<?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-7589280359813272342</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:12:29.134+08:00</updated><category term='livethelife.'/><category term='Not your yanhong anymore.'/><category term='fixyou.'/><category term='endendend'/><category term='people told me its a correct choice i made.'/><category term='fly high'/><title type='text'>mess up :]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>169</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1535859452839287891</id><published>2010-05-30T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:25:18.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abandon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I ABANDON THIS BLOG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://flyawaydreams.tumblr.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1535859452839287891?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1535859452839287891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1535859452839287891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1535859452839287891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1535859452839287891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/abandon.html' title='abandon'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4163782579545105210</id><published>2010-05-26T16:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:17:12.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a look at your reflection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_zmdTghiuI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1sRH9OmW7RE/s1600/1273128011796132.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_zmdTghiuI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1sRH9OmW7RE/s400/1273128011796132.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475504638102964962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know how different are we? We're different in attitude. I dont see why you should drag people's mood down with your oh-i-am-dying mood. like come on, share your freaking problems if you want to. BUT if you dont want to share then just bottle up but don't think that nothing gonna happens or no one gonna notice it. Do you know just how irritating this can be? Im not saying that your're irritating or anything, its your view on things. You tend to think the negative side without fail, everytime you meet a problem. Worst thing, the problem is such a tenny weeny little one. So why? Just why? Why must you torture your freaking self like that? Why must you torture your friends like that? Fun uh? You love making people worried about you? Have you ever think that problems are meant to be solve? Why can't you just clear your head, sit down, have a coffee, think it over &amp; come up with a solution? Is it that difficult? But isnt it better than cursing &amp; swearing which didn't even help with the problem? im sure as long as you're willing to open up your mouth, lots of people can help you. I hate seeing my friend like that, but you need a harsh wake up call. You can hate me for all you want, i don't give a fucking damn. I said all this because you're such a changed person due to your whatever problems. I don't like to visit the topic again &amp; again, like "ohh, just tell me whats wrong?".  If you don't want to help yourself by talking first, i bet no one can help you because they can't read your mind, they don't know what are you thinking, how you want things done. So come on, learn to control your emotions. the rest is up to you to decide. its your life, your fate. Whatever you do, its for your life. Please make a effort to do things, don't give up. &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, you just gonna live life to its fullest, because life, itself is beautiful. &lt;/strong&gt; And in life, there will confirm be problems, all you have to do, is solve them. Thats all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, grace, im talking about you all along.&lt;br /&gt;This post is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im done with ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; im okay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4163782579545105210?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4163782579545105210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4163782579545105210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4163782579545105210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4163782579545105210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/take-look-at-your-reflection.html' title='Take a look at your reflection.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_zmdTghiuI/AAAAAAAAAvc/1sRH9OmW7RE/s72-c/1273128011796132.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-388871447905896908</id><published>2010-05-25T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:21:43.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>row till you drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_vTiwrx6gI/AAAAAAAAAvU/SIyDQOY5TfE/s1600/DSC015711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_vTiwrx6gI/AAAAAAAAAvU/SIyDQOY5TfE/s320/DSC015711.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475202366136510978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_vTh5JJCBI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1St_cUijJz8/s1600/DSC015721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_vTh5JJCBI/AAAAAAAAAvM/1St_cUijJz8/s320/DSC015721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475202351227275282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is awesomezxsc (!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;Physics SPA was quite okay though i screwed up here &amp; there. But at least i managed to connect my circuit!(thats sort of counted as a big achievement. :D) anyway, today is basically full of talks ah &amp; seriously, i can't stand those long winded teachers, they just simply love to dragggggggggggggg people's time. ARGH! damnit irritating, you know. but dragon boat after school at bedok reservoir is cool, it really bring back a lot of sec 2 OLE's memories. And i actually feel the class spirit when we shout "Up down up down" over &amp; over again. I can almost literally feel SP dragon boat's motto in us ; One stroke, one heart. I had fun splashing the others with water, scooping up water from the boat &amp; accidentally wet afiq's backside, asking fir if he could stop playing with the oar, shouting bad stuffs about Mr. Tan though he can't hear us, trying to bribe the instructor but to no avail, balancing the boat with gab &amp; amos &amp; alvin in it, rowing through the 250m race, screaming 'rockz on'. HAHA! Although we didnt qualified for the race tomorrow, dragon boat is just so awesome plus awesome. (: AND we had an idea of renting a dragon boat tomorrow &amp; interupt the whole race, thats just how bad 4E5 can be. LOL! just kidding. Tmr im gonna run for cross-country. E5, E5 ALL THE WAY! C:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-388871447905896908?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/388871447905896908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=388871447905896908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/388871447905896908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/388871447905896908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/row-till-you-drop.html' title='row till you drop'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_vTiwrx6gI/AAAAAAAAAvU/SIyDQOY5TfE/s72-c/DSC015711.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4141381343556669212</id><published>2010-05-24T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T15:17:04.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you may have noticed, i'm not all there myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_onYiqYyxI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1fyH4GYk0X0/s1600/1255577233872332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_onYiqYyxI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1fyH4GYk0X0/s400/1255577233872332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474731599597194002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me that ten years from today, &lt;br /&gt;you will remember the days we spent catching butterfiles &amp; counting planes. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4141381343556669212?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4141381343556669212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4141381343556669212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4141381343556669212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4141381343556669212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-may-have-noticed-im-not-all-there.html' title='you may have noticed, i&apos;m not all there myself.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_onYiqYyxI/AAAAAAAAAvE/1fyH4GYk0X0/s72-c/1255577233872332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8267021663333514923</id><published>2010-05-23T19:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:54:58.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to say goodbye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb12sqtCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zSFiMdeO2ik/s1600/29878_394538441241_521371241_4322784_4532156_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb12sqtCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zSFiMdeO2ik/s400/29878_394538441241_521371241_4322784_4532156_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437434075427874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21.05.10 stepping down day (taken after all the waterworks.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, African Day ; 22.05.10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb1uJovLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nhm0OTEJSNs/s1600/Dsc01437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb1uJovLI/AAAAAAAAAu0/nhm0OTEJSNs/s400/Dsc01437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437431781014706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fucking bitch son. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb1OzFP9I/AAAAAAAAAus/5S3hjRFQLDg/s1600/Dsc01444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb1OzFP9I/AAAAAAAAAus/5S3hjRFQLDg/s400/Dsc01444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437423364915154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My brother, philemon. ♥&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb0sI_G4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/FgJ0HegjmAk/s1600/Dsc01445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb0sI_G4I/AAAAAAAAAuk/FgJ0HegjmAk/s400/Dsc01445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437414061546370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My section mate for 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb0NWEvCI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TpB7gVOQVvA/s1600/Dsc01446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb0NWEvCI/AAAAAAAAAuc/TpB7gVOQVvA/s400/Dsc01446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474437405794941986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Band,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Im so gonna miss this band. 4 years here, all the tears, joy, laughter, anger, happiness could be seen from this band. Guess i'll not be touching the trumpet for quite some time yeah. Wellz, i just gonna hope that this Band grow better &amp; better, and do the alumni &amp; sir proud. the future of this band lies in the members' hands. Play with your mind &amp; soul, touch your audience. Enjoy your music. Bond together as a family so that your sounds can be blend in with each other too. WORK HARD FOR NEXT YEAR SYF! :D If you guys dont work hard, im so gonna screw you guys upside down, inside out, from all directions. &amp; Of course, i'll chop off your balls (Provided you've any). But in any case, just work hard, push yourself to the limit. Believe in miracle. Make Ahmad Ibrahim Concert Band the silver band again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;AICB, I ♥ YOU! &lt;br /&gt;Ahmad Ibrahim Concert Band's Motto :&lt;br /&gt;Music From The Heart Is Most Pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With loves,&lt;br /&gt;Band Major 2009-2010,&lt;br /&gt;yanhong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8267021663333514923?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8267021663333514923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8267021663333514923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8267021663333514923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8267021663333514923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Hard to say goodbye.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_kb12sqtCI/AAAAAAAAAu8/zSFiMdeO2ik/s72-c/29878_394538441241_521371241_4322784_4532156_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1595838826667560402</id><published>2010-05-19T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:24:45.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not completely here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_PX3cGCAgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bfY0vzCrQfM/s1600/1268049198997337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_PX3cGCAgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bfY0vzCrQfM/s400/1268049198997337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472955319619551746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF I DON'T WATCH "THE LAST SONG" TOMORROW, I THINK I'LL DIE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh suckshitholygod, there's some forum chat thingy for class leaders till 4.30pm. That means i need to catch the late afternoon movie of "The Last Song".  eeeeeewwwwwwwwwwww. don't feel like going for the forum chat, kinda waste my time yeah. -.- another thing is, i can't believe im still blogging now when i should be studying on my freakingggggg cheena. &lt;strong&gt;CHINESE, YOU SUCKS BIG TIME!&lt;/strong&gt; mum is pinning high hopes for my O level chinese to get a A1. &lt;strong&gt;IM SO GONNA BE SOME CHINESE GEEK FOR THESE 2 WEEKS UNTIL THE CHINESE O LEVEL PAPERS ARE OVER!&lt;/strong&gt; Xie fuzhen will be my 'lover' for these 2 weeks. WOLALA! chinese, here i come. HAHAHA! okay time to do the chinese practice paper given. (ultimate EEEEWWWWWW!) :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1595838826667560402?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1595838826667560402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1595838826667560402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1595838826667560402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1595838826667560402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-completely-here.html' title='not completely here.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_PX3cGCAgI/AAAAAAAAAuM/bfY0vzCrQfM/s72-c/1268049198997337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8174046495798522057</id><published>2010-05-18T19:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:29:56.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was all just a fantasy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate the morning, because i know what they bring,&lt;br /&gt;I hate goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I hate these tears in my eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_KFdc4KhnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fX6cDra_1oc/s1600/1265513219462112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_KFdc4KhnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fX6cDra_1oc/s400/1265513219462112.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472583238223038066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;wellz, today &amp; yesterday really not fucking right. Recalling yesterday, one second i was fine, holding on my a.maths paper and the next second, i was hugging hwee with fat tears dripping down my face as if a frozen pipe had burst in each of my eyeballs. Yesterday was horrible shit! Today wasnt any better though i didnt cry. im not pleased with my results except for geography. But at least, i passed chemistry (finally worth my 3 hours of sleep with hideous eye bags). And yeah, mum's coming down for PTM. &lt;strong&gt;im so so so deaddddddddddddd mannnnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;/strong&gt; Fingers crossed that dad dont wanna go for PTM, or i would be worst off than dead. mum said she not gonna scold me, and she surprised me with just 'study hard'. guess i really disappointed her this time? ohhhh waittttt waitttt waittttt, i disappointed her many more times than that. hah, sorry mum &amp; dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buy it, use it, break it, fix it, change it, mail-upgrade it, charge it, point it, zoom it, press it, snap it, work it, quick-erase it, write it, cut it, paste it, save it, load it, check it, quick-rewrite it, plug it, play it, burn it, rip it, drag &amp; drop it, zip-unzip it, lock it, fill it, call it, find it, view it, code it, jam-unlock it, surf it, scroll it, pause it, click it, cross it, crack it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished i could do all this actions to &lt;strong&gt;studies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be strong now, because things will get better. It might be stormy now, but it can't rain forever. (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8174046495798522057?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8174046495798522057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8174046495798522057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8174046495798522057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8174046495798522057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-was-all-just-fantasy.html' title='it was all just a fantasy.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_KFdc4KhnI/AAAAAAAAAuE/fX6cDra_1oc/s72-c/1265513219462112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5043311755580537239</id><published>2010-05-17T17:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T18:37:10.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love don't equals to forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trying to picture the tomorrow in you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_EWMN6UljI/AAAAAAAAAt8/b-Y9LlZtPDI/s1600/31510_1438537246452_1323655503_1148497_2594723_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_EWMN6UljI/AAAAAAAAAt8/b-Y9LlZtPDI/s400/31510_1438537246452_1323655503_1148497_2594723_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472179421380384306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He looks retarded in this photo, but who cares.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is his birthday. happy birthday to my ex son, hazzry binte wasabi! HAHA! best wishes. stay happy always, &lt;strong&gt;EAT MORE CAKEEEEEE &amp; GROW FATTER &lt;/strong&gt;(you're way too skinny)! i think i did this birthday greetings three times already but who cares as long as i like it. LOL! Well, this guy whose birthday is today made me realised a lot of things yeah, from being a normal person to a friend to a buddy to a mummy to a ex mummy. I can say in the process, i learnt loads of things that sort of made me a better person today. yes, he taught me a lot of things including cute vulgar words like "OMGWTFBBQ" and even the msn emotion icon 'jiaobin icon'! guess its fun time spent all along with him. Without him, there wont be a better yanhong today. I also gotten many priceless things from him, like laughter, joy, smile, tears, happiness, sadness. :D so i suppose you ought to be given a thank you from me? Thanks! BE A HAPPY MAN! peace out, ex son. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch the stars shine for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Dear diary, today sucks. ): im not happy with certain matters or rather 3 matters. 3 BIG MATTERS! &amp; someone is showing her bloody PMS attitude recently. well, all i can say is, i seriously dont feel like even approaching you to ask whats wrong. All you know is to keep quiet and think that nothing happens while you're ignoring us. YOU THINK THIS KIND OF GAME IS AWESOME?! If so, me &amp; hwee are willing to play this game with you till the end. lets see how long is cold war gonna last. If you wanna talk, just talk then. Im so not gonna bother or think so much/deeply, all this is not worth my energy. i've much more better things to do. I got tired of trying to figure out what you're thinking when all you do is to shut yourself out &amp; take it as though you dont know us. The game has come to its climax now. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5043311755580537239?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5043311755580537239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5043311755580537239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5043311755580537239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5043311755580537239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/love-dont-equals-to-forever.html' title='Love don&apos;t equals to forever.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S_EWMN6UljI/AAAAAAAAAt8/b-Y9LlZtPDI/s72-c/31510_1438537246452_1323655503_1148497_2594723_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3672311140497520925</id><published>2010-05-15T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:30:13.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My castle, My fort.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh FUCKKKKK, my sister, SU YANPIN is stalking my freaking blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3672311140497520925?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3672311140497520925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3672311140497520925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3672311140497520925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3672311140497520925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-castle-my-fort.html' title='My castle, My fort.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3581737703784484198</id><published>2010-05-14T19:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:33:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good, Bad &amp; Undecided.</title><content type='html'>Today is officially the day that i chuck my everything-to-the-back-with-a-hairband hairstyle because EXAMS OVER! I repeat : EXAMS OVERRRRRRRRRR (!!) HAHA! Anyway, the 5 leaders went to bedok reservoir today. We kinda had loads of fun getting lost, waiting for hady to finish shitting, for alizul to top up his EZ link card with NETS, touching kamal's muscles, looking at zul's big eyes (wondering why his eyes so big), sharing dirty little secrets &amp; turning up as the last group there. (Y) i cant tahan the weather &amp; i know hwee cant tahan too. well, hers in a rather worse case, MY POOR SISTA ALMOST FAINT, yknow. So you people better show more concern to her so i'll whack you. hwee &amp; I completed freaking a 4km walk with tee. ITS SO AWESOMESZXC! we talked, cracked cold jokes, took photos, searched for fishes, hwee threw stones at tee, it all sum up to be a whole bunch of fun. A great start to the end of exams. i likeeeeeeeee. Then went home in bus with tee. btw i just realised today that kamal got great strength. HAHA! anyway, here's some of the photos hwee took. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02isZCcnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogqXud4M1K4/s1600/IMG_4331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02isZCcnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogqXud4M1K4/s400/IMG_4331.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471089091984650866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02iHABPgI/AAAAAAAAAts/3Oi2I7tNQWA/s1600/IMG_4378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02iHABPgI/AAAAAAAAAts/3Oi2I7tNQWA/s400/IMG_4378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471089081947602434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hwASW0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/nUimOT9C4XY/s1600/IMG_4359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hwASW0I/AAAAAAAAAtk/nUimOT9C4XY/s400/IMG_4359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471089075774708546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hp_UyeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/l5gsnPRW-BY/s1600/IMG_4377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hp_UyeI/AAAAAAAAAtc/l5gsnPRW-BY/s400/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471089074160060898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hKDvS4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/nNTjfF5kauY/s1600/IMG_4342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02hKDvS4I/AAAAAAAAAtU/nNTjfF5kauY/s400/IMG_4342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471089065588640642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Hwee, Hong ♥ You! &lt;br /&gt;Credits : hwee ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3581737703784484198?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3581737703784484198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3581737703784484198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3581737703784484198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3581737703784484198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-bad-undecided.html' title='Good, Bad &amp; Undecided.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-02isZCcnI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ogqXud4M1K4/s72-c/IMG_4331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8990569378696166888</id><published>2010-05-12T16:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:00:15.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psUBFJHFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lXAJP-yRfYE/s1600/IMAGE_311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psUBFJHFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lXAJP-yRfYE/s400/IMAGE_311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470303788538076242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psTzuqjaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/QNX0bteUMWI/s1600/IMAGE_313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psTzuqjaI/AAAAAAAAAs8/QNX0bteUMWI/s400/IMAGE_313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470303784954138018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psTg0NqyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/nzGOMBlKlNc/s1600/IMAGE_315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psTg0NqyI/AAAAAAAAAs0/nzGOMBlKlNc/s400/IMAGE_315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470303779877137186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To : jianwei, my beloved idiotic baby brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEYYYYYY idiotic asshole, today is finally your freaking 10th birthday. i hope ya enjoying your day eating so much things. continue eating more chocolates, grow fatter &amp; &lt;strong&gt;love me moreeeeeeeeee&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks for being such an awesome little brother for 10 years. though sometimes i wished i could abandon you or mum would sell you away to some faraway place. HAHA! but there is fun times with you too. i still remember times when we delievered punches on to each other's faces, going against dad, challenging each other on our bikes, watching you do funny actions, singing justin bieber's 'baby' together over &amp; over again, playing tricks, sliding down the slide of baby pool, eating like some greedy pigs, sharing of snacks, ghost movies together, playground games, violent love, boosting about your soccer matches. HAHA! in case, i get long-winded again, i better end this here. so yeah, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt; best wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ♥ you !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psdkZoNZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/_BDsB2fvAxk/s1600/IMAGE_310a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psdkZoNZI/AAAAAAAAAtM/_BDsB2fvAxk/s400/IMAGE_310a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470303952638064018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8990569378696166888?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8990569378696166888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8990569378696166888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8990569378696166888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8990569378696166888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/blessings.html' title='blessings.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-psUBFJHFI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lXAJP-yRfYE/s72-c/IMAGE_311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6874036122590326085</id><published>2010-05-11T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:53:58.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you fight hard for what you want.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-knffTDPRI/AAAAAAAAAss/RSGZLoPb4oQ/s1600/0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-knffTDPRI/AAAAAAAAAss/RSGZLoPb4oQ/s400/0000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469946644349009170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, i make it through chemistry paper 2 today. i pretty much thought the paper has a intention of killing me big time. so much for only sleeping 3 hours last night. so much for waking up at 4am today. so much for my effort. in the end, i think i will still flunk it. Chemistry don't seems to like me. okay, this is a mutual feeling. i don't like chemistry too. oh pfft. weeee, just gonna keep fighting. like what hwee said, "everything is alright." guess i just have to wait for the results &amp; the day i dread loads (PTM). BRING IT ON, BABY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6874036122590326085?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6874036122590326085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6874036122590326085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6874036122590326085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6874036122590326085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-you-fight-hard-for-what-you-want.html' title='when you fight hard for what you want.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-knffTDPRI/AAAAAAAAAss/RSGZLoPb4oQ/s72-c/0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8012578125263938154</id><published>2010-05-09T08:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:48:56.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its you that coursing through my veins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-YDmpZ1lPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nbFqNfJzZSg/s1600/1270399475239181.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-YDmpZ1lPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nbFqNfJzZSg/s400/1270399475239181.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469062759972181234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know how to choose between you and you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Love is scars on your knees, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your mouth, staying in a locked room, numerous stories, body remains on train track, geography love, the dampness in your hair, superman, pinkies hooked, batman, the ballet shoes you had ever since you were six, the music to both of your ears, a careless mess of words, 12am sleep, the topic based on talk, kisses you blow, clothes you wear, the flaky paint on your walls, your sensitive teeth, fairy tales, telling lies, watching people around you, memorising &amp; stuffs, penguins lovers, bangs, falling due to no friction, guess &amp; check, sweetness, blacking out from consuming too much alcohol, multiple parties desired, screaming &amp; shouting out of your window in the middle of the night, undeserved success &amp; recognition, the sweets you offered, the coffee you digest on daily basis, caring for the Earth, little kids, development, the pain you inflict, defending each other no matter what, my dreams, the bubblegum stuck under desks, your lovely niece, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcakes, sick jokes, recycleable materials, getting out of bed just to reply your message, dishevelled hair &amp; smeared lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Love is,&lt;br /&gt;You, I, and a careless mixture of everything else we worry about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is shit without you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8012578125263938154?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8012578125263938154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8012578125263938154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8012578125263938154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8012578125263938154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-you-that-coursing-through-my-veins.html' title='Its you that coursing through my veins'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-YDmpZ1lPI/AAAAAAAAAsk/nbFqNfJzZSg/s72-c/1270399475239181.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6285745397177711480</id><published>2010-05-07T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T21:43:37.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking back my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;One day you'll realize that the fairytale might be slightly different from what you dreamed. The castle, well it may not be a castle. And it's not so important to be happy ever after, just that it's happy right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6285745397177711480?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6285745397177711480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6285745397177711480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6285745397177711480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6285745397177711480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/taking-back-my-love.html' title='taking back my love.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2715523328476757430</id><published>2010-05-05T16:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:26:55.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is such a fucking killer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-EqHXH7E4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/cp3DJhUayNk/s1600/1265515052160408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-EqHXH7E4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/cp3DJhUayNk/s400/1265515052160408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467697728559190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So not true, i just did a whole chuck of shit in school today. Well, all those papers, go f yourself. and screw all those brain blocks. I give up on making effort to wake up early in the morning to study. Screwed. Fuck. Damn. Chuck. Rawr. Argh. Hmph. Ahhhh. Middle finger. Exams. You. Are. Such. A. Bitch. Slut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys have gotten see something interesting i've right here. hmmm, not really that interesting but im sure it a entertainment for your eyes. Samuel sent this to me, so guess that i should share this awesome thing with everyone else viewing my blog. Take a look at this unglam moment. Samuel should send this into some photo taking competition, bet he will win some prize. Woolala. IM GONNA CATCH THIS PERSON ON MORE UNGLAM MOMENTS SOON! hahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-EqYXty8II/AAAAAAAAAsc/5OdZkA4YRbA/s1600/SNC00018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-EqYXty8II/AAAAAAAAAsc/5OdZkA4YRbA/s400/SNC00018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467698020775817346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here goes,&lt;br /&gt;Gab CB HAIRRRRR aka Asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;yanhong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2715523328476757430?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2715523328476757430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2715523328476757430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2715523328476757430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2715523328476757430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-such-fucking-killer.html' title='life is such a fucking killer.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S-EqHXH7E4I/AAAAAAAAAsU/cp3DJhUayNk/s72-c/1265515052160408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5028391895951291740</id><published>2010-04-29T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T18:07:18.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you won't here,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9laGUk2YyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Jr0pxl2dTM0/s1600/1267709298788777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9laGUk2YyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Jr0pxl2dTM0/s400/1267709298788777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465498687439790882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night chats, little teasing, dozing off in the middle of everything, cursing &amp; swearing on teachers, violent 'actions', kicking, cutting up &amp; cooking, asking of thousand &amp; one questions, refusing to sleep early, the everyday-must-ask question, guessing game, very strong superman, midnight, universal studios someday, 3 months long silence broken, staying in each other's life. (Y) i likeeeeeeeee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Mohamed Zakir Ng, i want ice cream, lolipop, fattening mac meals, superman balloons &amp; a ride on the merry-go-round. :D small girls deserve all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5028391895951291740?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5028391895951291740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5028391895951291740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5028391895951291740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5028391895951291740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-you-wont-here.html' title='if you won&apos;t here,'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9laGUk2YyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/Jr0pxl2dTM0/s72-c/1267709298788777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1913105253574077937</id><published>2010-04-27T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:54:01.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scream &amp; chop your head off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:600%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHUCK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I chose superman! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1913105253574077937?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1913105253574077937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1913105253574077937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1913105253574077937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1913105253574077937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/scream-chop-your-head-off.html' title='scream &amp; chop your head off.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3357930505124092173</id><published>2010-04-27T17:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T17:34:49.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time, its either superman or batman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9aveOwFeWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fPRB5nxeIEw/s1600/1270032662682108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9aveOwFeWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fPRB5nxeIEw/s400/1270032662682108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464748131751393634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time its really confusing to make any decisions.&lt;br /&gt;so for now, its just dust rolling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;no more little pinky &amp; thumb together. &lt;br /&gt;purely dust. So lets see how it collect. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3357930505124092173?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3357930505124092173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3357930505124092173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3357930505124092173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3357930505124092173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-time-its-either-superman-or-batman.html' title='this time, its either superman or batman.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S9aveOwFeWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/fPRB5nxeIEw/s72-c/1270032662682108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4761961815521950515</id><published>2010-04-21T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:06:34.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you aint straight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S87IZfIdl4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/QuM60b2O6sA/s1600/126778414032769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S87IZfIdl4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/QuM60b2O6sA/s400/126778414032769.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462523738226268034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get this once &amp; for all straight, for the very last time. but i presumed no matter how straight i talked to you, you will never get it straight, because you aint straight. HAHAHA! -.- you aint some great person, you know. so, i see no point in worshipping you, i might as well worship someone called batman. you're wasting everyone's time, with your innocent bimbotic "I dont know" answers. If its your fault why cant you admit it, is it so freaking hard to own up?! Its not as if that when you own up to something, a lion will leap at you and eat you up right? Sometimes, you make me wonders if you've a heart. And sometimes, i got the urge to shout "Can you stop looking at me with your fucked up face!" directly in your face. If you dont understand the meaning of friends then why made friends? You might as well say "I made friends for the sake of making friends". Friends dont push the blame around. Friends dont do backstab jobs to each other. Friends dont hide secrets. Friends know how to share. Friends know how to make each other happy. Friends dont forsake each other. Friends dont run away when the other party is in trouble. Friends stand side by side. Friends know what the other party needs. I feel so much happier when you aint my friend. I feel safe leaving my wallet/ phone/ any personal items around, because i know no one will just take them without permission. I feel safe when im texting someone, without you looking at my texts. I hate it when you cant change your bad habits. I hate it when you're being too curious. I hate it when you dont know where to draw the line. I hate it when you're too greedy. I hate it when you wants to have the whole world to yourself. I hate it when you stare at me for no reason. I hate it when you give your famous innocent look. I hate it when you got me into trouble. I hate it when everyone is speaking up for you. I hate it when no one understands the situation. I hate it when no one encounters the pain you inflicted on me. I hate it when You didnt give your 100% love. I hate it when you play with others' feelings. I hate it when you make yourself up as a saint. I hate it when i've to talk to you. I hate it when you're one metre around me. I hate it when you know too much of my secrets. &lt;strong&gt;I love it when im no longer friends with you. &lt;/strong&gt; i still stand firm to my decision because this isnt the wrong decision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i seriously hope you hate me. &lt;br /&gt;So please hate me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never explain yourself to anyone because the person who likes you doesn't need it &amp; the person who dislikes you won't believe it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4761961815521950515?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4761961815521950515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4761961815521950515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4761961815521950515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4761961815521950515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-aint-straight.html' title='you aint straight.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S87IZfIdl4I/AAAAAAAAAr8/QuM60b2O6sA/s72-c/126778414032769.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1746169474715272156</id><published>2010-04-20T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:39:22.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whack your fatless legs,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S82uMEMgqnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w9I2qMeyIw4/s1600/1268453095411976.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S82uMEMgqnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w9I2qMeyIw4/s400/1268453095411976.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462213445378157170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;except you dont have a dick.&lt;br /&gt;STUFF YOUR HEAD INSIDE THE SILVER BIN! &lt;br /&gt;you could be happy if you shut up once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the other someone ;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me whack you. :D&lt;br /&gt;Full-stop.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna share any further informaton here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1746169474715272156?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1746169474715272156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1746169474715272156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1746169474715272156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1746169474715272156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/whack-your-fatless-legs.html' title='whack your fatless legs,'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S82uMEMgqnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/w9I2qMeyIw4/s72-c/1268453095411976.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6602168941300636046</id><published>2010-04-19T19:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:49:40.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yellow your yellow mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVrrAP-ntMc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVrrAP-ntMc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was called yellow.&lt;br /&gt;your heart, mind, skin, soul, lungs, kidneys, nose, ears, eyes, ass, eyebrows, hair, legs, hands, palms, bones, teeth, lips, tongue, arms, knees, toes, belly button, tummy, neck, fingernails &amp; they're all &lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt; like the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Look up the &lt;strong&gt;sky&lt;/strong&gt;, Look at the stars, Look how they shine for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6602168941300636046?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6602168941300636046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6602168941300636046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6602168941300636046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6602168941300636046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/yellow-your-yellow-mind.html' title='yellow your yellow mind.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-118483102309412734</id><published>2010-04-18T19:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T20:26:02.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty. little. style. whore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8r4Fw9LH6I/AAAAAAAAArs/eohIgFJi7yQ/s1600/127001261115310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8r4Fw9LH6I/AAAAAAAAArs/eohIgFJi7yQ/s400/127001261115310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461450276064665506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is some days when time leave me, &amp; i stop breathing instantly. Thats how scary life can get. One moment, you feel as though time is drained out of you &amp; the next, its slowly coming back. And you slowly regained your breathing &amp; heartbeat, only to find that you're a different person once again. you've to do every dirty little task once again, only that each time its a different reaction &amp; feeling. The feeling of when you seek &amp; destroy. Time leaving again so here goes, Breathe, yanhong, breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, im glad i was there when my dickless hubby/wife needs me the most. Trying to make her stop crying through the phone seems like the most difficult task on Earth. but at least in the end, everything worked out well. :D&lt;br /&gt;F. dickless hubby/wife ; &lt;br /&gt;just remember "what comes around, goes around." Whatever people did to you now, you dont have to lift a single finger to do anything, not even to point your middle finger. you dont have to say anything, not even 'Fuck you'. Just believe, that one day, god will give them back whatever bullshit they give to you. Whatever they said behind your back or accused you of, just tell yourself that you did none of that. Stay strong! Smile! Show them your bloody awesome to the power of 1000000 teeth. Be happy when they least expected you to. I'll do anything i could to make things better. :) Plus remember I LOVE YOU FOREVER! And i meant it, okay?! Im married to you forever as long as the friendship band is tied to my leg. HAHA! and i promised i won't snip it off even if my teacher wants me to. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, asshole bitch! ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Change is never easy. &lt;br /&gt;You fight to hold on. &lt;br /&gt;You fight to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Daniel Stern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :&lt;br /&gt;Hwee ;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BETTER TAKE A PHOTO WITH ME DURING CIP HOR! OR I MIGHT TURN EVIL. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-118483102309412734?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/118483102309412734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=118483102309412734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/118483102309412734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/118483102309412734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/dirty-little-style-whore.html' title='dirty. little. style. whore.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8r4Fw9LH6I/AAAAAAAAArs/eohIgFJi7yQ/s72-c/127001261115310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4105809197772629629</id><published>2010-04-16T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:15:09.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>having the time of your life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8hUmtL0zHI/AAAAAAAAArk/XIAQRmFHsig/s1600/1246076199810912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8hUmtL0zHI/AAAAAAAAArk/XIAQRmFHsig/s400/1246076199810912.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460707572127681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no whenever you don't want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you're doing here. Believe in kissing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eve Ensler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4105809197772629629?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4105809197772629629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4105809197772629629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4105809197772629629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4105809197772629629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/having-time-of-your-life.html' title='having the time of your life.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8hUmtL0zHI/AAAAAAAAArk/XIAQRmFHsig/s72-c/1246076199810912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8079044555548805552</id><published>2010-04-12T17:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:07:20.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of pride &amp; celebration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=Dsc00972.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/Dsc00972.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a great late night out finally.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it feels almost as great as dancing in the rain. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=Dsc00953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/Dsc00953.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8079044555548805552?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8079044555548805552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8079044555548805552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8079044555548805552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8079044555548805552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/of-pride-celebration.html' title='of pride &amp; celebration.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1498245431034036768</id><published>2010-04-11T10:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T10:16:59.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8EuSxRW_SI/AAAAAAAAArY/1ZQeLOQS1RM/s1600/IMAGE_249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8EuSxRW_SI/AAAAAAAAArY/1ZQeLOQS1RM/s400/IMAGE_249.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458695123348421922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is love, for those who dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;standing by each other always is our common habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1498245431034036768?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1498245431034036768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1498245431034036768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1498245431034036768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1498245431034036768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-us.html' title='love is us.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S8EuSxRW_SI/AAAAAAAAArY/1ZQeLOQS1RM/s72-c/IMAGE_249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1653347446149276201</id><published>2010-04-08T21:49:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:59:08.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congrats&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; to&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Yishun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Primary&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Band! ☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☑ Gold With Honours&lt;br /&gt;☐ Gold&lt;br /&gt;☐ Silver&lt;br /&gt;☐ Bronze&lt;br /&gt;☐ C.O.P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1653347446149276201?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1653347446149276201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1653347446149276201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1653347446149276201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1653347446149276201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/congrats.html' title='Congrats.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3419716597014079776</id><published>2010-04-07T22:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:55:11.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we going up and down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7yXv-3455I/AAAAAAAAArQ/iPqUN6MHmMQ/s1600/1242161472260619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7yXv-3455I/AAAAAAAAArQ/iPqUN6MHmMQ/s400/1242161472260619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457403699053258642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone deserves love without terms &amp; conditions.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a right to live their life the way they want.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has the right to be happy without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;No one deserves abuse.&lt;br /&gt;No one is not good enough for healthy love.&lt;br /&gt;No one has the right to hurt anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone feels completely alone &amp; lost sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to do what you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to be happy with yourself, your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is okay to say no.&lt;br /&gt;You need to be honest, with everyone &amp; yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life, be honest, love everyone-everything you can, dont listen to anyone but yourself, do anything you want as long as it's not hurting someone else, dont take shit, you deserve the best, you can have it if you want it bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, i feel so stressed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3419716597014079776?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3419716597014079776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3419716597014079776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3419716597014079776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3419716597014079776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-going-up-and-down.html' title='we going up and down.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7yXv-3455I/AAAAAAAAArQ/iPqUN6MHmMQ/s72-c/1242161472260619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2976905154905136524</id><published>2010-04-06T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T22:25:18.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move your balls, dumbo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7tBgD5WlEI/AAAAAAAAArI/PrmpI8x8imk/s1600/1268885821293499.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7tBgD5WlEI/AAAAAAAAArI/PrmpI8x8imk/s400/1268885821293499.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457027392546968642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting so balls up nowadays eh. Chinese lessons dont need say, everyone knows im being rebellious during her lessons now. Heck lah, she keep picking on me first. blahblahblah bang the wall! LOL!  hmmm, and one thing, certain people dont get the concept that short people cant sit at the back of the class. let me repeat in bold this time, &lt;strong&gt;short people cant sit at the back of the class&lt;/strong&gt;. unfortunately, but YES, im a short person. So is that a good reason to put me back in front? ): nahh, never mind, think i shall make do with it this time. well well, and you guys know this furstrating thing about life is that when you didnt need that paticular something you would see it for like ten goddamnit times but when you need it, it would play hide-and-seek with you. WHERE'S MY BLOODY SCORES?! HMPH! -.- And did i ever mention that, I want to get holes like in my ears, tongue etc? Bet thats so cool, so its in my to-do-list now, IM SO GONNA GET IT DONE SOMEDAY! HAHA! anyway, i dont think im going to school tomorrow. having a massive headache now thanks to long hours under the sun. damn. but talking to hwee, take my headache away somehow. hmmm, woah, she got like some power on me. Pro. of course lah, she's my sister. :D imissherwhensheisntinschooltoday. Get well soon, sister. then play butt whacking game with honggggg! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are harder than others.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i cant even think.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i cant eat or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i cant even leave my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i feel like giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Some days are okay.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i dont even cry.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i dont miss you as much.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i dont need to fake a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i almost feel happy again.&lt;br /&gt;Some days i know i will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : some people knows better than to push their limit, some jokes just aint funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2976905154905136524?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2976905154905136524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2976905154905136524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2976905154905136524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2976905154905136524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/move-your-balls-dumbo.html' title='move your balls, dumbo.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7tBgD5WlEI/AAAAAAAAArI/PrmpI8x8imk/s72-c/1268885821293499.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2336423661259978152</id><published>2010-04-04T21:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:22:27.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chemical effect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7ifWxk4ubI/AAAAAAAAArA/1t5YVHcfHIk/s1600/126678707446738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7ifWxk4ubI/AAAAAAAAArA/1t5YVHcfHIk/s400/126678707446738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456286162173344178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, i changed overnight. HAHA! Some chemical reaction plus a few dust pacticles &amp; tadah, a new yanhong. i guess i could say its a both good &amp; bad thing so i suppose its a neutral thing uh. let me tell you more about the new me in case you guys step on my new wrong wire. firstly, i goes like singing bieber's songs almost everyday, yknow. so you know better than not to talk bad about bieber in front of me yeah. next, im a drunkard that drink alcohol almost everyday. so anyone want a beer/wine/alcohol challenge, feel absolutely free to look for me. :D following by, im finally studying hard, mugging now. I never wanna fail my sciences ever again, thats what i promise mr. fong. &lt;strong&gt;I MUST PASS MY FREAKING SCIENCES NO MATTER HOW MUCH I DISLIKE THEM!&lt;/strong&gt; oh, anyway did i mention that i actually find myself blending with people now, those people around me. :) and for once, i feel that i didnt waste at least one day of my 15 years life. dang, but still i wasted like around 14 years 364 days of my life. This is so dang, dong, ding, beep. Oh god, this is so bullshit. or rather i wasted my life mourning for some nonsense. From now on, i pray i stay in this mode till like after O levels. I hope more of this chemical reaction happen to make me a better person, not forgetting to add some dust. HEY PEOPLE, i know you guys are so looking forward to the yanhong of tomorrow. Last, i would like to add that im still hyper. So c'mon yanhong, keep to your promise to yourself. by doing so, you will be a happy girl or rather more than happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2336423661259978152?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2336423661259978152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2336423661259978152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2336423661259978152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2336423661259978152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/chemical-effect.html' title='chemical effect.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7ifWxk4ubI/AAAAAAAAArA/1t5YVHcfHIk/s72-c/126678707446738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7523190032330155048</id><published>2010-04-03T22:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:39:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thought you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNyc3Rn0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z_cLNcF8ymA/s1600/justin-bieber-official-my-space-500x313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNyc3Rn0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z_cLNcF8ymA/s400/justin-bieber-official-my-space-500x313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455915002719477570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNyKEJadI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5v7fedkSHYE/s1600/Justin-justin-bieber-8072956-388-500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNyKEJadI/AAAAAAAAAqw/5v7fedkSHYE/s400/Justin-justin-bieber-8072956-388-500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914997673191890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNRQLMeSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UhPENVpAjXo/s1600/Justin%2BBieber%2B20090805_DIG_0633_PRO1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNRQLMeSI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/UhPENVpAjXo/s400/Justin%2BBieber%2B20090805_DIG_0633_PRO1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914432377682210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNQ-UQItI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hF7ssLsyK1s/s1600/Justin%2BBieber%2B%2Ba%2Bcutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNQ-UQItI/AAAAAAAAAqI/hF7ssLsyK1s/s400/Justin%2BBieber%2B%2Ba%2Bcutie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914427583832786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNQdL1JYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/o1q-VTa6xhM/s1600/Justin%2BBieber%2B%2Bsinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNQdL1JYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/o1q-VTa6xhM/s400/Justin%2BBieber%2B%2Bsinging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914418690139522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNP_rJ3cI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lqTc-XhPWmk/s1600/justin-bieber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNP_rJ3cI/AAAAAAAAAp4/lqTc-XhPWmk/s400/justin-bieber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914410768457154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNPVjv4_I/AAAAAAAAApw/bp4JzQXeQc8/s1600/Justin-Bieber1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNPVjv4_I/AAAAAAAAApw/bp4JzQXeQc8/s400/Justin-Bieber1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455914399463105522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see what i mean by bieber being just so cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh wooaah.&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me,I know you care&lt;br /&gt;Just shout whenever, And I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;You want my love, You want my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we will never ever ever be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we an item? Girl quit playing&lt;br /&gt;We're just friends, What are you saying&lt;br /&gt;Said there's another, Look right in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first love broke my heart for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;And I was like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd always be mine mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd always be mine,mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, I would have done whatever&lt;br /&gt;And I just can't believe, we ain't together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna play it cool, But I'm losin' you&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring&lt;br /&gt;And im in pieces, Baby fix me&lt;br /&gt;And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going down, down, down, dooown&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant believe my first love would be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like&lt;br /&gt;Baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby noo&lt;br /&gt;Like baby, baby, baby ohh&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd always be mine, mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;baby.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7523190032330155048?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7523190032330155048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7523190032330155048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7523190032330155048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7523190032330155048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/thought-you.html' title='thought you.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7dNyc3Rn0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Z_cLNcF8ymA/s72-c/justin-bieber-official-my-space-500x313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8632305508655439246</id><published>2010-04-02T23:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T23:24:42.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please cover your face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7YJxr7yspI/AAAAAAAAAow/pmAPtRaCvHs/s1600/1266071531211013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7YJxr7yspI/AAAAAAAAAow/pmAPtRaCvHs/s400/1266071531211013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455558747817685650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;c'mon, get over it, hong.&lt;br /&gt;you're done with protecting.&lt;br /&gt;Then why aint you leaving?&lt;br /&gt;because you're still waiting for &lt;br /&gt;the sky to respond to your singing?&lt;br /&gt;nothing like that will happen, &lt;br /&gt;no matter how many times you sing.&lt;br /&gt;so move your ass, cover your face &amp; rock your heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8632305508655439246?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8632305508655439246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8632305508655439246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8632305508655439246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8632305508655439246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/please-cover-your-face.html' title='please cover your face.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7YJxr7yspI/AAAAAAAAAow/pmAPtRaCvHs/s72-c/1266071531211013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2888334008473754909</id><published>2010-04-01T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:22:13.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you, &amp; its still you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7S5um8p10I/AAAAAAAAAoo/XkfLvglFfCI/s1600/1267168666501659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7S5um8p10I/AAAAAAAAAoo/XkfLvglFfCI/s400/1267168666501659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455189259032581954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my hearbeat goes like 'iloveyou'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2888334008473754909?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2888334008473754909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2888334008473754909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2888334008473754909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2888334008473754909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-its-still-you.html' title='you, &amp; its still you.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S7S5um8p10I/AAAAAAAAAoo/XkfLvglFfCI/s72-c/1267168666501659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-169723538413639828</id><published>2010-03-31T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:28:24.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=1269908373680380.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/1269908373680380.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Im gonna do just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, alvin told me that the world is having more &amp; more sad people. i asked him why he said so. he replied with a long list of names. then i realised sadness overcome people so easily. halfway through thinking, alvin interupted my thoughts again, this time he said he has never cry for once in his entire secondary school life before. he said he never get sad, he dont know how to cry. I know why he never get sad, because he's just way too happy living in his own world, making jokes like nobody's business. he's those types of guys who dont act according to situations, he will do his daily stuffs without fail (cracking jokes). he always manage to make someone laugh. and okay, enough about alvin. haha. oh ya, i wanna tell hwee that "you MUST cheer up, for his sake or anyone's sake. you know he hates to see you sad &amp; you know when you get sad he will get sad too. So please please smile whenever you see anyone, whether its him, me, illaisha, jialing or whoever. Just give the sweetest smile, k? you're always rocking in my heart, you even rock my ass, yknow. haha, as for that poor little dickless asshole, he will get what he deserves one day. just you wait. :D " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : imissyoumorethananythinginmyworldnow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-169723538413639828?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/169723538413639828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=169723538413639828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/169723538413639828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;understand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;of a&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:450%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;monster.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2024541629029728193?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2024541629029728193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2024541629029728193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2024541629029728193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2024541629029728193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/monster-needs-love-too.html' title='monster needs love too.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2417272913583874300</id><published>2010-03-29T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:40:55.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=1269810993425075.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/1269810993425075.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5th day : i hardly survived through today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint feeling any better, maybe slightly a little better after illaisha delievered 4 tight slaps on my cheeks. 4 tight slaps later, i feel sober. Before that, i was like some drunk person, spouting nonsense to everyone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe when i said iloveyou. i break my promise to you. i feel so broken up/ torn apart/ fucked up/ sadded all this due to myself. When you're gone, no one can replace you at all. no one has those qualities like you to cheer me up. no one has your ability to see right through me. no one has those power to create this feeling of happiness for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ibelongtoplanetrobot.&lt;br /&gt;ibelongtoplanetrobot.&lt;br /&gt;ibelongtoplanetrobot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : i know whats love when i was fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S : he's a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S : im drunk once again.&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S : why am i such a fool? &lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S/S : why did i made a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S/S/S : result ; heartache&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S/S/S/S : Anyone wanna have a drink with me?&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S : why am i in tears?&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S/S : im such an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2417272913583874300?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2417272913583874300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2417272913583874300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2417272913583874300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2417272913583874300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/5th-day.html' title='5th day.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8930102756373500579</id><published>2010-03-28T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:16:46.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call my name again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S69ixRiLKGI/AAAAAAAAAog/MVI0oozlCc8/s1600/2w9XXXqFFq095fyayjhfHXq6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S69ixRiLKGI/AAAAAAAAAog/MVI0oozlCc8/s400/2w9XXXqFFq095fyayjhfHXq6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453686272428812386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i walked down the stone path we took everyday. This time, it feels weird, i was alone. Nothing feels the same anymore, it just feels like being trapped inside a caterpillar's body while you're a butterfly. I've the ability to change this ugly reality that i dislike while there's still time but it will be at the expense of someone else's happiness. It dont seem right to destroy somebody's beautiful story just to construct mine. The last thing i wanna be is a selfish person. I break your heart once again. This time, i was not careful, i hold your love too tightly that it shattered in my hands. Guess she will fix your heart back for you. im sorry for messing up your life. i promise i wont fight anymore even if its unfair, i'll keep quiet. Sorry, babeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;iloveyoumorethaniloveF.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8930102756373500579?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8930102756373500579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8930102756373500579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8930102756373500579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8930102756373500579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/call-my-name-again.html' title='call my name again.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S69ixRiLKGI/AAAAAAAAAog/MVI0oozlCc8/s72-c/2w9XXXqFFq095fyayjhfHXq6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2771854778435989278</id><published>2010-03-27T15:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T19:34:54.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no direction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S63qmSLdtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A5uol7E-gpg/s1600/1260545553790799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S63qmSLdtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A5uol7E-gpg/s400/1260545553790799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453272667251389826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im losting myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabbing on to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a heart anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i need to buy/knit/make/build a heart.&lt;br /&gt;i refused all calls, chats &amp; stuffs for now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh ya, im officially not on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i need to &lt;strong&gt;escape&lt;/strong&gt; from this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to keep quiet, sit down, &amp; stare at the night sky for alien visit to kidnap me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one has a solid answer for what gna happen next.&lt;br /&gt;It pains me to do this, but i want/need you to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to live without you is tough, real tough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;br /&gt;you never know how much you love a person,&lt;br /&gt;until your heart starts breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;you break love without knowing cause you hold it too tightly ;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when you break it, it breaks your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For hwee ;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, k?&lt;br /&gt;hong will be alright soon, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember i got your back &amp; you got mine.&lt;br /&gt;(L) you, babe. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON! :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2771854778435989278?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2771854778435989278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2771854778435989278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2771854778435989278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2771854778435989278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-direction.html' title='no direction.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S63qmSLdtYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/A5uol7E-gpg/s72-c/1260545553790799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7985423832201054894</id><published>2010-03-26T22:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T23:09:25.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi, my name is yanhong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6zN9ZILEEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PBjzFgUcgvI/s1600/1241119688475401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6zN9ZILEEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PBjzFgUcgvI/s400/1241119688475401.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452959703439708226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today pete is awesome cause he gave me tissues. Pete is a awesome guy. :) anyway, pete knows i let my balloon go but he insisted i chase it back. haha, i promised him i'll try my best cause this type of balloon is already limited edition. ): im not gonna buy another balloon again. Thanks pete, i own you one. okay, end of pete &amp; balloon story. bye! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt; never thought that it’d be easy,&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’re both so distant now,&lt;br /&gt;And the walls are closing in on us and we’re wondering how,&lt;br /&gt;No one has a solid answer,&lt;br /&gt;But we’re just walking in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;And you can see the look on my face, it just tears me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we fight, &lt;br /&gt;Through the hurt, &lt;br /&gt;And we cry and cry and cry and cry,&lt;br /&gt;And we live,&lt;br /&gt;And we learn, &lt;br /&gt;And we try and try and try and try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it’s up to you,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s up to me, &lt;br /&gt;And we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,&lt;br /&gt;Down to earth &lt;br /&gt;On our way back down to earth,&lt;br /&gt;Back down to earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma, you were always somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;And Daddy, I live out of town,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how could I ever be, normal somehow?&lt;br /&gt;You tell me this is for the best,&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why am I in tears?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, so far away and now I just need you here,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7985423832201054894?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7985423832201054894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7985423832201054894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7985423832201054894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7985423832201054894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/hi-my-name-is-yanhong.html' title='hi, my name is yanhong.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6zN9ZILEEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PBjzFgUcgvI/s72-c/1241119688475401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5538214289529509748</id><published>2010-03-25T17:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:00:49.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAU! HWEE! CHI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6szkR5-zzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1HDfg6hW0wc/s1600/125850710689056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6szkR5-zzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1HDfg6hW0wc/s400/125850710689056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452508472237018930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Hwee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LAU. HWEE. CHI. &lt;br /&gt;I eff-ing LOVE YOU okay?!&lt;br /&gt;F is youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ^^&lt;br /&gt;You will know my dirty little secret someday.&lt;br /&gt;For now, im gonna sing love songs to you everyday.&lt;br /&gt;IM GIVING MY HEART TO YOU SO DONT BREAK IT, OKAY (?!) ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I GOT MYSELF A GREEN HAIRBAND TODAY! YAYYYYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5538214289529509748?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5538214289529509748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5538214289529509748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5538214289529509748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5538214289529509748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/lau-hwee-chi.html' title='LAU! HWEE! CHI!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6szkR5-zzI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1HDfg6hW0wc/s72-c/125850710689056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-757007404286545255</id><published>2010-03-24T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T20:13:13.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You made me lose focus totally.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6n9z2pjwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rl3l8ddx44c/s1600/1269286682406031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6n9z2pjwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rl3l8ddx44c/s400/1269286682406031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452167891193676034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want use those plasters to save my happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When happiness jumps down a building, give it your all to hear its heartbeat again. Mine has no heartbeat anymore. ): I very much wanted to give it CRP or some aid.&lt;br /&gt;but all seems useless, i could hear the heatbeat fading away in a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For hwee ;&lt;br /&gt;you wanna know my secret?&lt;br /&gt;It all begins with a letter F.&lt;br /&gt;Figure the rest yourself. teehee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : im in love with Justin Bieber! (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-757007404286545255?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/757007404286545255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=757007404286545255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/757007404286545255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/757007404286545255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/f.html' title='F.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6n9z2pjwQI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rl3l8ddx44c/s72-c/1269286682406031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3585073260574516352</id><published>2010-03-22T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:47:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just wanna hear the lightning strikes.</title><content type='html'>Oh, if only life will shut up &amp; screw itself.&lt;br /&gt;I swear im hardworking today, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;I've been bugging mr. T during a.maths for every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some woman chop off literally half of my fringe today.&lt;br /&gt;i got nothing to say about this.&lt;br /&gt;plus school is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;But gotten admit that life's good for me, at least for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;so smile, babeh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : i have not talk/seen babeh for two days.&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S : i have a big secret hiding from hweeeeeeeee! *Winks*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3585073260574516352?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3585073260574516352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3585073260574516352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3585073260574516352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3585073260574516352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-wanna-hear-lightning-strikes.html' title='just wanna hear the lightning strikes.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-9126314522589104773</id><published>2010-03-20T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:01:15.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up with papers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whats gone can never come back &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;i guess i just gonna move on &amp; stop ranting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6TirTmudHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yw1Bp7JTZDY/s1600-h/IMAGE_215pppp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6TirTmudHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yw1Bp7JTZDY/s400/IMAGE_215pppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450730682650096754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOO, went for SAC band sec 4's performance at ngee ann city. i pretty much think they put up a good performance as a batch. thumbs up to them (Y). Oh ya, did i mention i saw one of the AICB's alumni - farah there, apparently, she's into dancing now. so chitchat a bit before she went to her group. Saw NCO camp's mr. ng too, as usual, he's still a helper of any music events happening. &amp; obviously, saw Priscilla &amp; Petrina with their F.horns there since they are in SAC band also. haha, but overall, SAC girls are powerrrrrrrr! :D hoping to see them soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : engagement date - 170310 (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-9126314522589104773?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9126314522589104773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=9126314522589104773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9126314522589104773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9126314522589104773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up-with-papers.html' title='catching up with papers.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6TirTmudHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yw1Bp7JTZDY/s72-c/IMAGE_215pppp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-9031983651242519770</id><published>2010-03-18T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:48:07.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant like there's no tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6Iu50Z9SoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/db7ORtzPopc/s1600-h/f4f85a6c9fc0030c_1247955290227279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6Iu50Z9SoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/db7ORtzPopc/s400/f4f85a6c9fc0030c_1247955290227279.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449970069926660738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must people asked why didnt i've my mummy's natural bright red hair colour, her light brown eyes which seem to see through lies &amp; her almost 'transparent' fair skin colour. BECAUSE I LOOK MORE LIKE DADDY! -,- how many times must i say this? HMPH! okay, enought of this bullshit! anyway, did i mention about mummy's experiments on my hair when i was like... hmmm... 7 years old? hah, all types of styles she can do. eh, like ponytails, pigtails, double pony. haha, just thinking of it made me cracked up. She used to force me to cut my hair when i was in kindergarten and its always bangs with short hair. Until i insisted on growing long hair in primary school. &amp; now, i dont even cut or trim it, just gonna let it keep growing. IM STILL NOT HAPPY WITH MY HAIR LENGTH! ): I used to complain about my hair growing longer &amp; longer but now i dont. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : pretty please, grow longer. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-9031983651242519770?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9031983651242519770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=9031983651242519770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9031983651242519770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9031983651242519770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/rant-like-theres-no-tomorrow.html' title='rant like there&apos;s no tomorrow.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6Iu50Z9SoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/db7ORtzPopc/s72-c/f4f85a6c9fc0030c_1247955290227279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6521514908474128534</id><published>2010-03-17T21:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:58:17.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when the rain dont come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6DfIblEboI/AAAAAAAAAno/8qaWIsYYMnI/s1600-h/1265358221729015.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6DfIblEboI/AAAAAAAAAno/8qaWIsYYMnI/s400/1265358221729015.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449600885053484674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great, i cant make connections to things/matters/people/animals/whatsoever nowadays. things tend to get tangle or messed up for no reason. i dont understand people now. i tend to ask myself questions like "why are they like that?" but i cant find the answer. tons and tons of things weighing on my mind however just dont seem to wanna let it out. perhaps i like it to like just stay that way so misunderstandings wont pop out for no reason. apparently, no everyone has the same level of EQ. okay, i dont understand what talking me now? no link. -.- nvm, a little bit of faith can do great wonders. pardon me, if you dont understand my posts cause, im posting for the sake of posting &amp; under a very dazed mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, a bit of dance info. the girls are doing well with their lollipop dance and stuffs. with performance coming up, they should be alright. Ms. R, you better get well soon &amp; get back your girls. Im helping you on account that you're once my dance instructor. blahblahblahbhleh! But yeahhhhh, trust me with your girls. I know you are reading this &amp; you love me. hehe! okay, enough of bhb-ing. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6521514908474128534?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6521514908474128534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6521514908474128534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6521514908474128534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6521514908474128534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-rain-dont-come.html' title='when the rain dont come.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S6DfIblEboI/AAAAAAAAAno/8qaWIsYYMnI/s72-c/1265358221729015.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4425863970624498247</id><published>2010-03-15T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T18:47:42.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S54P_-QCugI/AAAAAAAAAng/-SNrcd1DqrI/s1600-h/1266367375189565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S54P_-QCugI/AAAAAAAAAng/-SNrcd1DqrI/s400/1266367375189565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448810190881339906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want a tatto like this. &lt;/i&gt;\m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today isnt a good day, in fact its the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7.40am because my alarm clock decided not to ring for the day or either someone switched it off. Then i lost my hair band, gosh, i spent like almost another 10 minutes looking for it but it wont come out because it like to play hide-and-seek when there's an emergency. Damn you, hair band! HAH, by the time i reached the bus stop, i missed the bus right from under my nose. Am i so small that the bus driver didnt see me?! but thats not all, I forgot to bring my wallet out with me! -.- how dumb is that. With no money &amp; ez-link. i bet that a nice one. I think that today is totally a joke. I totally look like an dumb ass walking around with un-tied hair as though i own the whole ahmad ibrahim secondary school. what more, i forgot to reply joel lim again, bet he's not gonna teach me drums anymore. :/ Worse thing, it rain when im about to leave the house to go shopping for HAIR BANDS! How great! Okay! seriously got tired of my day. Tmr better come fast, ciao! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;blog updated&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4425863970624498247?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4425863970624498247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4425863970624498247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4425863970624498247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4425863970624498247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/stupid-day.html' title='stupid day.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S54P_-QCugI/AAAAAAAAAng/-SNrcd1DqrI/s72-c/1266367375189565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5984050029564946736</id><published>2010-03-11T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T07:25:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running through the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5l7yBf_UtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mNz69rxHJc/s1600-h/24161_357493504279_682449279_3395561_5599352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5l7yBf_UtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mNz69rxHJc/s400/24161_357493504279_682449279_3395561_5599352_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447521323607610066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5l7xt9C6RI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WurF5GPNUnU/s1600-h/DSC01657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5l7xt9C6RI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/WurF5GPNUnU/s400/DSC01657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447521318360770834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only say that performance at Ngee Ann City was fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thanks toot &amp; gui ji, for coming down to support. &lt;br /&gt;iloveyouguys. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : happy birthday, junming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5984050029564946736?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5984050029564946736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5984050029564946736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5984050029564946736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5984050029564946736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/running-through-memories.html' title='running through the memories.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5l7yBf_UtI/AAAAAAAAAnY/-mNz69rxHJc/s72-c/24161_357493504279_682449279_3395561_5599352_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7123829378388780264</id><published>2010-03-08T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:09:51.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sky wont fall down, hopefully.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5UDJFblTyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UaSpOHtQuB8/s1600-h/1251128218322999.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5UDJFblTyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UaSpOHtQuB8/s400/1251128218322999.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446262778986057506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly half way through networking, some dumb sad feeling overcome me. so, im like "OH. GOSH. IM. DYING. SOON." not to be over reacting or what, i think my heart literally break/crack/tear/spoil a teeny weeny little bit. but this bit is like a big fat large huge OUCH! i swear if i would to tell junming this, he would copy my line &amp; says "JUMP DOWN BUILDING LO!" lol. dont need to tell him, i bet he's already reading this post by then hah. I hope this feeling wont stay long. *Fingers crossed* Double GOSH, i screwed up my O level Chem SPA &amp; Chinese Oral. Triple GOSH, there's O level Physics SPA &amp; english test. &amp; to add in something random : something or someone just secretly took my interest for chinese language away. I feel like a rebellious kid instead of an obedient girl during chinese lessons. BUT WHO CARES! hehe! see what i mean? So well, so be it then. Cant be bother like seriously. -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : MUHD HAZZRY BIN SOMETHING SAID I MUST SMILE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LION TAN JIA WEIN GOT TIGER SU YANHONG A TIGGER! (L)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mummy for not forgetting your promise. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7123829378388780264?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7123829378388780264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7123829378388780264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7123829378388780264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7123829378388780264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/sky-wont-fall-down-hopefully.html' title='the sky wont fall down, hopefully.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S5UDJFblTyI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UaSpOHtQuB8/s72-c/1251128218322999.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8537002367910710797</id><published>2010-03-05T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:16:08.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grow up, pretty please?</title><content type='html'>When we grow up, &lt;br /&gt;lollipops turn into cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;the innocent ones turn into sluts.&lt;br /&gt;homework goes in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;mobile phones are being used in class.&lt;br /&gt;detention becomes suspension.&lt;br /&gt;soda becomes vodka.&lt;br /&gt;bikes become cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we not yet a grown up,&lt;br /&gt;remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground?&lt;br /&gt;when protection meant wearing a helmet?&lt;br /&gt;when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties?&lt;br /&gt;dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth &amp; mum was your hero?&lt;br /&gt;your worst enemies were your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;race issues were about who ran the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;war was only a card game.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the only drug you knew was cough medicine.&lt;br /&gt;when wearing a skirt didnt make you a slut.&lt;br /&gt;the most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we couldnt wait to grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8537002367910710797?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8537002367910710797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8537002367910710797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8537002367910710797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8537002367910710797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/grow-up-pretty-please.html' title='grow up, pretty please?'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8284497160676486678</id><published>2010-03-03T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:58:04.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong timing.</title><content type='html'>I think i most probably get those genes from my mum. I hate those genes. im sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When others have 30 minutes for lunch, i only have 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When people are enjoying their 5 minutes break, im using my own 5 minutes break to running errands for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you hate noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you dread something so damn bloody much, but you still have to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you reached home with a stupid sad face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you dont understand what you really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you cant take back what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you cant kill people as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you cant shout/scream as you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you cant have the colour of hair that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you need to put up a brave face so that others wont laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you feel like crying but you told yourself "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone, please please please, tell me why life have so many restrictions? Life sucks so much that i wanna be a birdie w/o wings &amp; just jump and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : i wantttttttt longggggg hair! ):&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S : suddenly, i wanttttttt hugs from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we're broken, what must we do to restore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8284497160676486678?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8284497160676486678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8284497160676486678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8284497160676486678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8284497160676486678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/wrong-timing.html' title='wrong timing.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2286347753207898122</id><published>2010-03-01T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:03:02.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My cousin is a cat! (Y)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4vHmlIXVRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/K-qyxyDqsok/s1600-h/IMAGE_186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4vHmlIXVRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/K-qyxyDqsok/s400/IMAGE_186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443664040223528210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Invasion by hwee!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Hwee : why you never update?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been like nice to me for one day. I feel so awesome. Having hwee &amp; illaisha next to me for the day, i bet nothing will be better than this. E.Maths, i got my last graph question correct! Yippie, if im like age 5 years old, i'll absolutely be over the moon &amp; jumping around. But now, its "Chey, nothing's much to be happy about." A.Maths, i finally understand around 65% of what Mr. T. taught today, OMFG, thats like an miracle to me. haha, Mdm Azlin isnt in school today so GUESS WHAT?! NO CHANTING LESSON FOR ME! &amp; what more, its double period. I've agree life's great for today. And oh yeahhhhhhh, chinese oral postpone till next week. :D So, you guys see my point of why im so happy today? and pardon me for being random, but i still thinks that hwee is blogging too little. :) Oh, &amp; Zul called me a white carebear! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike people who do hand signaling to signal their friends that they dont want someone to go with them. take out your f-guts lah. &amp; thats absolutely not an action of a moral class leader. It all defeats the purpose, isnt? you just throw the face of the word &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"MORAL"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. UNDERLINE. BOLD. ITALIC. FYI, im kind enough to use dislike instead of hate &amp; of course, i spare you from more of my awesome evil arrows. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2286347753207898122?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2286347753207898122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2286347753207898122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2286347753207898122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2286347753207898122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cousin-is-cat-y.html' title='My cousin is a cat! (Y)'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4vHmlIXVRI/AAAAAAAAAnA/K-qyxyDqsok/s72-c/IMAGE_186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3321877581448029456</id><published>2010-02-26T21:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:21:26.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird ass is loved by me. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4fPXeym9VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QOx1rqH_DE8/s1600-h/126629249367620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4fPXeym9VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QOx1rqH_DE8/s400/126629249367620.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442546677009806674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please magic me away to wonderland, where i can be myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things just get boring, more boring &amp; eventually still end up in the boring state.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint i glad that today's friday. Aint i glad that there's no school tomorrow. YES AHHHHHHHHHHHH! 2 days of little break from those crazy, insane tests. After like 2 tests today, i just got the urge to jump down &amp; die, like instantly. uuuughhghhhhh! Just kidding, things aint that serious actually. But i kinda felt relieved when i heard the school bell went off, which is another day of school has gone pass. &amp; then weird ass had lunch with me. THE ASSES ROCKS THE STAGE! LOL! :/ &amp; THAT WEIRD ASS NOT GOING DANCE CONCERT! SCREW YOU, ahaha! &amp; When i reached home after band, i cut my fringe myself. ok, i know you guys are gna tell me that im dumb to have that kind of idea or something. &amp; well, i admit IM DUMB! :D now i just couldn't wait to go to sleep &amp; hope by the time i wake up, my fringe will grow back. *Fingers crossed.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end off with something nice, i shall share what i saw in Illaisha's organiser. There's this paper, on it is written "Blur ass is ♥ by me." awwww, that sentence brighten up my day somehow. &amp; BLUR ASS LOVES WEIRD ASS! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to both weird ass &amp; hweeeee for always being there for blur ass/hongggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For hweeeee ;&lt;br /&gt;dont be sad about the match today, i know you did your very best. i believe ainetball got the power to couquer, only that its not release out yet. Train hard &amp; focus on your goal, i believe you can do it. &amp; i totally agree to the maxxxxx that the defender that was defending you is a &lt;strong&gt;TOTAL BIMBO&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheer up, stay happy. &amp; of course, ROCK ON BABEH! ♥&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3321877581448029456?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3321877581448029456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3321877581448029456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3321877581448029456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3321877581448029456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/weird-ass-is-loved-by-me.html' title='Weird ass is loved by me. ♥'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4fPXeym9VI/AAAAAAAAAm4/QOx1rqH_DE8/s72-c/126629249367620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5776054347521275433</id><published>2010-02-24T21:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:24:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three blind mice that cant see.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4Ux8TqzNZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/agTEOdUSG9c/s1600-h/cobavyugd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4Ux8TqzNZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/agTEOdUSG9c/s400/cobavyugd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441810636888814994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things happened today, dont really want elaborate much. First thing first, some weird ass isnt in school today so that ruined my mood by quite a bit. secondly, hweeeeee had to go for netball match at 10:45am then its only me behind. So RAWRRRRR GRRRRR ARGHHHHHHHH! :/ Thirdly, my dear old Mr. C didnt know that some bags has something called the back pouch. After that theft case, i swear that the back pouch is an awesome invention. Fourthly, A Kit-Kat from Syafiqah! :D *biggrin* A kit-Kat means that i really should take a break. ): Fifthly, I pretty much think i screwed up my geography test, my marks are so gonna be great. Sixthly, Someone tried too hard to control my final decision but no no, im so not gonna let you do that to me. Simply because, IM HONGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! ahaha. Lastly, for someone who likes to copy how i speak, do it behind my back. Cause the way you did it was so unlike me, which means you cant act &amp; most probably fail your drama. Dont even do it in front of me, because that will only disgrace yourself. Wanna be like me, go back kampong &amp; practice in front of a mirror for a few more years before trying to act like me again. Most likely, you will fail again. HAHAHA! Its not easy to be like honggggg! Try be me again, chances are you will get whack by hweeeeee! ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This battle has just only begin so dont back out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5776054347521275433?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5776054347521275433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5776054347521275433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5776054347521275433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5776054347521275433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-blind-mice-that-cant-see.html' title='Three blind mice that cant see.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S4Ux8TqzNZI/AAAAAAAAAmw/agTEOdUSG9c/s72-c/cobavyugd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-256215746656601676</id><published>2010-02-23T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:42:44.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hongggggg not rocking on. ):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock on seems like the trendy word now after hweeeeee use it EVERYDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes nowadays seem like seriously forever. I aint looking forward to school when my alarm clock beeps at 5:50am. I could visualise whats gonna happen for that day once i sit up on my bed. I see myself dragging my 1000 pounds bag to school, got up to the class labelled 4E5 &amp; start doing my no life hmwk which i dont seem to be able to complete at home, listen to people around me cracking some nonsense jokes that i seriously dont think they're funny. But the funniest part is that they laughed at their own jokes. Awesome uh? -,- Oh continue with my no life daily schedule : Mdm Azlin will come in &amp; starts her awesome daily chanting on us. She's like leveling up at least by 2 levels per day lo. I dare to bet in 20 minutes, she will be able to put at least 5 people in 4E5 to sleep. Trust me. She damn power, i've no choice but to salute to her. &amp; then blahblahblah, plus i feel like a crimmal right in school due to certain people. By the end of the day, my face is &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; a happy face. Thats basically my everyday ,no life ,dumb ,ultimate, awesome timetable. BUT LUCKILY MY SON IS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME. This at least draw back a smile on my stupid, destroyed, dead beat, not happy at all face. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML. FML.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only show my retarded faces to Illaisha. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Honggggggggg not rocking on. ):&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-256215746656601676?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/256215746656601676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=256215746656601676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/256215746656601676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/256215746656601676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/hongggggg-not-rocking-on.html' title='hongggggg not rocking on. ):'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4989964595680032145</id><published>2010-02-20T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T22:19:01.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson / Logan Lerman ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percy Jackson &amp; the Olympians: The Lightning Thief &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xko1Mx5w4tg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xko1Mx5w4tg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah,so today went to watch Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief.&lt;br /&gt;Won't say much on it.&lt;br /&gt;It just rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Mythical creatures are awesomeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;so do demigods.&lt;br /&gt;Oh,I love LOGAN LERMAN!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, somebody is gonna get so jealous. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3_uuzzAlMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Qhu-QjUmkQ/s1600-h/thi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3_uuzzAlMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Qhu-QjUmkQ/s400/thi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440329362832397506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Logan Lerman ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4989964595680032145?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4989964595680032145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4989964595680032145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4989964595680032145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4989964595680032145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/percy-jackson-logan-lerman.html' title='Percy Jackson / Logan Lerman ♥'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3_uuzzAlMI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_Qhu-QjUmkQ/s72-c/thi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6169930095195682325</id><published>2010-02-18T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:54:04.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth isnt what it seems like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S31URuS_iuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YN_fWticzgw/s1600-h/DSC00072a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S31URuS_iuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YN_fWticzgw/s400/DSC00072a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439596588395629282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I name this guy, chilli sauce. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are the teachers thinking now?! They expect their students to hand in the hmwk in time. &amp; when it came to the deadline for the hmwk, they said "im not gonna collect it today, you guys hand in tmr." C'mon, you expected us to be puntual in everything we do then why cant you guys keep to your hmwk deadlines &amp; be puntual? Seriously, whats the use of keeping a organiser when most of the deadlines aint correct at all? You guys shld try thinking in the shoes of your students. Imagine teachers keep throwing hmwk at you guys &amp; its suppose to be like hand in tmr, you spent the whole night trying your best to complete &amp; in the end, WOW, the teachers didnt want it. HOW AMAZING, YEAH? SO NOT! We did our best in &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; our hmwk, you guys shld jolly well do your best in &lt;em&gt;collecting&lt;/em&gt; our hmwk. &amp; somemore, some of the teachers even have reps to help them so i dont see the point of not collecting the hmwk. Im certainly fed up with the teachers today. &amp; now, i shall quote something from Mr. T : &lt;strong&gt;"WAKE. UP. YOUR. IDEAS. , PEOPLE!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.&lt;br /&gt;They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephen King"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6169930095195682325?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6169930095195682325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6169930095195682325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6169930095195682325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6169930095195682325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-isnt-what-it-seems-like.html' title='The truth isnt what it seems like.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S31URuS_iuI/AAAAAAAAAmg/YN_fWticzgw/s72-c/DSC00072a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7467966259132230211</id><published>2010-02-12T21:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T15:58:19.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Valentine's Gift.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3VZuLkV5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GahvVj2HPNs/s1600-h/DSC000701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3VZuLkV5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GahvVj2HPNs/s400/DSC000701.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437350775033816466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for the cookies! ت&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;H. A. P. P. Y. spells happy. &lt;br /&gt;Im truly Miss Happy for the day.&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;hugs, smiles, laughs, grins &amp; COOKIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty dumb conversation :&lt;br /&gt;Y : I've Elmo's World.&lt;br /&gt;J : I only know elmo.&lt;br /&gt;Y : I live next door to cookie monster.&lt;br /&gt;J : WHAT?! WHAT IF IT EAT YOU UP?!&lt;br /&gt;Y : It gave me cookies for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;J : Really?!!&lt;br /&gt;Y : Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A smile chases away the blues.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7467966259132230211?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7467966259132230211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7467966259132230211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7467966259132230211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7467966259132230211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/early-valentines-gift.html' title='Early Valentine&apos;s Gift.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3VZuLkV5ZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/GahvVj2HPNs/s72-c/DSC000701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1444499981063351908</id><published>2010-02-11T22:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T13:09:03.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission accomplished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3QS7fMFm8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wUykh4S2W64/s1600-h/1263965189294711.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3QS7fMFm8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wUykh4S2W64/s400/1263965189294711.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436991463336811458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself to be &lt;i&gt;strong&lt;/i&gt; in front of everyone. I numb myself with "im a happy mindset". I tried to decieve myself by drawing smiley faces on every worksheets given to me. I lied to myself about having the power to rewind, replay, reset. I told myself that i must not be sad, cause sad hurts me.I sing in the shower, chrip like a bird, talk like there's no tomorrow, be miss laughing contagious.You might ask me, all this for what? I will simply said, all this just to be miss happy. All this just not to break my heart. All this just to show the outside world, i can lied, even to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I protray myself to be what i want.&lt;br /&gt;There's no "mission impossible" in my dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mission accomplished. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's not the goodbye that hurts, &lt;br /&gt;but the flashbacks that follows.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;If someone makes you so angry,&lt;br /&gt;take a deep breath, count to ten,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp; kill him immediately.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will be fine.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1444499981063351908?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1444499981063351908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1444499981063351908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1444499981063351908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1444499981063351908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission accomplished.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S3QS7fMFm8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wUykh4S2W64/s72-c/1263965189294711.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5425459783896202603</id><published>2010-02-07T21:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:32:52.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy loves ya. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S27IFQrUv6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/elZeZrwDVR8/s1600-h/Dsc00801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S27IFQrUv6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/elZeZrwDVR8/s400/Dsc00801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435501792984350626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my dearest boy, soyasauce :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be sad, okay? everything gonna be fine.&lt;br /&gt;YOUR ULTRA SUPER DUPER MUMMY'S HERE!&lt;br /&gt;you helped me during my difficult period, now you're having yours.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna tell you that im always here with listening ears for you.&lt;br /&gt;We both will pass our difficult periods together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUMMY  ♥ YOU ALWAYS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything gonna be fine at the end.&lt;br /&gt;If its not fine, its not the end. :D&lt;br /&gt;Set things right in your mind, heart &amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;Anything, just tell me.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the story,&lt;br /&gt;You will be happy, i will be happy&lt;br /&gt;I face, everyone will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;No more screwed up mind, mood swings, ultimate bitches, annoying bastards.&lt;br /&gt;All No MORE! &lt;br /&gt;just be happy &amp; do the hula dance!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; logs is awesomeeeeeeeeeeeee, i'm lovin it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is for ONLY YOU! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pBI3lc18k8Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5425459783896202603?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5425459783896202603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S27IFQrUv6I/AAAAAAAAAl4/elZeZrwDVR8/s72-c/Dsc00801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6645545497165036973</id><published>2010-02-06T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T23:11:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rewind, replay, whatsoever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Songs relate one's mood.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, its 'straight through my heart - backstreet boys'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_|_  _|_  _|_  _|_  _|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzKnN47ik2U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EzKnN47ik2U&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Idk what im doing these few days.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6645545497165036973?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6645545497165036973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6645545497165036973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6645545497165036973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6645545497165036973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/rewind-replay-whatsoever.html' title='rewind, replay, whatsoever.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5440639401149088240</id><published>2010-02-05T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:46:47.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine having only sleep for only 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;haha, im totally doing insane things to myself early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Things like not charging my phone, running the shower tap of cold water on myself, sleeping with wet hair, sms-ing people at early 5am.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what am i thinking at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;I must be offically &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INSANE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allowing myself to sleep 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; thinking i wont feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;Im so goddamnit wrong, i fall asleep during physics class.&lt;br /&gt;When i wake up, its mdm azlin in the class.&lt;br /&gt;Then im like wthhhh, where's that relief teacher?!&lt;br /&gt;I remembering hearing someone near me said 'you sleep for one whole period.'&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i actually sleep during class.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, &amp; illaisha had to slap me to keep me from sleeping again.&lt;br /&gt;Its painful but at least im awake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr. G. ; Thanks for what you said today. i'll buck up &amp; be strong. :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5440639401149088240?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5440639401149088240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5440639401149088240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5440639401149088240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5440639401149088240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/02/sleep.html' title='sleep.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8250606081599653814</id><published>2010-02-03T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:47:26.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>failed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2l6XreygtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9ypKbLg0GU/s1600-h/124683591837081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2l6XreygtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9ypKbLg0GU/s400/124683591837081.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434008972626658002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You shld jolly well know that you failed your life. -,-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today is a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;I hate at how someone just dont seems to understand simple english.&lt;br /&gt;I hate at how someone just like to take things into their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;i hate at how someone just like to disappear without a word.&lt;br /&gt;I hate at how someone just dont seems to have some teamwork in them.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand how come a human mind dont come with install packages like learning how to make sure of what to do before doing etc.&lt;br /&gt;Some people just refuses to learn from their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;They simply feel so happy repeating the mistakes over &amp; over again, without getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;They probably waste their life living on planet earth so maybe they shld like move house to planet mars or planet mercury. &lt;br /&gt;Dude, planet earth just sooooo not the place for you.&lt;br /&gt;I plan to invent something in future that can help the pea size mind of yours to develop. &lt;br /&gt;Oh great, now i got some job to tell Mrs. C, thanks to people like you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to rant once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGWTFBBQ?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i told my son that i wont be blogging &amp; here im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Im contradicting myself, goshhhhhhhhhhhh! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8250606081599653814?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2l6XreygtI/AAAAAAAAAlw/q9ypKbLg0GU/s72-c/124683591837081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7838668470288496099</id><published>2010-01-31T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:03:05.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>break it up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2WLsxWlxEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3MWGa1wGBJ0/s1600-h/1251466695914517.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2WLsxWlxEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3MWGa1wGBJ0/s400/1251466695914517.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432902126770963522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gimme a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give this pathetic little drama series of yours, a break.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then, we can continue with part II or even part III.&lt;br /&gt;but right now, im pretty sure you just break someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe, its time you return his heart to him.&lt;br /&gt;Like i told you, lies cant be wrap with paper.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna lie again, please murder the truth &amp; never let anyone in this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, i shall murder summer nights. &lt;br /&gt;It just not the nights for people like you &amp; you.&lt;br /&gt;point noted, the ugly couple?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; last long, without getting any idiotic relationship mess up. &lt;br /&gt;Good luck &amp; goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : the particular you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7838668470288496099?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7838668470288496099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7838668470288496099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7838668470288496099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7838668470288496099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/break-it-up.html' title='break it up.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2WLsxWlxEI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3MWGa1wGBJ0/s72-c/1251466695914517.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8460801532528306876</id><published>2010-01-28T17:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:52:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>geo, you sucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2FciZo0QUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d6e_R9ehVFw/s1600-h/BAxQAJRP8gxocfot7PqysqYwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2FciZo0QUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d6e_R9ehVFw/s400/BAxQAJRP8gxocfot7PqysqYwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431724371652919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For every minute you're sad, you lose sixty seconds of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop being sad &amp; study for my &lt;em&gt;geography&lt;/em&gt; test.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i just wonder what make me take up geography in the very first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Sh!t&lt;/em&gt;, It make no sense/ no sense make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; fall deeply in love with my god damn geography textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; listen to Ms. C's monkey language lectures more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; take a shoval &amp; totally dig out every piece of geo ws from under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; eat more food to understand geography of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; pack myself away to all types of forests for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; analyse a river .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; camp near some coast &amp; erode tgt with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; burn geo books &amp; eat them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Life hates you, you should hate life too.&lt;br /&gt;When life makes things difficult for you, do the same thing back to life.&lt;br /&gt;So when life gets tough, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;screw it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Sometimes i want to withdraw from humanity &amp; live in a cave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME &amp; ILLAISHA AGREED THAT TODAY JUST SUCKS TRUCKLOADS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8460801532528306876?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S2FciZo0QUI/AAAAAAAAAlg/d6e_R9ehVFw/s72-c/BAxQAJRP8gxocfot7PqysqYwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7568183755941654215</id><published>2010-01-25T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:22:18.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S12osYIeb9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/RbjnhVnfcK4/s1600-h/blahblahblah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S12osYIeb9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/RbjnhVnfcK4/s400/blahblahblah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430682206024396754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saw my &lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt; son on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, below is our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H : Who's my daddy?....&lt;br /&gt;Y : Wasabi lah.&lt;br /&gt;H : Then who's my father's father?&lt;br /&gt;Y : Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;H : So it's Wasabi bin Sushi?...&lt;br /&gt;Y : Yes.&lt;br /&gt;H : Then why am i binte?&lt;br /&gt;Y : Because we thought you're a girl &amp; by right you should be called soya sauce binte wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;H : Wah, you all never check that thing de lor. &amp; soya sauce?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : &lt;strong&gt;Hongggggggggggggggg ♥ Hweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/strong&gt; This is our random stuffs. *winks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7568183755941654215?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;you know i always love you TRUCKLOADS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope ya like the gift we bought you. (:&lt;br /&gt;Smile always &amp; stay HAPPY. &lt;br /&gt;You're a great darling, always not failing to be there for me when i need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I enjoyed myself heaps today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, thanks, uncle POON for being the staty &amp; chicken wings man the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i bet it sucks being the man being covered in smoke whole evening.&lt;br /&gt;btw, Ah Ming, stop complaining about the half-bowl chicken rice that costs you 3 bucks. i already tell you lehh, that the stall person wanna close for the day, you're just the last customer then only half-bowl left. HAHAHHA! :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is this emo kia? Hint : a punggol kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJXOoBf5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0PwHKPQ-KVE/s1600-h/P230110_14.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJXOoBf5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0PwHKPQ-KVE/s320/P230110_14.30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429944070392872850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJW3jJJsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E4sYPfzHSkA/s1600-h/P230110_14.31%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJW3jJJsI/AAAAAAAAAlA/E4sYPfzHSkA/s320/P230110_14.31%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429944064198387394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJWhmIcyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dkpI_5eDldA/s1600-h/P230110_14.31%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJWhmIcyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/dkpI_5eDldA/s320/P230110_14.31%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429944058305344290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S : ashwini &amp; I came from the same planet. I ♥  her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2662036871288686247?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2662036871288686247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2662036871288686247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2662036871288686247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2662036871288686247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-darling.html' title='Happy birthday, DARLING!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1sJXOoBf5I/AAAAAAAAAlI/0PwHKPQ-KVE/s72-c/P230110_14.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4348896080187094947</id><published>2010-01-20T21:31:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:47:04.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body World FTW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1hVonBN6mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ktcHvkvaStE/s1600-h/18080_262076533049_571698049_3302022_6402824_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1haoOn4ypI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9j2UjhcYh14/s400/18080_263665673049_571698049_3308199_1086062_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429188997961796242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just came back from body world with my friends. HAHA! &lt;br /&gt;I've got to say that though im not a biology type of person, but im totally falling in love with body world! &lt;br /&gt;i swear its super duper awesomesxzxzxz!&lt;br /&gt;The body world is a special feature on the human life cycle, shows the body living through time- from the first spark of life at conception to infancy and child-hood, from adolescence &amp; youth to adult-hood &amp; old age. &lt;br /&gt;In there, it seriously show you the real bodies of humans, you can see every nerves, vessels, muscles, teeth, tongue, hair, fingernails. They even peel a skin of a dead human to put on displays. &amp; there's also foetus on display.&lt;br /&gt;IT DAMNIT COOL! I WANNA GO THERE AGAIN SOMEDAY!&lt;br /&gt;its really worth the trip there even if you aint a biology student.&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys are now itching to see it, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of course, i can bet that illaisha &amp; cheryl will agree with me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, we surely had a crazy type of fun in science centre running here &amp; there. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ending off here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1hZSqz1ADI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zZakPBvjytE/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1hZSqz1ADI/AAAAAAAAAkY/zZakPBvjytE/s400/untitled2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429187528059322418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4348896080187094947?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4348896080187094947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4348896080187094947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4348896080187094947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4348896080187094947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/body-world-ftw.html' title='Body World FTW!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1hVonBN6mI/AAAAAAAAAhY/ktcHvkvaStE/s72-c/18080_262076533049_571698049_3302022_6402824_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6781332162931691200</id><published>2010-01-19T21:37:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:48:20.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='padding:3px; border:1px solid #FF6600; border-bottom:0px; width:310px'&gt;&lt;object width='310' height='259'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/WnUpTMfuiDY&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/WnUpTMfuiDY&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='500' height='500'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width='500' height='500'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=787534&amp;speed=4' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should try listening to this song,&lt;br /&gt;its damnit awesomesxzxz! :D&lt;br /&gt;Im falling in love with it. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm lovin' it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, did i mention that tmr is half-day?&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Me. Gosh! im gonna love tmr.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a school off early day, no heavy bags day, less periods day!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, &lt;strong&gt;ITS GONNA BE A HALF-DAY! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P/S : there's nothing worse than not smiling everyday. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6781332162931691200?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6781332162931691200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6781332162931691200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6781332162931691200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6781332162931691200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='two is better than one'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6960935324966152903</id><published>2010-01-17T21:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:38:53.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr D.'s Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr27a3rsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/tadfDzNt4ys/s1600-h/P16-01-10_22.51%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr27a3rsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/tadfDzNt4ys/s320/P16-01-10_22.51%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082042295791298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr2oS6S9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/UKGhvYQatqc/s1600-h/P16-01-10_22.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr2oS6S9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/UKGhvYQatqc/s320/P16-01-10_22.52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082037162134482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr2fpri1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NvWbUoprs84/s1600-h/P16-01-10_22.52%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr2fpri1I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/NvWbUoprs84/s320/P16-01-10_22.52%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082034841717586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1RtiIMV0OI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NDIDUwjjN0I/s1600-h/P16-01-10_22.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1RtiIMV0OI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NDIDUwjjN0I/s320/P16-01-10_22.51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428083883970515170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, its awesome how we're able to get free tickets from Mr D. to his concert.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it isnt bad, only that the beginning is a bit too over boring so i cant help feeling sleepy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I like how they managed to do gimmicks for 'Highlights from grease'. &lt;br /&gt;I can said that LYSB is nothing but awesomesxzxz. :D&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, saw a few of my NCO friends there.&lt;br /&gt;*i managed to did drum roll on someone's fat &amp; round tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : im kinda lazy to update nowadays uhs. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Let the right one in. Let the old dreams die. Let the wrong ones go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rtw81RAbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MwbhZRHg5i8/s1600-h/21950_256053522069_807987069_3155838_3458709_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rtw81RAbI/AAAAAAAAAgw/MwbhZRHg5i8/s400/21950_256053522069_807987069_3155838_3458709_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428084138618978738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6960935324966152903?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6960935324966152903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6960935324966152903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6960935324966152903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6960935324966152903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/mr-ds-concert.html' title='Mr D.&apos;s Concert'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1Rr27a3rsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/tadfDzNt4ys/s72-c/P16-01-10_22.51%5B01%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7941433824774224050</id><published>2010-01-15T21:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:40:23.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIP.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B51kl1u1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/iFClXmqSR9s/s1600-h/Dsc00586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B51kl1u1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/iFClXmqSR9s/s400/Dsc00586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426971512243862354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9zMbVN7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/RMwyyb8J_Dg/s1600-h/Dsc00646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9zMbVN7I/AAAAAAAAAgA/RMwyyb8J_Dg/s400/Dsc00646.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975869444110258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9y1zM9-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/x0lTl6btRqA/s1600-h/Dsc00643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9y1zM9-I/AAAAAAAAAf4/x0lTl6btRqA/s400/Dsc00643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975863370217442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9yZiMdXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/erVne9gOMDE/s1600-h/Dsc00635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9yZiMdXI/AAAAAAAAAfw/erVne9gOMDE/s400/Dsc00635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975855782688114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9x7a2zWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ud42fOccYbI/s1600-h/Dsc00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9x7a2zWI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ud42fOccYbI/s400/Dsc00628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975847698845026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9xcPwIUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/J4H0zoapvNI/s1600-h/Dsc00590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B9xcPwIUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/J4H0zoapvNI/s400/Dsc00590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426975839330771266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos on AI band's TIP.&lt;br /&gt;CCA open house photos will come soon, watch for updates. :}&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i think we did pretty well. so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7941433824774224050?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7941433824774224050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7941433824774224050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7941433824774224050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7941433824774224050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/tip.html' title='TIP.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S1B51kl1u1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/iFClXmqSR9s/s72-c/Dsc00586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1753906615477015550</id><published>2010-01-11T18:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:16:16.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sH9Xt4WwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ek91MKUXO9c/s1600-h/hvkarajan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sH9Xt4WwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ek91MKUXO9c/s400/hvkarajan1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425438927017761538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herbert von Karajan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sHGiXwg8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SJYsjTf8-TI/s1600-h/rfh-rattle-schumann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sHGiXwg8I/AAAAAAAAAfA/SJYsjTf8-TI/s400/rfh-rattle-schumann.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425437984984957890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sir Simon Rattle&lt;/strong&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sHGEUZHaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9mIoU3b4NIU/s1600-h/134_x600_class_lucerne_rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sHGEUZHaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/9mIoU3b4NIU/s400/134_x600_class_lucerne_rev.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425437976917777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claudio Abbado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh gees, been helping my sister with her theory hmwk recently.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; she got like heaps and heaps of researching to do but she always did it in the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; this time, its research on conductors. Oh. my. gosh. , its like there are loads of conductors out there.&lt;br /&gt;damn, she's lucky she only has to research on a few or else i swear she will be dead meat. :/&lt;br /&gt;HAH, i chose to research on Claudio Abbado, Sir Simon Rattle, Herbert von Karajan etc.&lt;br /&gt;Here's some facts about these conductors.&lt;br /&gt;For Claudio Abbado, i bet he must be the most outstanding Italian conductor. This guy here rapidly became known internationally as an orchestral and opera conductor after won the 1958 Koussevitsky Competition &amp; the 1963 Dimitri Mitropoulos Prize. WOW, How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;For Sir Simon Rattle, hmmm, his conducting is very espressive. :D&lt;br /&gt;I like his conducting style, thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;SIMON RATTLE, YOU ROCKS! ♥ i salute you for that. :}&lt;br /&gt;For Herbert von Karajan, he likes the great masters of european music, especially Beethoven, Brahms, Wagner and Strauss. Haha, plus he likes to wear cool &amp; good looking outfit while he's conducting on stage. &lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOO! But personally, i like Sir Simon Rattle with his curly &amp; bouncing hair. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; mentioning upon music, reminds me of TIP.&lt;br /&gt;haha, overall its alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;For once, i feel great &amp; proud about this band.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correction. im always proud of this band, this mightly Ahmad ibrahim Concert Band. , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double GOSH, there's english tomorrow. wah, there will be reading of passage with all the pauses, stress, rythmn, 'th' sounds. Someone help me survive tomorrow, Prettyyyyy pleaseeeeeeeeee! i dread english lessons nowadays, i'll only spend time in english classes starring at the clock until Ms. C said 'can i've yanhong to read this passage?' then that will be my doom moment where 36 pairs of eyes on you suddenly seems so interested in you waiting for you to project your voice &amp; read the passage. English do makes me be in the ultimate spotlight for no damnit reason. Oh man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joke of the day : Ms. Su 12 hours movitation talk. {i think only james understand this joke.} &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1753906615477015550?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1753906615477015550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1753906615477015550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1753906615477015550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1753906615477015550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoery.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0sH9Xt4WwI/AAAAAAAAAfI/Ek91MKUXO9c/s72-c/hvkarajan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4860066594538797980</id><published>2010-01-08T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:15:36.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so you hahs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;From : me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a underaged girl so you better shut theeeeee hellllll up!&lt;br /&gt;you got to understand the concept that, not everything goes your ways.&lt;br /&gt;being a selfish person wanting both of the worlds only down grade you. &lt;br /&gt;be more generous to yourself &amp; the others.&lt;br /&gt;and you will achieve more than you ever thought you would.&lt;br /&gt;Trust my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To : you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saw a letter written like the above in a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4860066594538797980?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4860066594538797980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4860066594538797980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4860066594538797980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4860066594538797980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-so-you-hahs.html' title='this is so you hahs.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8983457997846566187</id><published>2010-01-07T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:33:51.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna sit down &amp; shut up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0XirIOerXI/AAAAAAAAAew/F5xycnERw_M/s1600-h/1248834441647318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0XirIOerXI/AAAAAAAAAew/F5xycnERw_M/s400/1248834441647318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423990556808097138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i hope &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; could disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, i hope all see everyone in the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;all in one boat with loopholes. &lt;br /&gt;or rather, lots of loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;never ending loopholes.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like once this particular loophole got covered up &lt;br /&gt;&amp; for no reason, another will pop out from somewhere like magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, i just need to sit. down. shut. up. and. have. a. drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8983457997846566187?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8983457997846566187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8983457997846566187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8983457997846566187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8983457997846566187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-wanna-sit-down-shut-up.html' title='i just wanna sit down &amp; shut up!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0XirIOerXI/AAAAAAAAAew/F5xycnERw_M/s72-c/1248834441647318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6785353204306548348</id><published>2010-01-05T18:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:58:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0MRq8BdppI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RPyAo9qnBTk/s1600-h/1243786338486350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0MRq8BdppI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RPyAo9qnBTk/s400/1243786338486350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423197805648651922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;im trying to overcome all this in one day.&lt;br /&gt;all this just numb me.&lt;br /&gt;what is all this?&lt;br /&gt;i've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;one moment its pain right deep down &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; the next moment, its as though i had taken painkiller, i no longer feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;one sentence, im heartbroken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gonna smile for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6785353204306548348?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6785353204306548348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6785353204306548348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6785353204306548348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6785353204306548348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html' title='happiness?'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/S0MRq8BdppI/AAAAAAAAAeo/RPyAo9qnBTk/s72-c/1243786338486350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3137356943257321131</id><published>2010-01-02T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:20:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sz7zkIYTL9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/oWOmzpv_JDM/s1600-h/Love_by_meidy89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sz7zkIYTL9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/oWOmzpv_JDM/s400/Love_by_meidy89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422038803450900434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Love - Trademark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two a.m. and the rain is falling&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Here we are at the cross roads once again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You're telling me you're so confused&lt;br /&gt; You can't make up your mind&lt;br /&gt; This is meant to be you're asking me&lt;br /&gt; But only love can say&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Try again or walk away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt; The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;So I'll just play my part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt; But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt; That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In your arm as the dawn is breaking&lt;br /&gt; Face to face and &lt;strong&gt;a thousand miles apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I've tried my best to make you see&lt;br /&gt; There's hope beyond the pain&lt;br /&gt; If we give enough if we learn to trust&lt;br /&gt; But only love can say&lt;br /&gt; Try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt; But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt; The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt; So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt; And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;But I can't make you see it through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;That's something only love can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I know if I could find the words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;To touch you deep inside&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You'd give our dream just one more chance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Don't let this be our goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But only love can say&lt;br /&gt; Try again or walk away&lt;br /&gt; But I believe for you and me&lt;br /&gt; The sun will shine one day&lt;br /&gt; So I'll just play my part&lt;br /&gt; And pray you'll have a change of heart&lt;br /&gt; But I can't make you see it through&lt;br /&gt; That's something only love can do&lt;br /&gt; That's something only love can do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3137356943257321131?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3137356943257321131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3137356943257321131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3137356943257321131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3137356943257321131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sz7zkIYTL9I/AAAAAAAAAeg/oWOmzpv_JDM/s72-c/Love_by_meidy89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4518506636089848061</id><published>2010-01-01T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T14:06:57.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cashcard you</title><content type='html'>I conclude that work is tougher than i thought. &lt;br /&gt;haha, now i know why gab said good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;its tough luck trying to please 4 tables of people at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;4 tables of people = 40 people&lt;br /&gt;so everyone kanchong here &amp; there.&lt;br /&gt;plus wearing a baju kurung is so warm even when in an air-con room, difficult to run in it too. imagine you're gonna chase a bus in a baju kurung. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;at this point of time, i was serving then someone at the table shouted my name so i looked up. Guess who i saw. sayidah! my god, my eyes got damn big cause i seriously have no idea how she got all the way from bedok down to woodlands just for dinner. haha, until now it still dont make sense to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then throughout the whole night, people keep asking if im a malay and a lot of them keep speaking malay to me. i friggging dont understand a single thing. ): &lt;br /&gt;im pretty sure im the only chinese there. haha, everything i heard, i need a translater. COOL! ._.v &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa taught me a new trick, that is CASHCARD! HAHA, lisa, you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks lisa for the great job experience. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : my body is aching like hell today, thanks to ytd. HMPH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4518506636089848061?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4518506636089848061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4518506636089848061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4518506636089848061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4518506636089848061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2010/01/cashcard-you.html' title='cashcard you'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6489923079375774077</id><published>2009-12-30T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:49:09.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little boy, you will understand this someday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szv026zUfdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1E3yBxYO1R0/s1600-h/19934_101941586499845_100000520118503_50805_7370141_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szv026zUfdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1E3yBxYO1R0/s400/19934_101941586499845_100000520118503_50805_7370141_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421195800805146066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An empty street An empty house A hole inside heart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm all alone and the rooms are getting smaller&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I wonder how I wonder why I wonder where they are&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Life is about letting go when its time to.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must understand life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy loves you.&lt;br /&gt;Stay happy always. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6489923079375774077?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6489923079375774077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6489923079375774077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6489923079375774077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6489923079375774077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-will-understand-this-someday.html' title='little boy, you will understand this someday.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szv026zUfdI/AAAAAAAAAeY/1E3yBxYO1R0/s72-c/19934_101941586499845_100000520118503_50805_7370141_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1499765139998941122</id><published>2009-12-29T22:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:28:11.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolala! dancing in the streets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzoQ_X5GH-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/l0rG9pOMlk8/s1600-h/1259983326511173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzoQ_X5GH-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/l0rG9pOMlk8/s400/1259983326511173.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420663782425108450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act happy, when really everything is going horribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;-Everything seems to be going to shit but you act happy, laugh and joke, and generally cover up how you feel, even though you know things are just getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MR. SUN&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Please shine down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Hiding behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;These little children are asking you. To please come out so we can play with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Please shine down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Please shine down on me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Hiding behind a tree.&lt;br /&gt;These little children are asking you. To please come out so we can play with you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mr. Sun. Sun. Mr. golden sun. Please shine down on, please shine down on,&lt;br /&gt;Please shine down on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits of the lyrics : GAB TOH XIAO JIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tadah, its the brand new me &amp; im not scared of you. C:&lt;br /&gt;just gonna let this go without killing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1499765139998941122?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1499765139998941122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1499765139998941122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1499765139998941122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1499765139998941122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/woolala-dancing-in-streets.html' title='Woolala! dancing in the streets.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzoQ_X5GH-I/AAAAAAAAAeI/l0rG9pOMlk8/s72-c/1259983326511173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5885792341718473729</id><published>2009-12-28T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:46:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a wire snapped.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szi1SPlJx4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/2C0V7SMnAv0/s1600-h/1250201167628861.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szi1SPlJx4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/2C0V7SMnAv0/s400/1250201167628861.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420281476565026690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sun, sun, mr. golden sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only remember the first line of this song.&lt;br /&gt;I believe this song has come across the childhood lives of most of us.&lt;br /&gt;it has bring lots of fun to me, especially annoying gab by singing the first line over &amp; over again.&lt;br /&gt;Then he will try &amp; ends the whole of my fun singing session by saying &lt;br /&gt;'a body of a 15 years old but a brain of a 5 years old.'&lt;br /&gt;wah, gab must be the world's biggest baddie. &gt;:{&lt;br /&gt;FAT-DISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;who can give me the rest of the lyrics?! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This line actually managed to bring me to my feets once again. &lt;br /&gt;Thats its amazing power. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : i think you guys did your best &amp; im proud of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5885792341718473729?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5885792341718473729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5885792341718473729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5885792341718473729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5885792341718473729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/wire-snapped.html' title='a wire snapped.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Szi1SPlJx4I/AAAAAAAAAeA/2C0V7SMnAv0/s72-c/1250201167628861.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5233057763107928467</id><published>2009-12-25T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:43:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas! :}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzTPmShN_HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-ODyYTM4Oeg/s1600-h/00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzTPmShN_HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-ODyYTM4Oeg/s400/00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419184508346694770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1 year old son, HASHBROWN BINTE WASABI, gave me chocolate for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks son!&lt;br /&gt;Mummy loves you though you keep poking my blue black! ♥&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, be careful i abandon you at the mall again. &lt;br /&gt;Then you can cry for all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my whole family is lameeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, &lt;br /&gt;urgent call me so many times just to get me home to eat stemboat. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; did i mention that, &lt;br /&gt;dumb chubby piggy promised me that he will teach me how to play drums in the studio someday.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; he told me that his baby cousin is super cute.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, i wanna pinch his cheeks. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : get well soon, baby. (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5233057763107928467?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5233057763107928467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5233057763107928467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5233057763107928467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5233057763107928467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='merry christmas! :}'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzTPmShN_HI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-ODyYTM4Oeg/s72-c/00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6956985912130297167</id><published>2009-12-22T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:39:10.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i changed my face.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzDMCub5-rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nyhnkjSnNbM/s1600-h/1251180500241516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzDMCub5-rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nyhnkjSnNbM/s400/1251180500241516.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418054698923588274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think you deliever this early christmas present.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh come on, im a happy girl now. C:&lt;br /&gt;building sandcastles, jumping into the water, doing jump shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isnt that what happy girls do in their free time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;open up, open up some happiness!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : there's no more hole in my heart, thanks to bi. he filled it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6956985912130297167?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6956985912130297167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6956985912130297167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6956985912130297167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6956985912130297167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-changed-my-face.html' title='i changed my face.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SzDMCub5-rI/AAAAAAAAAdw/nyhnkjSnNbM/s72-c/1251180500241516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3603426527866050024</id><published>2009-12-20T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:15:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;im confuse &amp; angry at myself.&lt;br /&gt;this is driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;i see the dark clouds coming up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be alright, girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3603426527866050024?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3603426527866050024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3603426527866050024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3603426527866050024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3603426527866050024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8138155293956889919</id><published>2009-12-19T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:26:19.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you start changing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;No matter how long it takes, it will get better. No matter how many tears fall, there will always be a time your eyes stop crying and start shining again. Just know that everything will be alright no matter what you, he or she thinks. Because life is nothing but a big elastic band. Stretched to one end, it will always bounce back to the beginning, in the end.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyzflOH1N6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/GUA_IzzBtMQ/s1600-h/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyzflOH1N6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/GUA_IzzBtMQ/s400/0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416950282358962082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One day, i'll have a sandcastle of my own.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People cry because they're sad.&lt;br /&gt;The sad feeling is gonna come back &amp; conquer me.&lt;br /&gt;i cant find any words to describe sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I love my blogsong. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hazzry : why everyone sad?&lt;br /&gt;Yanhong : Cause everyone isnt happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- C:&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be like this&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That everything I hold in&lt;br /&gt;Is everything I can't let go &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8138155293956889919?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8138155293956889919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8138155293956889919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8138155293956889919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8138155293956889919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-you-start-changing.html' title='when you start changing.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyzflOH1N6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/GUA_IzzBtMQ/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1100312840020250870</id><published>2009-12-17T22:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T14:20:51.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe in the change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;We used to be so close, but now we can be standing right beside each other and it feels like we're million miles apart.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping quiet at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;you told me you kinda dont want change &amp; you wanna change into the old you.&lt;br /&gt;you told me you dont feel comfortable with them most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I think you got me there, &lt;strong&gt;i believe you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you i know how to hide my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I told you i know how feelings change.&lt;br /&gt;I told you i know how someone change.&lt;br /&gt;I told you i know how to face life now.&lt;br /&gt;I told you i saw someone close to me, changed into the hideous monster overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now he told me he wanna change back. change back into the one i could share almost everything. back into the someone close to me. i never question why he changes, why he never turn back &amp; think for me, why he never clears his mind before changing, why didnt he thinks about the impacts on me. the big change has leave a deep scar in my heart weighing me down like a 1000 pounds rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you made me believe you could change. that a miracle could happen anything &amp; 'poof', thats the old you once again. i very much want to believe in this, im trying to drown myself deep into this fairytale-like mindset. i wished i could. &lt;strong&gt;i wished i could see the old sunny you bouncing through the door someday. ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not being negative in this post.&lt;br /&gt;im just happy that you've thought of changing back before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Santa, for christmas, i wished i could have the old him back.&lt;br /&gt;**i poke your tetek then you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- C:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won&lt;br /&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1100312840020250870?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1100312840020250870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1100312840020250870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1100312840020250870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1100312840020250870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/believe-change.html' title='believe in the change.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5037693011652117191</id><published>2009-12-16T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:21:41.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet love ; 10.35! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/?action=view&amp;current=1247143246363134.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i845.photobucket.com/albums/ab11/yanhong-syh/1247143246363134.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy one month.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those late nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby. Sayang. Dear. Bi. Darling. Love. Honey. Dar. Sweetheart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Franklin P. Jones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5037693011652117191?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5037693011652117191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5037693011652117191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5037693011652117191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5037693011652117191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweet-love-1035.html' title='sweet love ; 10.35! ♥'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-8699177029294672958</id><published>2009-12-13T22:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:45:07.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT50ANh92I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZRFKYRMJaps/s1600-h/P131209_13.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT50ANh92I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZRFKYRMJaps/s320/P131209_13.12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414727323811444578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT5z10rRKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EIJJpiplfYA/s1600-h/P131209_13.12%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT5z10rRKI/AAAAAAAAAdA/EIJJpiplfYA/s320/P131209_13.12%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414727321022842018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the inside of a christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is gonna be fun this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out all the way to orchard to shop with ah yue.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's this salegirl that sort of force her to buy clothes. HAHAHA! :P&lt;br /&gt;WAH, there's so much of clothes there.&lt;br /&gt;I bet if hazzry &amp; gab see this, they will be like some nagging old women grumbling in front of their computer/laptop. :} HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;And wooohooo, gab is back by tmr &amp; im gna pinch his fats. * FAT-DISH &lt;br /&gt;Thats all for today, ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : &lt;b&gt;im a happy girl. ^^&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S : 3 more days counting down to my surprise &amp; mummy's chalet.&lt;br /&gt;P/S/S/S : 4 more days to new moon with darlings &amp; ming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT7GqTLHlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d84SrmjOKMs/s1600-h/grandmaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT7GqTLHlI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d84SrmjOKMs/s400/grandmaman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414728743858675282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And i've to admit that HAZZRY BINTE WASABI &amp; GAB TOH XIAO JIE are GRANDMAMEN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-8699177029294672958?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/8699177029294672958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=8699177029294672958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8699177029294672958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/8699177029294672958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-fun.html' title='Shopping fun!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyT50ANh92I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZRFKYRMJaps/s72-c/P131209_13.12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5588424087697279175</id><published>2009-12-12T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T09:13:02.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people told me its a correct choice i made.'/><title type='text'>3 years up the road, things aint like that at all.</title><content type='html'>[Edited]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyO0fIScK3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/0kfMOWiBwto/s1600-h/1245282018400422.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyO0fIScK3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/0kfMOWiBwto/s400/1245282018400422.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414369623923239794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seeing this, reminds me of &lt;i&gt;US NOW&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself never to talk about this again. But when i saw this picture, i got an urge to dig out every single thing again &amp; talk about it. Soooooo, here goes. Pure friendship is what we &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to have. haha, you &lt;strong&gt;once owned &lt;/strong&gt;a big part of my world. Im not kidding, &lt;strong&gt;A BIG PART!&lt;/strong&gt; But Im pretty sure we brought so much of unhappiness into each other's lifes. Yes, heaps of unhappiness &amp; tears in fact. To think we &lt;strong&gt;once shared &lt;/strong&gt;everything under the sun, from tie to uniforms, from drinks to hmwk, from batman secrets to inside jokes. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; all that belongs to the nerdy us 3 stone ages years ago, &lt;strong&gt;3 frigggginggg years ago.&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; Now, hmmmmm, what has change? I said lots of things. Things like attitude, cliques, hairstyles, skirt lengths, different kinds of dreams, even the truth seems to twist itself into a hideous shape till i cant differentiate whether its a truth or a fake. ewwww, it pains me just to say these stuffs. we're now using invsible weapons simply to kill each other silently, the feeling feels like a voice saying 'dont ever stop this war!'. Its precisely a war era in this state. Now i can walk past you like i never have anything to do with you. i never know that things will turn out like this, cause no one predict the future. but if people do, im never willing to let this war starts &amp; let us kill us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually told myself to leave the fond memories, leave those words, leave this friendship behind &amp; let you take away all the bad ones as you go so that i'll only remember your goods.&lt;br /&gt;It feels good huh, you going your way &amp; i going mine. &lt;span style="font-size:55%;"&gt;ITS DOESNT FEEL GOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i told myself to be strong without you, but sometimes this just isnt gna works.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, just sometimes, i feel sad about letting you go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5588424087697279175?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5588424087697279175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5588424087697279175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5588424087697279175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5588424087697279175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-years-up-road-things-aint-like-that.html' title='3 years up the road, things aint like that at all.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyO0fIScK3I/AAAAAAAAAc4/0kfMOWiBwto/s72-c/1245282018400422.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6032075745120628195</id><published>2009-12-10T22:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:43:36.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>091209 BBQ! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;[Edited]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YxUrgGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rftZ0gdABYU/s1600-h/13048_197067047069_807987069_2899986_2187134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YxUrgGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rftZ0gdABYU/s400/13048_197067047069_807987069_2899986_2187134_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810962772492386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YoU9ZfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/C890UH8hGuI/s1600-h/09122009217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YoU9ZfI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/C890UH8hGuI/s400/09122009217.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810960357746162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YOML1zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vRCYsiLb3nw/s1600-h/13048_197113907069_807987069_2900204_5113002_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YOML1zI/AAAAAAAAAcI/vRCYsiLb3nw/s400/13048_197113907069_807987069_2900204_5113002_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413810953341622066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGxcWQyJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/R2B4NtTMPs0/s1600-h/13048_197106407069_807987069_2900095_7029233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGxcWQyJI/AAAAAAAAAcw/R2B4NtTMPs0/s400/13048_197106407069_807987069_2900095_7029233_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413826779801503890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGxPW_R9I/AAAAAAAAAco/nsAmX2fhiSs/s1600-h/13048_197030767069_807987069_2899937_4152233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGxPW_R9I/AAAAAAAAAco/nsAmX2fhiSs/s400/13048_197030767069_807987069_2899937_4152233_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413826776314890194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGw9zIp_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/e7xZJQllfOc/s1600-h/13048_197089567069_807987069_2900061_4957070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyHGw9zIp_I/AAAAAAAAAcg/e7xZJQllfOc/s400/13048_197089567069_807987069_2900061_4957070_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413826771601106930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I LOVE THEM BIG TIME! ♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your all rocks my underwear upside down.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby pool dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;afternoon swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heaps of security guards' warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hide-and-seek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;STEAM room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitar hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;'Only Love' on piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;dumb jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snack-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bee hoon feast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caucasian sausage &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roasted marshmellows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;100 photos Record &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonding section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joke of the day :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved junior said he wanna send cereal to me through the mail.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6032075745120628195?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6032075745120628195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6032075745120628195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6032075745120628195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6032075745120628195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/091209-bbq.html' title='091209 BBQ! ♥'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SyG4YxUrgGI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rftZ0gdABYU/s72-c/13048_197067047069_807987069_2899986_2187134_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2838013756990215013</id><published>2009-12-05T21:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:57:06.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert, concerts, &amp; more concerts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxpqyaTJUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6Xj8QbViImg/s1600-h/1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxpqyaTJUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6Xj8QbViImg/s400/1234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411755316524700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxpqyJTRBCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5idap_qnyDA/s1600-h/123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxpqyJTRBCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5idap_qnyDA/s400/123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411755311961801762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YSS JUNIOR BAND GRADUATION CONCERT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for this concert with buddys, brother, liyue, lili, syafiqah, J., yuyang.&lt;br /&gt;They played Sousa Times Twosa, Aruba Tuba, Gates of Orion, Trash Concerto, St. Petersburg March &amp; Louie Louie.&lt;br /&gt;Their 'Trash Concerto' is really played with real stuffs like the rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;Coolies, YSS band is bloody cool.&lt;br /&gt;They only have 32 members playing for this concert, but they sound really great.&lt;br /&gt;Adrian even did a solo in the last song. {Dude, you rock!}&lt;br /&gt;i like their conductors! :D&lt;br /&gt;This is a cool band.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nice show done, Adrian, methilda &amp; band!&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we even managed to take a photo with Mr David.&lt;br /&gt;then syafiqah told me she didnt regret coming to this concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYES, J. gna help me with the T.bone section.&lt;br /&gt;I'LL COMPLETE THIS MISSION IN 3 MONTHS! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; J. told me he feel gulity because he forget to pass me my present.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! he's funny &amp; quiet. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I ♥ you loads x 1000000000000000000000000000000!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : HAZZRY BINTE WASABI buddy went to family's chalet &amp; im starting to miss him. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2838013756990215013?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2838013756990215013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2838013756990215013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2838013756990215013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2838013756990215013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/concert-concerts-more-concerts.html' title='concert, concerts, &amp; more concerts.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxpqyaTJUhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6Xj8QbViImg/s72-c/1234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1809836508288329434</id><published>2009-12-04T21:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:12:22.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th again ;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxkSLQk2_eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nKDEXe9J0d4/s1600-h/1254441536737763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxkSLQk2_eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nKDEXe9J0d4/s400/1254441536737763.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411376411899788770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to go there someday, to have a photo taken with that tall tower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day out with buddys today.&lt;br /&gt;COOKING MAMA GAME FTW! &lt;br /&gt;we got a record of 17 '0' scores in a row.&lt;br /&gt;this prove that we damn lousy at cooking, &lt;br /&gt;i laughed till my tummy hurts while playing the game. HAHA! ^^&lt;br /&gt;BUDDYS, thanks for the gift &amp; the tibits, I ♥ it! &lt;br /&gt;its great having you all as my buddys, you all made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FAT-DISH &amp; MOON WALK (ahem ahem!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to,&lt;br /&gt;baby, gab, sayang, hazzry BINTE WASABI, yuyang, zhengde, peisin, jamesssss, RJ, Jiney darl, ah yue, lisa, twinneh, CHANsiaosiao, my EX-WIFE, musa, ZM, pearlyn, amirul, fiona GOH, nicholas, ben, joseph, eekinjep, heecheng, rai, fado, shiting, jacqueline, alexandra, yin kai, choon kiat, james, hady, laiyu, darren, anthonia, pig, adear, bryan, carmel, syafiqah, sijie, andrea, ashwini, dzakiyyah, bava, AJ, xin ru, lucas, lili BAOBEI, shiqin, jeric, hedy, coretta, xiao wei, ivy, goh en, junyang BABY, Tsukimori, methilda, lin rui, chiWEN, atikah, yong siang, ah hui, ting wei, chong hao, yiyin!&lt;br /&gt;For your birthday wishes. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1809836508288329434?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1809836508288329434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1809836508288329434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1809836508288329434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1809836508288329434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/4th-again.html' title='4th again ;'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxkSLQk2_eI/AAAAAAAAAbo/nKDEXe9J0d4/s72-c/1254441536737763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-3901972784666285849</id><published>2009-12-03T21:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:13:31.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you held my hand, ☺</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxfJwCidqPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e1gpDTbcV4/s1600-h/1248291215762508.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxfJwCidqPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e1gpDTbcV4/s400/1248291215762508.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411015304461265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope this smiley never change, &lt;br /&gt;though things do change for either the better or the worst.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to Crescent Girls' Band concert.&lt;br /&gt;They played &lt;b&gt;Can't Take My Eyes Off You&lt;/b&gt; for their encore.&lt;br /&gt;A different version from ours, i like it the way they play it.&lt;br /&gt;I also liked when they played High School Musical 3.&lt;br /&gt;they rock! :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The moment i saw you, that cold nervous feeling that runs down my back, the bear hug, that sudden hand hold that left my heart beating fast after that, big spectales that i like, encore being called, pissed off buddys, my tired legs, the sleepy me, surprised at some people. ♥&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for this saturday concert, will be supporting besties.&lt;br /&gt;Play well &amp; i'll clap well. HAHA! kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Going out tmr with my BUDDYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 BOWLS OF LASKA &amp; 2 BOTTLE OF 1.5 LITRES OF GREEN TEAS FTW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp; i found out 'WAH WAH WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' seems to work well on my buddys.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I win no matter what as long as i do the 'wah-ing' method. &lt;br /&gt;this dec hols is packed for me.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there's still heaps of hmwk to be done, a concert to attend with J., two of my NCO friends' concerts to attend, outings to go to, &amp; many moreeeeeeeeeeee FUNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM HAPPY NOW! ._.v&lt;br /&gt;so dont spoil my fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ,&lt;br /&gt;rasyid, J., LION MUMMY, yi jie, jie ying &amp; Shaik Mohamed Eusope for their early birthday wishes. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;zm for his early birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LION MUMMY shld be heading to JA-pan now.&lt;br /&gt;TIGER will miss you yeah! &lt;br /&gt;Bluff you one. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Love is like a friendship caught on fire: In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bruce Lee. :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-3901972784666285849?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/3901972784666285849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=3901972784666285849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3901972784666285849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/3901972784666285849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-held-my-hand.html' title='you held my hand, ☺'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxfJwCidqPI/AAAAAAAAAbg/5e1gpDTbcV4/s72-c/1248291215762508.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5661299083635841730</id><published>2009-11-30T18:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:47:56.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick &gt;:{</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxPL7LaZWDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/njhc1Tr2PYw/s1600/d2761555fabaad86_tumblr_ksj3srZCpg1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxPL7LaZWDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/njhc1Tr2PYw/s400/d2761555fabaad86_tumblr_ksj3srZCpg1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409891794938320946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;missing you as usual.&lt;br /&gt;The only special &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the joke of the day ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hazzry tio a car bang while picking up his newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;I'll dial 995 for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice system picked up the call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 to report about a road accident.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 to report about a killer case.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 to report about an own self kill own self case.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 to report about a fire setting case.&lt;br /&gt;Press 5 to report about someone kena raped.&lt;br /&gt;Press 6 to report about a robbery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 if the person tio jet plane bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 if the person tio car bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 if the person tio big truck bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 if the person tio super small truck bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 5 if the person tio motorcycle bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 6 if the person tio bicycle bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 if its the person's fault that he/she tio bang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 if its the driver's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 if there's a third party's fault.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 if its both parties' fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 if you need an ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 if you need a helicoptor.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 if you need a cab.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 if you need a normal car transport.&lt;br /&gt;Press 5 if you need a superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 to select direction towards north.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 to select direction towards south.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 to select direction towards east.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 to select direction towards west.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 to stop at yishun.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 to stop at khatib.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 to stop at sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 to stop at admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;Press 5 to stop at woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;Press 6 to stop at ang mio kio.&lt;br /&gt;Press 7 to stop at yio chu kang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 to stop outside sembawang sec school.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 to stop at sun plaza.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 to stop at canberra park.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 to stop outside canberra pri school.&lt;br /&gt;Press 5 to stop outside canberra sec school.&lt;br /&gt;Press 6 to stop at SSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed option 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press 1 if you think this is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Press 2 if you want to cancel this call.&lt;br /&gt;Press 3 if the person is dead.&lt;br /&gt;Press 4 if you want to cancel the transport option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pressed every options. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Apparently more sick than before, wont be able to go for band tmr.&lt;br /&gt;OH GOSH, MERRY WIDOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for &lt;b&gt;021209&lt;/b&gt;. C:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5661299083635841730?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5661299083635841730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5661299083635841730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5661299083635841730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5661299083635841730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick.html' title='sick &gt;:{'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SxPL7LaZWDI/AAAAAAAAAbY/njhc1Tr2PYw/s72-c/d2761555fabaad86_tumblr_ksj3srZCpg1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-4893334019342066365</id><published>2009-11-26T22:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:48:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contagious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyNTkyNDU1NDUxMjAmcHQ9MTI1OTI*NTU1NTgzMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZvPTZlOGU3YTZhZGI1MDRlNjBiNDZhMGVhN2EzMDE1OWU4.gif" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" height="155" width="218" style="width:218px;height:155px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://assets.myflashfetish.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="TL" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="myid=36147143&amp;path=2009/11/26&amp;mycolor=13a106&amp;mycolor2=473430&amp;mycolor3=11BAAC&amp;autoplay=false&amp;rand=0&amp;f=4&amp;vol=100&amp;pat=3&amp;grad=false&amp;ow=218&amp;oh=155"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I concluded that 'MERRY WIDOW' is officially killing me! ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant get my fingerings &amp; running notes &amp; high notes right!&lt;br /&gt;Mr E. said we made 'merry widow' sounded really like a widow now.&lt;br /&gt;I bet with gab that we would die by Bar 10, but we died at 5.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! :C&lt;br /&gt;At first, i thought he was only joking about bringing that song into our band.&lt;br /&gt;but it turned out he meant it!&lt;br /&gt;I very well thought 'merry widow' is a joke given from him to us.&lt;br /&gt;AI BAND TO PLAY GRADE 5 MERRY WIDOW!&lt;br /&gt;can someone just kill me now?&lt;br /&gt;like stab me in the heart or anything?!&lt;br /&gt;or maybe drown me in the lake? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im soooooooooooo looking towards 03/12, 04/12, 05/12, 09/12!&lt;br /&gt;i've fun activities line up for those days.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, this hols is starting to be great now. :D&lt;br /&gt;hoho, im doing the counting down game again!&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for dec month to start.&lt;br /&gt;Dec month shall be full be hmwk, band practices, hanging out with clique, concerts.&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYY! it gna be funnnnnnn. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YANHONG BFF!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I laugh so loud &amp; long that i think i could tear down the whole of Northpoint! C: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quoted from lisa Bff :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yanhong's laugh is contagious!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-4893334019342066365?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/4893334019342066365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=4893334019342066365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4893334019342066365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/4893334019342066365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/contagious.html' title='contagious!'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-664332315515633233</id><published>2009-11-24T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:47:26.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never forgetting how we met that day, :}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwscDHnRtPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kGsfANArPg4/s1600/1257321347391634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwscDHnRtPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kGsfANArPg4/s400/1257321347391634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407446617497384178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby, i love you. ♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-664332315515633233?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/664332315515633233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=664332315515633233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/664332315515633233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/664332315515633233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-forgetting-how-we-met-that-day_24.html' title='Never forgetting how we met that day, :}'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwscDHnRtPI/AAAAAAAAAbI/kGsfANArPg4/s72-c/1257321347391634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-9164296540326210893</id><published>2009-11-22T23:55:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:33:44.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a musical day ; ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwnmXOXoA3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xmr9W9IdlzM/s1600/22112009191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwnmXOXoA3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xmr9W9IdlzM/s400/22112009191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407106114303558514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why is Mr Z. in the photo (?!) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swnm2AkSNVI/AAAAAAAAAao/1sV_3GQ3o0s/s1600/22112009194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swnm2AkSNVI/AAAAAAAAAao/1sV_3GQ3o0s/s320/22112009194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407106643174503762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swnm1-qnXyI/AAAAAAAAAag/ko-38r-YJ6g/s1600/22112009198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swnm1-qnXyI/AAAAAAAAAag/ko-38r-YJ6g/s320/22112009198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407106642664185634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NachtMusik (Night Music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0mhZXajI/AAAAAAAAAa4/e9yHcN2p8kA/s1600/IMAGE_160a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0mhZXajI/AAAAAAAAAa4/e9yHcN2p8kA/s320/IMAGE_160a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121770271959602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0mcvqS0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/nC5RWuzCrz4/s1600/IMAGE_162a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0mcvqS0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/nC5RWuzCrz4/s320/IMAGE_162a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121769023294274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GAB, GAB, GAB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thank you, yuyang for the morning ride to school. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; The 10 mins performance at Sun Plaza is quite alright. :D&lt;br /&gt;Im proud of the band, everything is well.&lt;br /&gt;We've quite a lot of audience in fact, we're expecting to see a few ah-mas doing taiji. LOL! :/&lt;br /&gt;The biggest audience ever?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, in the evening, went for gab &amp; jingyi's piano recital.&lt;br /&gt;They are great! &lt;br /&gt;Gab was awesome, he slammed the piano keys hard.&lt;br /&gt;The recital has small kids that cant even climb up the piano chair.&lt;br /&gt;How cute is that? :D&lt;br /&gt;There were piano duets, piano solos, violins in the recital.&lt;br /&gt;Eh, hazzry, i miss the 'My Bonnie' boy &amp; his hand gesture! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:350%;"&gt;&lt;style="color: #A8C4FA;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;IM PROUD OF GAB! :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;27. Piano Solo : &lt;i&gt;A Comme Amour &lt;/i&gt;- Richard Clayderman&lt;br /&gt;    By &lt;b&gt;GABRIEL TOH JUN JIE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Comme Amour &lt;/em&gt;is also a famous piece from Richard Clayderman's Collection.&lt;br /&gt;It was composed by Paul de Senneville &amp; Olivier Toussaint.&lt;br /&gt;This piece has a lyrical &amp; expressive melody line, portrays the sadness feeling.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ends happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0y1GlxAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x6EjFCE76gI/s1600/IMAGE_156a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Swn0y1GlxAI/AAAAAAAAAbA/x6EjFCE76gI/s400/IMAGE_156a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407121981720347650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our way to eating, &lt;br /&gt;hazzry said this looks like a letter 'V',&lt;br /&gt;but i said it looks like a heart shape. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-9164296540326210893?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/9164296540326210893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=9164296540326210893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9164296540326210893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/9164296540326210893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/musical-day.html' title='a musical day ; ♥'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwnmXOXoA3I/AAAAAAAAAaY/xmr9W9IdlzM/s72-c/22112009191.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6334653963535629287</id><published>2009-11-21T21:53:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:07:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place safe from hideous monsters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwfxlBKXQaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xv1s2Io6jiU/s1600/Orphan_by_Nocturnal_Devil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwfxlBKXQaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xv1s2Io6jiU/s400/Orphan_by_Nocturnal_Devil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406555495950926242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never dreamt of you becoming the monster, but now you're.&lt;br /&gt;The worst monster i ever have in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The monster under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;There's no place safe from hideous monsters.&lt;br /&gt;Monsters that eat childen, &lt;br /&gt;monsters that tell lies, &lt;br /&gt;monsters that have two faces, &lt;br /&gt;monsters that kill, &lt;br /&gt;monsters thats blind by love,&lt;br /&gt;monsters that bully little girls,&lt;br /&gt;monsters thats stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;monsters thats fat/thin,&lt;br /&gt;monsters from reality/dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless they're still monsters no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Fuck.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Hazzry : yeahh!!! fuck them! boooo,shitheads!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6334653963535629287?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6334653963535629287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6334653963535629287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6334653963535629287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6334653963535629287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/were-hiding-in-safest-place.html' title='There&apos;s no place safe from hideous monsters.'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwfxlBKXQaI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/Xv1s2Io6jiU/s72-c/Orphan_by_Nocturnal_Devil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-1991114307045494422</id><published>2009-11-20T18:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T22:33:22.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its still the old me after all,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwamZxn3QRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qaEnorBP-qA/s1600/sirection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwamZxn3QRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qaEnorBP-qA/s400/sirection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406191364452335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you show the direction somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I frigging cut my own hair (!) :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cool, there's a public performance &amp; gab's piano recital this coming sunday! C:&lt;br /&gt;Am so looking forward to it, hopefully the hard work paid off.&lt;br /&gt;I believe we can do it for that 10 minutes. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks J. for his encouragements these few days yeah, im better now really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; IM NOT BLUFFING YOU. :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; HAZZRY, im still betting on band uni this sunday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Baby got himself a guardian angel for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Joel : You must be happy always. xD&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Idk who to believe.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-1991114307045494422?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/1991114307045494422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=1991114307045494422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1991114307045494422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/1991114307045494422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain-everywhere.html' title='its still the old me after all,'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwamZxn3QRI/AAAAAAAAAaI/qaEnorBP-qA/s72-c/sirection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-7263489095997419747</id><published>2009-11-19T08:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:23:11.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're there when i need someone,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwSUeq0jQBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QpzZW0CNQ5c/s1600/friends_by_Giintee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwSUeq0jQBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QpzZW0CNQ5c/s400/friends_by_Giintee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405608707363127314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;just endure for half more year &amp; this workload will be pass on. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quote by J. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If its not for him, i have no idea how i survive ytd.&lt;br /&gt;It seems to pass fast, nevertheless torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;The same feeling, same venue, same person, same situation but this time there's a person there to listen. &lt;br /&gt;listening to me ranting on &amp; on about the whole thing at how miserable im.&lt;br /&gt;He listens alright. &lt;br /&gt;I can share my troubles with him, &amp; he seems to be able to eat up my troubles &amp; replace them with nice things. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Im glad that he was there.&lt;br /&gt;For once, someone listens.&lt;br /&gt;For once, i feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;For once, someone agrees.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, J. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P/S : you aint doing your job well either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-7263489095997419747?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/7263489095997419747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=7263489095997419747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7263489095997419747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/7263489095997419747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/leave-me-alone.html' title='you&apos;re there when i need someone,'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwSUeq0jQBI/AAAAAAAAAaA/QpzZW0CNQ5c/s72-c/friends_by_Giintee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-5528633948326576105</id><published>2009-11-15T22:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:00:16.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwFW21YHNEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y2E9vPSSP6M/s1600/IMAGE_134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwFW21YHNEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y2E9vPSSP6M/s320/IMAGE_134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696527862445122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwFW2kFo0CI/AAAAAAAAAZw/h9y-W8F7CpA/s1600/IMAGE_142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwFW2kFo0CI/AAAAAAAAAZw/h9y-W8F7CpA/s320/IMAGE_142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404696523221553186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smacking on the butt by the yellow monster, that dress, fighting over toilet, racing against time, messing up the cabin, clothes flying around, crashing into gab's cabin, munching on uncle's chocolate at early 6am, watching sunrise, deck hockey, broken nail, feeling the sea breeze, getting seasick, wearing amirul's more than 100 bucks jacket, sight of cyclone, midnight ghost movie, pillows hugging, squeezing into one bed, crazily running up &amp; down knocking on others' doors, sneaking around after lights out, breaking of rules, prank calling, secrets, photo of you &amp; me, music from the heart, chairs fit for a king, bonding games, dancing in a circle, copying shanon's gesture, making stupid jokes, half the section photo, unpleasant scene of someone's nightgown-like clothes, creator of blue black&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-5528633948326576105?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/5528633948326576105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=5528633948326576105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5528633948326576105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/5528633948326576105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/ill-remember-smacking-on-butt-by-yellow.html' title='Im back! :D'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SwFW21YHNEI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Y2E9vPSSP6M/s72-c/IMAGE_134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-6554659509652238672</id><published>2009-11-11T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:53:38.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain down on me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvrB1O7AIuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O-YH0F9mJ8w/s1600-h/Rain_by_BeMyUnintended.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvrB1O7AIuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O-YH0F9mJ8w/s400/Rain_by_BeMyUnintended.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402843823267128034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick &amp; tired. ):&lt;br /&gt;nowhere near excited for cruise.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how my heart feels, &lt;br /&gt;nevertheless im glad we met. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rmb how i used to said, &lt;br /&gt;after him, im not letting anyone into my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It shall be a restricted area,&lt;br /&gt;but somehow in the mist of everything,&lt;br /&gt;you break in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-6554659509652238672?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/6554659509652238672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=6554659509652238672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6554659509652238672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/6554659509652238672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/rain-down-on-me.html' title='Rain down on me,'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvrB1O7AIuI/AAAAAAAAAZo/O-YH0F9mJ8w/s72-c/Rain_by_BeMyUnintended.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7589280359813272342.post-2525192904414322676</id><published>2009-11-06T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:53:44.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7yVMEQbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JMQYPFuAqNU/s1600-h/12447_164607159425_642544425_2785221_1790456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7yVMEQbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JMQYPFuAqNU/s400/12447_164607159425_642544425_2785221_1790456_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401359432712208818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7yGTwRMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yzjR-GMxERc/s1600-h/DSC01639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7yGTwRMI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yzjR-GMxERc/s400/DSC01639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401359428717921474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7x3UsJFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rCNvyXAae9o/s1600-h/12558_1247998807453_1453943565_692629_5029826_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7x3UsJFI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/rCNvyXAae9o/s400/12558_1247998807453_1453943565_692629_5029826_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401359424695313490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7xRGFE4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/AYGXaXPdkBk/s1600-h/06112009347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7xRGFE4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/AYGXaXPdkBk/s400/06112009347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401359414433485698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7xHH88oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cTFjDNwUklc/s1600-h/15532_1257159502006_1020159248_30823871_5986481_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7xHH88oI/AAAAAAAAAZA/cTFjDNwUklc/s400/15532_1257159502006_1020159248_30823871_5986481_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401359411756987010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE LAST DAY &amp; LAST GEAR!&lt;br /&gt;today spells the last day of NCO.&lt;br /&gt;no more mr siao, no more crazy people, no more screams &amp; cheers.&lt;br /&gt;all the memories accumulated there in CCAB will be store deep down in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;i shall let the photos tell the story of us.&lt;br /&gt;the rest will be up on facebook. :D&lt;br /&gt;thanks to those peeps who came down to support!&lt;br /&gt;NCO FTW! {♥}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7589280359813272342-2525192904414322676?l=counting-thedays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/feeds/2525192904414322676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7589280359813272342&amp;postID=2525192904414322676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2525192904414322676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7589280359813272342/posts/default/2525192904414322676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://counting-thedays.blogspot.com/2009/11/nco.html' title='NCO'/><author><name>yanhong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08354607286876238950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/Sk7-xIw4J5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Ip0hYjl8OiQ/S220/Love+Traffic+Light+edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c8RjDUKMxbE/SvV7yVMEQbI/AAAAAAAAAZg/JMQYPFuAqNU/s72-c/12447_164607159425_642544425_2785221_1790456_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
