tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50398797439479267652024-03-13T22:19:37.281+08:00Unpromised ParadiseA world that is somehow dull, yet light is still visible ΩXiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-71940168876047678342016-08-01T20:15:00.001+08:002016-08-01T20:16:24.076+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is okay to feel left out sometimes.<br />
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The night when I decided to cry alone, and nobody knows about it...</div>
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It was painful, I couldn't bear with the pain, I had to let it all out..</div>
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<br />Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-81004091987514744972014-02-12T18:29:00.001+08:002014-02-12T18:29:53.361+08:00Every night i close my eyes, i cant help but realise that days pass by like water. The day has drawn closer and closer to me. <div><br></div><div>One down, two down, three down...</div><div><br></div><div>Since when did i find numbers and days annoying? I pretty much hate numbers since i was in primary, but now, all i could wish for is these days would slow down. </div><div><br></div><div>Is it possible to turn a 24hours per day princip to 72 hours? I believe many people out there claim that 24hours per day looks like a huge number but actually is it too little. </div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-16107332685519114672014-02-12T12:02:00.001+08:002014-02-15T01:15:02.689+08:00This tangled feeling, i wonder what is it. <div><div><br></div><div>Slight news could change my mood, a word can make me go nuts. </div><div><br></div><div>'Impossible' seems to be the only word im aware of at the moment. I have no idea how should i untangle it, am i suppose to ignore it OR swallows it and move on with my life? </div><div><br></div><div>If i know very well that you will never fall for me, and i should totally get over you, why do i keep having this heavy feeling? </div></div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-42592999914818196532014-02-10T09:42:00.001+08:002014-02-10T09:42:05.532+08:00Time flies, year 2014 has already marched into the second month of the year which is February. Just few months ago, my mom asked me if my course would be able to finish its study in Penang, unfortunately what we both wished for did not come true. <div><br></div><div>Recently, that conversation have been lingering in my thoughts. I wonder what would happen when the day for me to leave home comes. </div><div><br></div><div>Am i going to burst in tears? Or take it like a man? I couldnt imagine me hugging my families and not wanting to leave them. But in order to sucessfully graduate my degree, i have no choice but to go with the flow. </div><div><br></div><div>The feelings of not having my family members around me might make me go nuts, go berserk, i dont know what might happen to me! </div><div><br></div><div>If tears i have been holding on meant to set free right on that day, i might as well let it go. 2years is such a long period of time, without them by my side, i might end up crying for days. </div><div><br></div><div>Counting down to October, the month i will be living in Kuala Lumpur for 2years. </div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-36533235646559061972014-02-08T01:55:00.001+08:002014-02-15T13:37:24.998+08:00Should I go for you?Reaching out for you is like reaching out for the stars, able to see how bright one shines but will never get close to one.<br />
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As the affections towards you grow stronger, i secretly wish for this affections to fade. </div>
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The fact that you will never ever fall for someone like me, tells me that no matter how hard i try, how many efforts i intended to put in, it will still end up with zero. </div>
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I am so stupid, stupid in love, i don't care about what the others say. I know what my heart wants me to do.</div>
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<i>I wonder what would happen if you found out that i have always been abruptly in love with you. </i></div>
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Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-35580369296518275682014-02-01T00:16:00.001+08:002014-02-08T00:56:10.980+08:00A slight sign of affection, a simple caring, could take my heart away. <div><br></div><div>Every night i dream of you, i couldnt help but realise how important you have gradually become. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-4887717941105154862014-01-30T15:40:00.001+08:002014-01-30T15:40:33.939+08:00Every night is the same, nothing can ever comprehend this complicated feelings. <div><br></div><div>Being drawn away from you happens to be the worse moment of my life. Seconds past, minutes past, and it felt like years! </div><div><br></div><div>Clearly aware that things will never work out for the both of us, but i have the urge to keep going, keep believing that one day you would realise all the affections i have towards you were real.</div><div><br></div><div>Your smile, your gesture, your appearances melt my heart. Especially your eyes, it is so mesmerizing, it had me starstrucked when i first saw you. </div><div><div><br></div><div>Although you would eventually get to meet the love of your life, your soulmate. However, nothing will ever stop me from looking over you from afar. The day i had my eyes on you, i promised myself that i would be your guardian angel till the very end. Until someone who is capable of protecting you comes forward. </div></div><div><br></div><div><i>Love is a HUGE thing, never underesimate it. Sometimes, someone could kill just to get hold of L.o.v.e </i></div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-71503158011705101122014-01-18T02:10:00.001+08:002014-02-15T13:35:25.701+08:00Do you have any idea how much courage did it take to make myself admit that i have fell for you?<br />
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Do you know how long it took for me to realise the affections i have towards you were actually more than friends? </div>
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Did you ever notice me blushing when you are around? Or even notice me looking at you from afar? </div>
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I always search for you, no matter where i go, i wish you would be there. </div>
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Undoubtly, i live for someone like you. </div>
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Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-42432656514678747172014-01-13T21:12:00.001+08:002014-01-13T21:12:45.871+08:00<i>暗恋是一件幸福,但是同时又是一件心痛的事。</i>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-39186385344970079962014-01-10T20:42:00.001+08:002014-02-15T13:34:48.078+08:00<blockquote class="tr_bq">
A friend of mine said, <i>everytime you go through a blog, the bloggers always say they will update their log as frequent as possible, 'stay tuned for more'. But the latest update would be after a year with a starting title of 'how's everyone? It has been awhile!' </i></blockquote>
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Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-7872823430558484672014-01-09T00:48:00.001+08:002014-02-15T13:34:33.004+08:00First of all, i would like to make a sincere apology to those who follows me, as i have not update my blog for a year. Main reason would be due to the packed schedule of my college, i barely have the time for a break.<br />
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Happy new year 2014 :) 2013 was a great year. I felt blessed because i've chosen the right course to major in, and i have a group of good friends whom i can fool around with, study with and do stupid stuffs with. In certain perception, we might have argued frequently and find each other being very much annoying, yet, that is what friends are. We accept all the good and bad and starts to see everything in a better, clearer view. I was lucky enough to be able to keep in touch with my high school mates, and to make everything even better, i met THIS group of friends in my college days. Nothing can top the feeling of being blessed by a bunch of crazy friends! </div>
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I officially turned 21 few days ago, it was on 7th of January. However, 3weeks ago my friends gave me a surprise birthday party. It was the first time i cried right infront of them. Without any warning, my tears rolled right down my cheeks. Though the bad thing was they made me felt 'old' right before my birthday, but it was definitely a memorable day :) thank you guys so much! </div>
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Last but not least, welcome to 2014, good year ahead, cheers :) </div>
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Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-63456627385520526902011-01-18T13:19:00.001+08:002011-01-18T13:19:52.065+08:00Bruno Mars - Turn Around<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6LUxhpRizTo" frameborder="0"></iframe>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-76523681688921837812011-01-17T17:52:00.001+08:002011-01-17T17:52:57.974+08:00Shayne Ward - If that's ok with you<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Na624ymkVVA" frameborder="0"></iframe>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-77003398491857765112011-01-14T12:42:00.001+08:002011-01-14T12:42:43.627+08:00Joseph Vincent - If you stay<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MIVu-egUMM0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-40463524975626123492011-01-12T23:59:00.001+08:002011-01-14T12:42:18.315+08:00Shayne Ward - Close to Close<iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TEtQ7vgjtrI" frameborder="0"></iframe>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-89198943570705817632010-11-21T17:28:00.006+08:002010-11-21T17:40:50.802+08:00Exam is getting closer<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5GnVYOelLcL60B-o5ULNMSzImhbE7nbl6NZ8S1rIs_wA88n5LinkmRmrhMQjtDMlDS7xNSTnyuMnJa5tPT4Q7ysV7h3Ruj_4g-C38p7di4iO_0hG21TZwd_0aS77FCSrJQO3DwlRMqmB/s1600/billboard-advertising-on-exams.jpg"></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5GnVYOelLcL60B-o5ULNMSzImhbE7nbl6NZ8S1rIs_wA88n5LinkmRmrhMQjtDMlDS7xNSTnyuMnJa5tPT4Q7ysV7h3Ruj_4g-C38p7di4iO_0hG21TZwd_0aS77FCSrJQO3DwlRMqmB/s1600/billboard-advertising-on-exams.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5GnVYOelLcL60B-o5ULNMSzImhbE7nbl6NZ8S1rIs_wA88n5LinkmRmrhMQjtDMlDS7xNSTnyuMnJa5tPT4Q7ysV7h3Ruj_4g-C38p7di4iO_0hG21TZwd_0aS77FCSrJQO3DwlRMqmB/s400/billboard-advertising-on-exams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541934430023098962" /></a><br />Two days left, it will be my big day.<div>Biggest exam I've ever faced.</div><div>SPM is the worst nightmare of all form 5 students.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRvcbJqH5aAZXwfm9HC4B51UjeVgy9Saciud6zFigFD2PI8FypcGB0Lza0TpwZwnBL3Q3csjQiylO_C4CwTj_RM7c1prbSKt0Jdwf9vagim6QGzubaSTV95W_DhyEzpAu4bgLCovG9rwm/s400/stacked-books.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541934774317989202" /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5GnVYOelLcL60B-o5ULNMSzImhbE7nbl6NZ8S1rIs_wA88n5LinkmRmrhMQjtDMlDS7xNSTnyuMnJa5tPT4Q7ysV7h3Ruj_4g-C38p7di4iO_0hG21TZwd_0aS77FCSrJQO3DwlRMqmB/s1600/billboard-advertising-on-exams.jpg"></a><div></div><div></div><div></div></div><div>Stacks of stacks of books...</div></div></div><div>Filled my mind with it.</div><div><br /></div><div><center style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Books and papers,</i></span></span></span></center></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Pencils and pens,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Eraser and liquids,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Vulnerable test,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Mark my words,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>As I am going to say,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Facing this test,</i></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>With dignity and pride.</i></span></span></span></div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-9477023980331573792010-11-16T15:27:00.010+08:002010-11-17T23:44:20.117+08:00The EndSchool ended at 1.20pm sharp.<div>Stepping out of school felt refreshing and happy.</div><div>But one thing I dislike about leaving school, SPM is on his way to take me down =(</div><div>Waving goodbye to my beloved high school.</div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweFsbKOU0cqkIGEqTiYCzQFG3-qDSPKRtWSTN6fwpvZCGgUvTPFzuwR_IG7UpLmbqRNPn2Bun7nkgWzKlKJ4ikfGH1RZ-T0OYJvAkEWMMyu4nLdjqCM5XmcoSBPfxmgXs9CB6_a6hPn6M/s1600/3323838761_068951553b.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweFsbKOU0cqkIGEqTiYCzQFG3-qDSPKRtWSTN6fwpvZCGgUvTPFzuwR_IG7UpLmbqRNPn2Bun7nkgWzKlKJ4ikfGH1RZ-T0OYJvAkEWMMyu4nLdjqCM5XmcoSBPfxmgXs9CB6_a6hPn6M/s1600/3323838761_068951553b.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgweFsbKOU0cqkIGEqTiYCzQFG3-qDSPKRtWSTN6fwpvZCGgUvTPFzuwR_IG7UpLmbqRNPn2Bun7nkgWzKlKJ4ikfGH1RZ-T0OYJvAkEWMMyu4nLdjqCM5XmcoSBPfxmgXs9CB6_a6hPn6M/s400/3323838761_068951553b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540046681820051490" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>With love and crush</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">You bring us life,</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Friendship as the word,</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">We hold it tight,</span></span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">For the rest of our life</span></span></span></i>.</div><div></div><div><br /></div>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-37264474034967461912010-10-31T15:59:00.006+08:002010-10-31T16:14:25.907+08:00Salute to Union High School<center>SALUTE!<br />BOW!<br />Thank you Union High School!<br /><br />I spent 5years in this high school,<br />The greatest, the best, the most magnificent high school in this universe,<br />Teachers taught me how to differentiate correct and wrong,<br />Guided me through various difficulties.<br /><br />I got to make new friends,<br />Friends helped me with my problems,<br />Consoled me when I needed consolation,<br />Brought me happiness and laughters.<br /><br />Let us all march to SPM,<br />Let us all try our best,<br />Let us all bring fortunes and luck to our beloved Union High School.<br /><br />Once again,<br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >SALUTE!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></b></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >THANK YOU, UNION HIGH SCHOOL</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >!</span></span></span></span></b></span></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></center><center><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></b></center><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRgfSoLBXXyo8e6hSm7bOu11FB4jWAxQQ8B-5vi67gD76GaO_sf_qZb9KqJVLLnZ08TgPKUOzsJlTscQDFxSq8GfJg-W4OborO1rRdWrClP2mq2UILRvIumsNhNWLSL-JPJ65s8eQEAZk/s1600/Salute.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRgfSoLBXXyo8e6hSm7bOu11FB4jWAxQQ8B-5vi67gD76GaO_sf_qZb9KqJVLLnZ08TgPKUOzsJlTscQDFxSq8GfJg-W4OborO1rRdWrClP2mq2UILRvIumsNhNWLSL-JPJ65s8eQEAZk/s400/Salute.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534117539152421682" /></a>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-57248351893594871822010-10-03T17:15:00.001+08:002010-10-03T17:16:19.147+08:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/b83mbjmLaq8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b83mbjmLaq8?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b83mbjmLaq8?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-28249923557883718232010-09-16T18:00:00.002+08:002010-09-16T18:03:30.649+08:00Tomorrow is the day I stopped updating my blogI won't be able to update my blog due to my trial exam which is going to be held on tomorrow, Friday.<br /><br />I am quite dead as I did not study for it.<br /><br />I do not feel like studying it, I hate studies!<br /><br />So I will keep you guys up to date when my trial ends.<br /><br />=)Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-27355422177598160522010-09-12T23:38:00.001+08:002010-09-12T23:38:16.000+08:00<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzPetEzG_n0?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DzPetEzG_n0?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="385"></embed></object>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039879743947926765.post-37567056069344639632010-09-11T12:42:00.002+08:002010-09-11T12:44:16.880+08:00Dance to this songCredit to Wong Fu Production<br />Kevjumba =D<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MVFAx-AX3c?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4MVFAx-AX3c?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="550" height="385"></embed></object>Xiao baihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893705442133969624noreply@blogger.com0