<?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-8946449186635444228</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:56:05.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never be replaced.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-9148933406367725335</id><published>2009-04-04T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:59:09.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too little not over you.</title><content type='html'>(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;Eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never crossed my mind at all&lt;br /&gt;That's what i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;What we had has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;You're better off with someone else&lt;br /&gt;It's for the best, i know it is&lt;br /&gt;But i see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to fade&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with my heart?&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off, let it go&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think it be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Should be strong&lt;br /&gt;Moving on&lt;br /&gt;But i see you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i try to hide&lt;br /&gt;What i feel inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i turn around&lt;br /&gt;You're with him now&lt;br /&gt;I just can't figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i regret&lt;br /&gt;Everything i said&lt;br /&gt;No way to take it all back, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;How i let you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oooh, oooh, oooh&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;You're so hard to forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't remind me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to face the truth&lt;br /&gt;And i really don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a little too not over you&lt;br /&gt;(eh eh eh oh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Not over you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-9148933406367725335?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/9148933406367725335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=9148933406367725335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/9148933406367725335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/9148933406367725335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-little-not-over-you.html' title='too little not over you.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-5303589487796461135</id><published>2009-03-10T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:37:29.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by cm.</title><content type='html'>001. Real Name: Ryan Loong Yuen Hong&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Hong&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 18.&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Libra&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female: Male&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: A little hut which so much happened to be a school.&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School: Sekolah Sri Cempaka.&lt;br /&gt;008. High School: Sri Cempaka / Sri Sempurna.&lt;br /&gt;009. College School: Taylors University College.&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Brownish Black.&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or Short: Thick I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Loud.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Cam: Phone.&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: Both.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: No.&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Drink.&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: Had one, but it closed.&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: No.&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: Social.&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firsts&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: Once, at carrefour.&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: 12.&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Edric Foong.&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Water Polo/ Football.&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: Cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Puppies.&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: China.&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: 17. cm.&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: Never really had one.&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: 12. Suspected leucaemia.&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined: Football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Rap.&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: none?&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Bsb.&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney s≥pears or Christina Aguilera: Britney.&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: Night.&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moon.&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Internet.&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or xbox: Playstation.&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: turtle.&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: None.&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Fall.&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: Limewire.&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: None.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: None.&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: 4/10 cos spm results are in two days.&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Pee my pants out cos of the pathetic results.&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Poker Face by Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Talk on the phone with my love.&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;060. When?: 29. &lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want: 4.&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: P &amp; C.&lt;br /&gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little: Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;064. Careers in mind: Heart Surgeon / Dermatologist.&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: Future.&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Taking on weeds / Drugs. &lt;br /&gt;067. When do you want to die: When my destiny is over planned by god, nothing is immortal.&lt;br /&gt;Which is the better in the boy/girl you like(in the future)&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: eyes.&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny?: both!&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller?: Shorter.&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring?: Both from each.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous?: Spontaneeous.&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms?: Inner beauty is what matters. &lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud?: sensitive, but not too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship?: relationship.&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant?: none.&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: Normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: No.&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Fractured a tendon.&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: My eyes are perfect, I don't need artificial sights or visions. &lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: Yes, when my dad was on the verge of collecting my report card.&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defence: No.&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: Never intended to. &lt;br /&gt;084. Broken some one's heart: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: Yes. When theres a will, theres a way.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: I believe in karma. &lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: No, I believe in " Choi San Yeh"&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: used to. HAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss in the first date: I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?&lt;br /&gt;Complication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;099. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;I do, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-5303589487796461135?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5303589487796461135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=5303589487796461135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5303589487796461135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5303589487796461135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/tagged-by-cm.html' title='Tagged by cm.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-2773604593516322992</id><published>2009-03-05T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:13:14.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause it's over.</title><content type='html'>We've run out of words we've run out of time&lt;br /&gt;We've run out of reasons really why we together&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's over baby bottom line&lt;br /&gt;It's best we don't even talk at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me even if I should cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;Hard enough I don't need to hear your voice on my messages&lt;br /&gt;Let's just call it quits it's probably better&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm not returning your calls it's 'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not comin' back I'm closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I used to be trippin' over missin' you but I'm not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I got the picture phone but baby your picture's gone&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to see your smile every time you dialed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So when you call I'm pressin' seven&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your messages messages&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna erase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;I swear girl it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep callin' leavin' messages&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know where you been&lt;br /&gt;Baby 'cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wake up every morning quarter to ten&lt;br /&gt;I still eat my cereal right at the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember how long it's been&lt;br /&gt;No trouble stayin' occupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I ask about you whenever I come around&lt;br /&gt;I do what I can not to put my business in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Last thing I need's another episode&lt;br /&gt;Keep conversation short and sweet because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm not comin' back I'm closing the door&lt;br /&gt;I used to be trippin' over missin' you but I'm not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I got the picture phone baby your picture's gone&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand to see your smile every time you dialed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So when you call I'm pressin' seven&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your messages messages&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna erase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby it's over&lt;br /&gt;I swear girl it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep callin' leavin' messages&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know where you been&lt;br /&gt;Baby 'cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's over when the burnin'&lt;br /&gt;And the yearnin' inside your heart ain't there anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you're through when she don't do to you&lt;br /&gt;And move you like the way she moved ya before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wanna pull her close&lt;br /&gt;But your heart has froze&lt;br /&gt;You kiss her but her eyes don't close&lt;br /&gt;Then she goes out of your heart forever&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts you but you know that it's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So when you call I'm pressin' seven&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your messages messages&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna erase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;I swear girl it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep callin' leavin' messages&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know where you been&lt;br /&gt;Baby 'cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So when you call I'm pressin' seven&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear your messages messages&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryna erase you from my mind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;I swear girl it's over this time&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep callin' leavin' messages&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna know where you been&lt;br /&gt;Baby 'cause it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jesse mccartney- it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay relationships aside, first things first, I'm facing difficulties entering A-Lvls for science in Taylors. Countless times I've been trying to fuck addmaths last time, its getting over my head now. So to all the spm fuckers who are taking adddmaths now, do good or you'll regret! Relationship wise, oh fuck it. I've screwed my spm once on this, I ain't stepping on the same hole again. And to you, you know who you are. You delibrately find reasons for a break up, I guess thats just plain stupid because using that words outta anger definitely reflects on that poor upbringing of you conveying your love towards this relationship. And I think thats a total absurd of you, likewise, Its over. so you and I, we have our own path, you have your dreams to persue, I have my education to go on. anyway gotta run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-2773604593516322992?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/2773604593516322992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=2773604593516322992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/2773604593516322992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/2773604593516322992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2009/03/cause-its-over.html' title='cause it&apos;s over.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-1429711928035774017</id><published>2009-01-18T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:16:00.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot `N Cold</title><content type='html'>It has been merely 2 years since I've known you, from a beyotch, till a friend of mine, and now my ex lover. On the 22nd of april08, I took a leap of faith and hold you tight, we were happy, gone thru memories and memories =). Ironic as it seems, forever do exist at times. but I guess everything comes to an end, I mistreated you, I was wrong. Well, in Bm, theres this peribahasa " nasi sudah menjadi bubur".  Sometimes, lookin back at what we've gone thru, I'd look at the ceiling and smile to myself, because I was just happy that I've once got together with my princess cinderella. Well, if people'd ask me how do i feel right now, I might answer them, I'm okay, but facts cant be hidden, which practically apparent, I'm not. Oh well, at least right now I made a new bestfriend =). A bestrfriend who talks to me and be there for me when I'm down, what else could I ask for? =) well, to my ex girlfriend, just found this song really meaningful. I'd always remember you in my heart, always, just like a tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-1429711928035774017?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/1429711928035774017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=1429711928035774017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/1429711928035774017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/1429711928035774017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2009/01/hot-n-cold.html' title='Hot `N Cold'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-761616737447985310</id><published>2009-01-17T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T07:09:17.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bestaye!</title><content type='html'>After all, people change as time passes, thats life, isnt it? bestaye, I just wanna say, thanks for pointing out my weaknessss and points I'm not fit to be, a good boyfriend. I just wanna throw a thousand upons of thank you to you. we'll always be friends! xoxo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-761616737447985310?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/761616737447985310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=761616737447985310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/761616737447985310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/761616737447985310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-bestaye.html' title='my bestaye!'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-5468926590630725740</id><published>2008-12-20T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:25:20.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phuket. day2.</title><content type='html'>baby! tomorrow apparently I'm going to church to find bryan they all yah. and I'm glad enough today that I've heard from you, knowing your safe and alright there.. heheh. baby, i misssss you so muchh. try giving me a call to let me know how to contact you okies. I'll call you if i could. but apparently I couldn't =(. anyway, till then, byebye baby! i love ya! hearts! ex oh ex oh! =)&lt;br /&gt;ohyaaa and by the way, I don't have usb cable to upload our pics, love. mwah! cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-5468926590630725740?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5468926590630725740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=5468926590630725740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5468926590630725740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5468926590630725740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/12/phuket-day2.html' title='phuket. day2.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-8636131400672375847</id><published>2008-12-19T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:46:38.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>phuket. day1.</title><content type='html'>day1, its the first day without you baby, those little noise you make everyday and everytime getting me annoyed, I'm missing it. come back quickly darlings =( I misssss youu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-8636131400672375847?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/8636131400672375847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=8636131400672375847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/8636131400672375847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/8636131400672375847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/12/phuket-day1.html' title='phuket. day1.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-5193428836280394122</id><published>2008-10-30T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:32:21.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit playing games with my heart.</title><content type='html'>After all, love is vulnerable. I've never blamed you for taking back the chance you gave. the mesmerize time I had with you I'll never forget in my life. thank you for appearing in my life and fill me with the colourful lights. thank you for being there for me when I was at my lowest, thank you. I'll be strong and I'll be okay. I'll try move on. Sometimes I wish to turn back time, impossible as it may seem, but I really wished I could. I should have known from the start that how much I needed you. oh well, I guess the saying time awaits for no men is bottomly true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-5193428836280394122?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5193428836280394122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=5193428836280394122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5193428836280394122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5193428836280394122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/quit-playing-games-with-my-heart.html' title='Quit playing games with my heart.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-5661315790220356494</id><published>2008-10-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T22:40:48.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The spm adrenaline.</title><content type='html'>say woots woots, SPM in a week time. ahhah can't wait for this dumb shit to be over, and then I would give my world to you baby. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-5661315790220356494?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/5661315790220356494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=5661315790220356494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5661315790220356494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/5661315790220356494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/spm-adrenaline.html' title='The spm adrenaline.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-9210536821283870911</id><published>2008-10-28T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:53:02.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairtytale do have a happy ending after all.</title><content type='html'>It was just so good to be true that I was given a chance. After everything, just got me realising how important you were in my life. I'm so gonna appreciate you from now on, thank you for giving me one last chance. I heart you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-9210536821283870911?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/9210536821283870911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=9210536821283870911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/9210536821283870911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/9210536821283870911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/fairtytale-do-have-happy-ending-after.html' title='fairtytale do have a happy ending after all.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8946449186635444228.post-4352018611946430046</id><published>2008-10-27T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:49:46.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most.</title><content type='html'>27 Nov 08. It has been 6months of bliss with you, and now its over. I'm not sad that you left me, I'm just happy that you have once loved me. Its really true that it would be better to see the one leaving you than to see the one unhappy being with you . I really enjoyed every second every minute with you. I'm sorry for being an ass. I'm sorry for giving you broken promises. The times you came all the way to my place and bring me macD, I really appreciated. I finally know how much I've neglected you and how much I've been taking you for granted. Its really fine if your love for me have faded, but I hope you wouldn't stop mine from loving you. Hey you, I would just walk up the highest mountain or swim the deepest ocean just to tell you how much I'm sorry and that I'm willing to change and give up everything just for you. but perhaps, I guess I wouldn't have the chance to do so anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8946449186635444228-4352018611946430046?l=reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/feeds/4352018611946430046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8946449186635444228&amp;postID=4352018611946430046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/4352018611946430046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8946449186635444228/posts/default/4352018611946430046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reminiscence-teamo.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most.'/><author><name>yuen hong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09751221369489414642</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
