&gt;-Wynesse&lt;br /&gt;-Robyn&lt;br /&gt;-I dont think i will be dating Robyn or Wynesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;-A place that is full with sunshine and all my family members and friends can be there with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.How old do you think you will be parmanently owned by love?&lt;br /&gt;-You will never know when. So do i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;-Either 3 or 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Where is the latest restaurant you have dinner?&lt;br /&gt;-At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Name the latest book you bought?&lt;br /&gt;-I dunno i dont buy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Name your favourite game or sport.&lt;br /&gt;-Game is Counter Strike or Dota! Sport is Futsal or Volleyball or Basketball !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Name the first person that comes into your mind now.&lt;br /&gt;-Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;-Rome or England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;-Both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How do you judge someone? Appearance important?&lt;br /&gt;Attitude. And sometimes his apperance and cleaniness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.(BONUS) Point out 5 things about the person who tag you.&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Ng Mei Yin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Flat.&lt;br /&gt;2.Fat.&lt;br /&gt;3.Gong.&lt;br /&gt;4.My sister.&lt;br /&gt;5.Small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;nobody ! lazy la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-2848688451356832838?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2848688451356832838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=2848688451356832838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2848688451356832838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/2848688451356832838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-by-robyn.html' title='Tagged by Robyn.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-5405900194550474265</id><published>2008-08-06T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:57:33.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tujuh. Tagged after a long time.</title><content type='html'>fakta tentang saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.saya budak bodoh&lt;br /&gt;2.saya kelihatan bodoh&lt;br /&gt;3.saya suka tidur&lt;br /&gt;4.saya tak reti tulis bahasa cina&lt;br /&gt;5.saya tahu memasak&lt;br /&gt;6.saya tak reti bahasa tamil&lt;br /&gt;7.saya suka makan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang menakutkan saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.saya takut akan orang marah&lt;br /&gt;2.saya takut akan hantu&lt;br /&gt;3.saya takut akan orang besar&lt;br /&gt;4.saya takut akan bapa saya&lt;br /&gt;5.saya takut akan orang yang garang&lt;br /&gt;6.saya takut akan orang yang ganas&lt;br /&gt;7.saya takut akan hwen hsiao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lagu masa kini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Tito - Caile&lt;br /&gt;2.RumahHidup - Semuanya&lt;br /&gt;3.T-Sakit - Gereja&lt;br /&gt;4.T-Sakit - Bawah&lt;br /&gt;5.Timbatanah - Datang Semula&lt;br /&gt;6.Chris Coklat - Selamanya&lt;br /&gt;7.Chris Coklat - Cium cium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkataan yang selalu disebut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.bantai koo&lt;br /&gt;2.ko kenaper?&lt;br /&gt;3.ko ni diam la&lt;br /&gt;4.ko siaper?&lt;br /&gt;5.you giler?&lt;br /&gt;6.eh pundek&lt;br /&gt;7.giler sikit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 barang yang bernilai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.hwen hsiao&lt;br /&gt;2.abangku&lt;br /&gt;3.kakakku&lt;br /&gt;4.kawanku&lt;br /&gt;5.bapaku&lt;br /&gt;6.duitku&lt;br /&gt;7.telefonku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 pengalaman pertama dalam hidup saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.buat tag dalam bahasa melayu&lt;br /&gt;2.minum arak&lt;br /&gt;3.pergi clubbing&lt;br /&gt;4.menyani depan ramai orang&lt;br /&gt;5.buat giler&lt;br /&gt;6.buat bodoh&lt;br /&gt;7.memasak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 orang bertuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.hwen hsiao&lt;br /&gt;2.saya&lt;br /&gt;3.saya&lt;br /&gt;4.saya&lt;br /&gt;5.saya&lt;br /&gt;6.saya&lt;br /&gt;7.saya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-5405900194550474265?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/5405900194550474265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=5405900194550474265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5405900194550474265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/5405900194550474265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/tujuh-tagged-after-long-time.html' title='Tujuh. Tagged after a long time.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-6928938386237449296</id><published>2008-08-01T01:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:18:47.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge its book by its cover.</title><content type='html'>Boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. why everybody is just the same? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. they just like to do that? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. cant they just realise or they are too perfect to realise? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. i guess they are just full with themselves till they forget where they stand? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. people judging one another? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. people looking down on one another? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. people just say it for the fun? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. people just say it because its there? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. why just they get a little mature? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. why everybody is this like? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. if just people understand.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. they would just realise and try to be a little mature? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. maybe they dont even know the pain and the experience? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. they all think its so easy? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. try to think again? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. try to give a little face? boring.. boring.. boring.. maybe effort? boring.. boring.. maybe time? boring.. boring.. boring.. one day they will regret? boring.. boring.. boring.. one day is when? boring.. boring.. boring.. by that time its already too late? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring or maybe it is just doom's day by that time? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. nobody will understand? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. some will but in the end they are all still the same as usual.. boring.. boring.. boring.. so it doesnt even make a difference? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. cant feel pain or sad? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. not a single sense of pain and a single droplet of tears? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. its becoming normal now.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. should have just get used to it since last time.. boring.. boring.. boring.. effort? time? think again? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. what are they? boring.. boring.. boring.. boring.. my blog is boring..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-6928938386237449296?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/6928938386237449296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=6928938386237449296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6928938386237449296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/6928938386237449296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/08/judge-its-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Judge its book by its cover.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-10700460243793905</id><published>2008-07-31T01:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T01:32:25.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy = Miang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Randy Means &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;img src="http://blogthings.cachefly.net/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-10700460243793905?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/10700460243793905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=10700460243793905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/10700460243793905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/10700460243793905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/randy-miang.html' title='Randy = Miang?'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-69179819709062832</id><published>2008-07-22T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:27:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything can be done.</title><content type='html'>There is no such thing in this world saying that we humans are different from one another.. all humans are created by God equally and evenly.. there is no such thing comparing one another because we are all the same.. its just some of us just didnt really take the time and do what we wanna do and end up failing in it and feeling sad and regret and started saying that they suck and they cant do it.. everybody can do anything.. they just need to put thier heart in it and try thier best to do it without knowing the sense of giving up.. we are all the same.. we are all equals.. we are all even.. our attitude and appearence might be different but deep inside our heart and soul we are the same.. God wont be unfair to us creating us to be different that we cant do things that other people can do.. If that person can do it so can you.. the choice is always in your hands to take up the challenge to learn it up anot.. it doesnt matter how tall you are.. it doesnt matter how heavy you are.. it doesnt matter are you good enough.. it doesnt matter anything.. if we just put our effort and heart into doing something.. im sure we can achieve what we wanna achieve in life.. and everything in this world is imposible.. we humans can make things be possible.. the choice is always belongs in our hands.. Good or bad is also in our hands.. its always up to us to make the decision and conclusion of our lifes.. God is just watching us doing it.. and coming to guide us at certain times and at difficult times.. but most of the time its up to your own hands.. own energy.. own effort and own determination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-69179819709062832?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/69179819709062832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=69179819709062832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/69179819709062832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/69179819709062832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/everything-can-be-done.html' title='Everything can be done.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-8340492511676600502</id><published>2008-07-15T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T00:45:37.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Always do and always will.</title><content type='html'>I just have to go on and on with my life and not care less what is happening around me.. thats all i can put in my mind now.. thats all i can do for now.. just let things chill down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-8340492511676600502?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8340492511676600502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=8340492511676600502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8340492511676600502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/8340492511676600502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/always-do-and-always-will.html' title='Always do and always will.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1739274758756497031.post-1164819917146004465</id><published>2008-07-11T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T00:27:01.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.</title><content type='html'>What is happiness? I dont feel happy nowadays.. Its like everything is dissapearing one by one and everyone is leaving one by one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1739274758756497031-1164819917146004465?l=fromthepastrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1164819917146004465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1739274758756497031&amp;postID=1164819917146004465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/1164819917146004465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1739274758756497031/posts/default/1164819917146004465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromthepastrs.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness.'/><author><name>R A N D Y S W E E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402509280890778875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
