<?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-8773209</id><updated>2011-07-09T00:03:53.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My LiFe LiKe It Or NoT</title><subtitle type='html'>A retard who is rotting in a certain place and a little looking forward to leaving my hometown/country to another.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-5183879396807015302</id><published>2010-07-31T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T01:00:22.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something new that I just thought about from nothing</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would say this&lt;br /&gt;Something I didn’t believe at all&lt;br /&gt;Things that had just happened&lt;br /&gt;Picked me up from my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t believe I could love again&lt;br /&gt;After my past turned and left&lt;br /&gt;But then came someone new&lt;br /&gt;Who committed a crime called theft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not the best&lt;br /&gt;In terms of looks and the way she dress&lt;br /&gt;But what really attracted me to her&lt;br /&gt;She’s just different from the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is always fun and bubbly&lt;br /&gt;At times naïve and dumb&lt;br /&gt;But what really makes her stand out&lt;br /&gt;Is how she looks at life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile on her face she always has&lt;br /&gt;Be it good or bad or happy or sad&lt;br /&gt;To live each day positively is her motto&lt;br /&gt;For what’s going to happen who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is she has also left&lt;br /&gt;But her view on life is always there&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep imbedded in my heart&lt;br /&gt;For in my life she will always play a part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-5183879396807015302?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/5183879396807015302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=5183879396807015302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5183879396807015302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5183879396807015302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2010/07/something-new-that-i-just-thought-about.html' title='Something new that I just thought about from nothing'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-8539250434948925211</id><published>2009-03-26T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:49:52.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random stuff</title><content type='html'>At last... after a long time I have finished a song... all thanks to Weiliang also as he helped me with the chords and etc. Will be working on another one soon but doubt will be so soon. I am slowly getting addicted to writing lyrics but sometimes the lyrics kinda don't make any sense... let's see how I can work it out... I'M BORED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-8539250434948925211?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/8539250434948925211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=8539250434948925211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8539250434948925211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8539250434948925211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-random-stuff.html' title='Some random stuff'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-7966222002402666724</id><published>2009-03-22T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:46:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long while and in need of chords in-put</title><content type='html'>Ok... I'm back... Anyway it's been kinda long since I last blogged and lots of things have happened. Some examples that would not be mentioned are Rendall's 21st Birthday (sorry bro even though u kinda kissed lots of ppl, haha), meeting up with Boshi for K and etc. Below are some other recent events that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, my sis and I went for the Singapore Entertainment Awards where we saw lots of artist for example, 小猪，林俊杰，Derrick, Lin Feng and etc. My sis managed to get a photo of Derrick but that was not the main thing! Was wondering how 小猪 would perform and guess what? His first song, 搞笑 (if i did not remember wrongly), he sang it well. However, for his second song, 箇中強手, it sounded kinda crappy. But overall, it was a great day full of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I have finished my test... did not do that bad for it; shot a 16 in the day and 17 at night. But as the conducting and lots of things happened during the test it did not really go very smoothly. But what is there to complain anymore, I don't have to take the test anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I just plucked 2 of my wisdom tooth on 19th March and it kinda hurt bad... but than now it's feeling fine... Just that sometimes I feel paranoid that my wound may have infection and what-so-ever. Will be taking out my stitches on friday 27th March and the last of my wisdom tooth on the 2nd of April. Will be leaving for Taiwan on the 11th being attached out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Di, if you are reading this, the lyrics is here. Put in the chords please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;What am I standing here for?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for your call.&lt;br /&gt;Your answer and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1: Standing here, telling you how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, what your answer might be.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure, how I feel is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2: No regrets of loving you&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a shame, if it ain't you&lt;br /&gt;In my life, walking by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I don't regret all this years&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret all the tears&lt;br /&gt;That I dropped from missing you and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say that I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want to say the best thing that I feel&lt;br /&gt;was knowing you, missing you and all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you have any changes just tell me and I will do the changes. I need it before the 10th? Is it possible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-7966222002402666724?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/7966222002402666724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=7966222002402666724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7966222002402666724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7966222002402666724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-long-while-and-in-need-of-chords.html' title='After a long while and in need of chords in-put'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-1381173259362844857</id><published>2009-01-24T13:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T16:05:07.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-CNY Dinner</title><content type='html'>As the title says... IT'S PRE-CNY DINNER for 41 SAR mortar (yr 07-09). &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before, me, Byron and Jake stayed over at Sherms house. Dunno why, while walking at Jurong Point just after our dinner to buy some stuff, me and Byron almost walked and slept. Went to Sherms house first as Jake was meeting his girl and would only be there afterwards. Due to mis-communication, Jake was kinda lost but luckily he stopped not far away from the bus-stop he was suppose to alight. After that, me, Byron and Jake were like hugh lightbulbs walking Sherms and his girl to another bus-stop to sent her off. After that was 3 matchs of MOH and nights off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The morning was kinda pissing as the stupid cab uncle took a detour from our destination, West Coast Park MacDonalds. We ended up late and almost signing extra for being late. After that was a 5km run, 41 push ups, 41 crunches and lastly 41 flutter kicks. Breakfast was provided and after breakfast, we pang kang. All of us went back home first before heading down to my home. Cody and DY met me earlier to do some last minute shopping. After getting the stuff we took a cab to my house. Cody was darn pissed with some of the taxi as they stopped at a single zig-zag line to pick up customers instead of us waiting at a place where cars are allowed to stop to pick or alight people. Anyway, the guys came later and we had fun. We were playing rotation Mahjong as well as playing around with the musmellows. We ended the day early and tired was I, I bathed and went to sleep with my hair wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are the photos of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294738280386377762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXqwac0XuCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yssSMAIqlNQ/s320/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tiac...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294738293442390690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXqwbNdKqqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XvaNs4_k_Js/s320/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From Left; Cody (can't see his face), JJ Cai, Jun Hao and Me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294738288665742002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXqwa7qUyrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/3_XDnEOF_mM/s320/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left; Cody (can't see his face again), Elmer and Me (can't really smile!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294738282367761394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXqwakMxO_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/B-76rda5kzY/s320/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From Left, Front row; Dan (in orange), Sherms, Cody and GuangYi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Middle Row; Elmer (in Green), DY (dunno where he looking), Tiac, Jun Hao, Me and JJ Cai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Back Row; Jake, Yang Hong and Byron&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-1381173259362844857?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/1381173259362844857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=1381173259362844857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/1381173259362844857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/1381173259362844857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2009/01/pre-cny-dinner.html' title='Pre-CNY Dinner'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXqwac0XuCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/yssSMAIqlNQ/s72-c/DSC02412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-8394771728814802948</id><published>2009-01-16T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:09:55.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been like 17 days since I last blogged and well the only few interesting things was like almost onli New Year's eve and Titus birthday on 11/01. The rest of the days were well in camp and doing ACCT. Kinda of fun but it kinda makes your body sore as you would have to be thrown as well as throw your friend to the ground. Luckily Elms was my partner, if it was someone heavier I think I would have died a long time ago. I also didn't know that Rendall and Chris knew each other. Suddenly Chris use Rendall's msn and ask me who is he who is he (how in the world would I know?). Anyway I also would like to say sorry to Boshi for missing his birthday party (had guard duty the next day and had to book in by 10pm so really really sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well would just summerise my New Year's Eve celebration. Went for the Marina Bay Countdown Party with Boshi, Shu, Jiali, Juls, Nick and not forgetting Joshua. It was kinda ok only but the time spent together was good. Went back home about 2+am. Well below are the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291749886426379218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXASfByoc9I/AAAAAAAAADg/wBBH2mogrpI/s320/DSC02396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;From Left; Me, Juls and Nick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291749881375705506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXASeu-dSaI/AAAAAAAAADY/rHwURK2xHYk/s320/DSC02402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From Left; Me, Jiali, Shu and Boshi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291746763547156882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXAPpQKNIZI/AAAAAAAAADA/RatJYfJTKM8/s320/Gab%27s+ass.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Thank You Joshua For Taking A Pic Of My Fat Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291746770028792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXAPpoTjCXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2DehH6e183Y/s320/Start+of+performance+for+countdown+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Get the party started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291749888328228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXASfI4EYEI/AAAAAAAAADo/feIBzvzLYfQ/s320/Host+for+countdown+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Hosts for the night&lt;br /&gt;From Left; Andrea, Gurmit, Michelle. Utt and Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291746759803659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXAPpCNr41I/AAAAAAAAACw/N2haW78qCEU/s320/Counting+down+to+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Counting down to 2009... 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291746760836117906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXAPpGD19ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vOrZBxL8D7w/s320/Fireworks!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fireworks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291749892140176546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXASfXE6FKI/AAAAAAAAADw/SSJ21vse79Q/s320/Welcome+2009....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 2009 from Joshua and me with Juls in the rear with a blur face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well for Titus's Birthday, the family decided to have it at Shangri-la Hotel's resturant The Line. Made Titus take lots of photos with ballons and make him look like a fool. Anyway the Lunch was great and we went on to Titus's house and had a round of Mahjong... Luck was on my side and I won (but not lot la... Just a tiny but only). Anyway will upload Titus's Birthday pictures once I get it... Peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-8394771728814802948?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/8394771728814802948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=8394771728814802948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8394771728814802948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8394771728814802948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-like-17-days-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SXASfByoc9I/AAAAAAAAADg/wBBH2mogrpI/s72-c/DSC02396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-7200235332617920140</id><published>2008-12-30T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:07:16.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Post-Christmas</title><content type='html'>Let me think after Christmas what are the things that I've been doing for this 5 days... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Urm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;1) K Boxing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boshi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt;, Yew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shuan&lt;/span&gt; and some others from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SARFA&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;2) BBQ gathering with my Poly mates at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; followed by a movie in which only the guys watch... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;IPman&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3)Movie with Kelvin, Joshua and Leonard (Bed Time Story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let me start with 1... Basically that day (26/12) was pretty alright. Went to Giant to buy some food stuff for the BBQ on Sat (27/12). Spent like 60++ dollars on basically food and food... After that dropped by at Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boey's&lt;/span&gt; House and played some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;mahjong&lt;/span&gt; in which I won a bit and my mum lost a bit but when I left for K Box, my mum lost a bit more (lucky in the end she won just a bit).. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Anyway K session was pretty alright, but my voice just can't come out as I was a little sick as well. Luckily caught the last bus back to Pierce Sec than took a cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the BBQ gathering expected about 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;peepz&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; Jeff is overseas and Rudy never pick up his phone) but only 5 turned up (Joshua, Kelvin, Melissa, Gena and Ger). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; could not make it as she had some camp at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ubin&lt;/span&gt;, Sam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;... I dunno I think she had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; birthday to attend to and lastly Leonard.. He dunno how to pick up phone one just like Rudy (but not as bad as Rudy la)... The fire did not really start till like about 850+ to 9 and I dunno why but luckily there were some cooked food that was prepared in advance so the food problem wasn't really a problem... =)... At about 10 the girls have to go so I dropped them at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Casherina&lt;/span&gt; (dunno if spelling correct not) before going home to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;IPman&lt;/span&gt;... We watched the show till about 12++ than the 2 guys left. Slept like almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after a shower as was pretty tired and had church the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday was pretty much church day and did a little shopping. I got a confession to make about 1/2 of the time I was taking a snooze and was not really listening to the preacher's speech. Was suppose to write a song with Mary walks her dog in it but dun really have any inspiration to write anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (29/12), rotted at home playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt; till bout 6 than left home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Vivo&lt;/span&gt; to catch a movie with the guys. We wanted to catch Twilight but sadly, Leonard watch already so the next movie up was Bed Time Story (well it was kinda gay to watch it with 3 other guys but who cares when the rest of the movies are either ones that you would not like to watch or have already watch already). Initially wanted to catch the 840pm show but only left the first rows so when on to catch the 940pm one. As it was early, we went to catch a bite at Subway and went to check out some cameras (as I planning to get one). On the way to catch our show guess who we saw? *drums rolling... Rudy and Is... Totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt; man... For a guy to like not pick our calls and reply our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; it was kinda... bad? Anyway the show was good and funny (guys, you can bring your girl to catch this show). Took the last train back but just missed the last bus so took a cab back... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Sian&lt;/span&gt;, imagine how much I spent on cab man... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (30/12), totally rotted at home mainly playing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt; and sleep. Was suppose to catch Twilight with Kelvin, Joshua and maybe Jamie (Joshua's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;GF&lt;/span&gt;) but in the end didn't as Kelvin cannot make it. Tomorrow is count down to the new year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;liaoz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;... Gonna be another boring New Year. Looking forward to the New Year... well maybe... well again, maybe not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-7200235332617920140?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/7200235332617920140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=7200235332617920140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7200235332617920140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7200235332617920140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/12/boring-post-christmas.html' title='Boring Post-Christmas'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-8805515616332659009</id><published>2008-12-24T12:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:46:09.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping for Christmas gifts and attending LYNC's CCIS performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had a busy day yesterday (actually from the afternoon till night only la)... Was rotting in the morning than went to settle my uni housing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;IDP&lt;/span&gt;... Later went shopping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt;, ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gelare&lt;/span&gt; (dunno if correct spelling or not), watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LYNC&lt;/span&gt; perform for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CCIS&lt;/span&gt; and than had supper... Here are some pics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223703334725714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH92owqFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-EmGIJg1Kc/s320/DSC02272.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lync&lt;/span&gt; Choir... well not all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223713003231298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH-ap6WEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/RcTpgZftYt0/s320/DSC02278.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where are the rest of the girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223709216942978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH-MjMK4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/cC1HEIR80EY/s320/DSC02276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223716553120418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH-n4RWqI/AAAAAAAAABE/sQJ6izLrurM/s320/DSC02281.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shu&lt;/span&gt; while watching the performance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283223724181811682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH_ETF8eI/AAAAAAAAABM/bsf8RW7UrAE/s320/DSC02297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So cool... dun you think... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227719963880850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHLnpvxrZI/AAAAAAAAABU/JYGBAUjR6pA/s320/DSC02306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and one of the stars Char... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227724774366210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHLn7qr3AI/AAAAAAAAABc/02S-8dgXl2s/s320/DSC02310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another star of the night... Di...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227743665772658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHLpCCv2HI/AAAAAAAAAB0/flv6-TKJaoI/s320/DSC02339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Who can leave out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sherms&lt;/span&gt; man....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283240805185202146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHXhT_pp-I/AAAAAAAAACE/q73R3E8zal4/s320/DSC02361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Who can miss out Dara?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227731684515682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHLoVaMX2I/AAAAAAAAABk/6AdR2L1m-q8/s320/DSC02327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Juls&lt;/span&gt; and the stars (they like boy band la...) From left; Marcus, Elisha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Juls&lt;/span&gt;, Josh and Di&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283227735703986946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHLokYgowI/AAAAAAAAABs/8K_oYJbGyBQ/s320/DSC02329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Boys monkeying around...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283240796758636818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHXg0mmeRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/OvrHQWM8hyQ/s320/DSC02365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Stars...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;From left;(top) Di, Elisha, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sherms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(middle) Linette, Dara, Josh, Hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(bottom) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Daph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283240808602064866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHXhguS1-I/AAAAAAAAACM/w4Yh4tiF4AY/s320/DSC02377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grand Finale...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-8805515616332659009?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/8805515616332659009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=8805515616332659009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8805515616332659009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/8805515616332659009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/12/shopping-for-christmas-gifts-and.html' title='Shopping for Christmas gifts and attending LYNC&apos;s CCIS performance'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVHH92owqFI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E-EmGIJg1Kc/s72-c/DSC02272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-5378195656737088786</id><published>2008-12-23T10:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:44:59.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y3st3rd@y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 22 Dec, was my camp-ees 3rd K together... even though it was kind of gay, 5 guys and 0 girls, it was still fun. Sung alot of songs, laughs and zao alot of sia... Below are some photos of the gay-ous occasion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282805934978528882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVBMAiO4dnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/52c0nlBMtCE/s320/DSC02826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choosing of songs... Elms and Byron so serious... wondering who Vege is msg-ing???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282808186267787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVBODk8EX_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fT8WHwMrMMs/s320/DSC02836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vege taking a photo of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282808175817770626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVBOC-AlxoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5fP0h7Gt5Mo/s320/DSC02849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282808167485610386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVBOCe-DGZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vMYs8zx_w1Q/s320/DSC02850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The last 2 pics before we left; from left, Me, Elms, Byron, Vege and Yang Hong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will be gg shopping soon... so cya!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-5378195656737088786?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/5378195656737088786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=5378195656737088786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5378195656737088786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5378195656737088786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/12/y3st3rdy.html' title='Y3st3rd@y'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVBMAiO4dnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/52c0nlBMtCE/s72-c/DSC02826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-5226198063094698848</id><published>2008-12-13T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:13:08.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More bout daily life</title><content type='html'>Well as what was said in the last post... Had to go for my final test and guess what I screwed up (well my team-mates screwed up too and it was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grp&lt;/span&gt; effort.) Well more about that week and this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Dec 2009... the test took the whole day and was quite pissed of not only by my score but also the way the test was handled and the stupid bus driver. There was supposed to be someone to stay with us for the whole test time but because he was not involved he left in the afternoon and told me to give a ring to the bus driver when everything was done. When the test was about to end I gave the bus uncle and call and guess what! He was already there (at that time was 10pm already)... As my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grp&lt;/span&gt; had finished already and the bus uncle was already at the scene, I asked the tester if he could clear us and let us leave first (as the test was ending for the others)... He refused and said that he could only let us go when everything was over (which happen to end like at 12am in the morning)... What added anger to the fire in me was the bus uncle left! (But came back in the end after we agreed to pay him OT)... Even though we were running late for the bus and knowing that the bus was parked about 5-8km away he sent us to walk to the bus and we took about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; to reached... Ended the day cleaning my test equipment and went to sleep about 2 plus am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Dec 2009... went to have my hair cut as it was getting bushy as well as long and messy in the morning (luckily didn't have to wait long for my turn)... Both of my hands are like bitten till it was like crap... Went back home about 10am and played Heroes 5 and watching videos for like almost the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Dec 2009 about the same thing as 5 Dec... only difference is the I didn't have my hair cut again in the morning but went for breakfast at a duck rice store with my Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Dec 2009 woke up late for church but manage to go down to support Aunt Florence after her 10 km run in the standard chartered marathon. Saw Hui &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shan&lt;/span&gt;, Ahmad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Edmand&lt;/span&gt; too after their run. When with the church people for lunch followed by 3 games of bowling (Glen darn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; la)... When home for dinner and slept late again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Dec 2009... the maid was on off today so had the whole house for me and Fido (my dog)... Cooked mine as well as Fido's lunch and dinner was with Mark, Tits, Matt, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hsien&lt;/span&gt; and J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Loh&lt;/span&gt; at a seafood buffet at Novena. Mark left early as he had to meet up with his friends at 10 and the rest of us (J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Loh's&lt;/span&gt; bro joined us too) went to Tits house for a game of poker which ended at about 2am. Went home and sleep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ltr&lt;/span&gt; as had to go and sign some things in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Dec 2009 went to sign some papers in the morning (had to sign 10 sets of the same documents la!) Went back home in the afternoon and saw Joshua on the way back home. Rotted at home for the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Dec 2009... was wondering if should drop by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LYNC&lt;/span&gt; camp for a while before heading down to have some Mambo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;... Didn't in the end as their time-table was kinda funny so went Mambo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; in the end only... Went there to queue at 830 pm and it was already kinda crowded... Had 2 bottles (1 Jim Bean and 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Volka&lt;/span&gt; Orange) before we headed down back into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;... Kinda funny night as had some shows to watch (performed by some friends) and slept over at Tits house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Dec 2009... Woke up darn late la (3pm lei! Wasted one whole morning sleeping la) and went back home. Went out at night again to do some prawning but the night was not a lucky night for me and the rest la (only caught 5 prawns in like 3 hours using 3 rods... so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt; right?)... Went to have supper at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt; house and went back home at 1am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Dec 2009... Had duty today so had to report back at 1pm... Relaxed till about 430 than had to start my duty already... for the whole night only slept for like 1 hour... dunno why cannot sleep la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Dec 2009 wasted my day la... Went shopping for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;groceries&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;NTUC&lt;/span&gt; after pan-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kaning&lt;/span&gt; from my duty... Had brunch and than slept till dinner... Deciding to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt; Out or catch a movie in the night but was just too tired and sleepy... I think I will just end here and take my rest... Will update most prob on 18/19 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Dec&lt;/span&gt;... Will re-edit and upload pics once I can get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;lappie&lt;/span&gt; fixed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-5226198063094698848?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/5226198063094698848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=5226198063094698848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5226198063094698848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/5226198063094698848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-bout-daily-life.html' title='More bout daily life'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-7857201455285818988</id><published>2008-12-03T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:18:56.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>Have not been blogging last week as have been busy with stuff... when there's more time than i think I would upload my vietnam pics and talk about the trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's just start with last Sat, 29 Nov 2009... I was suppose to have dinner and movie with Josh and Vin but due the the overnight mahjong session at Boshi's house, Vin could not wake up so in the end me and Josh decided to cancel it... It turn out to be a wise move as I was called back to do duty Sunday due to some misunderstanding, if we were to have gone out, I would be cursing and swearing throughout Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 30 Nov 2009, didn't go for the computer fair... darn sad la... now have to wait like dunno till when before I can go and get some stuff that I want (which includes a replacement for my spoilt computer). Was one of the worst duty la... only ate 2 meals la (compared to my normal 4 meals =)) as I really don't eat chilli... Lunch ate a chicken wing as the rest are all chilli-ed stuff. Dinner was better as it was Western... Got Cody to get me a Mega Mac from MacDonalds, even though the box was a Mega Mac box, what was inside was totally not (a Mega MacSpicy). How am I going to eat like that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 1 Dec 2009, ended my duty and feeling tired. Was resting in the morning, had ATP in the afternoon and Tech Handling in the evening. (Boring day rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 2 Dec 2009, had my iNed (or iNet dunno la...) for the whole morning... was a little disappointed with myself... scored only a 6 out of 8. Wondering how I will do for my overall result... Suppose to have swimming in the late afternoon/evening but lucky didn't have to go because of my test. Booked out at night and had dinner with Wei Liang and Adrain. ended the day like that la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 3 Dec 2009, was my day off and was too lazy to do anything... all I did was sleep and eat and sleep again... Going to go back soon and preparing for my final test tomorrow. Hope I do well bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to continue on Friday if I am free... Cya and Signing out... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-7857201455285818988?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/7857201455285818988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=7857201455285818988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7857201455285818988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/7857201455285818988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-4249344343119221884</id><published>2008-11-27T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:00:01.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-start of an old life</title><content type='html'>I'm restarting this blog again... Recently, didn't really have much things to do, so thought maybe I should start a new blog. But, why when u can just renew your old one.  Here is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Looking forward to the ending of this year. Will be having lots and lots of off days and I'm loving it (even though I have to spent like more $$$). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;... Maybe I should just go for more running like I have been starting to do since a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt; time... =)&lt;br /&gt;2)Will be heading down to a club since... I dunno when. Hope to have fun and enjoy myself with the guys and maybe make some more new friends. Have to cut down on my &lt;strong&gt;BOOZE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;3)Still thinking of how to like start writing a song. Feel like giving up soon as I can't think of a tune to start. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sianz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like raining outside as I enter this blog entry and it's starting to make me sleepy so maybe I should just log off for now. Will post about my Vietnam trip like maybe tomorrow or towards the end of the week. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chaoz&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-4249344343119221884?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/4249344343119221884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=4249344343119221884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/4249344343119221884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/4249344343119221884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2008/11/re-start-of-old-life.html' title='Re-start of an old life'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-114658770001743696</id><published>2006-05-03T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T00:35:00.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day, darn sway la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)came to school in so called semi-beach wear... and guess what?!?!?! The gay in my class wore the same shorts as me... than kanna suan by my classmates say we pak kak than wear together... sianz...&lt;br /&gt;2)Kelvin's granny passed away today... felt sad for him... but it had made me thinking about my grandma too... she may seem strong but than I can see that her body is getting weaker and weaker year by year... can't imagine my life without her... she has been there always saying that I am the most guai-est kid in the whole family of 10 kids which helps to boost my spirits when I am down and she's been there taking care of me when I was young...&lt;br /&gt;3)2day's SAS FOP oso sucked. No one cared about the theme and just came down happily as they wanted... The organizers were also noob in planning the things... everything was in a bloody mess...&lt;br /&gt;4) my running deproved!!! 3k in 18mins is so bad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-114658770001743696?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/114658770001743696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=114658770001743696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/114658770001743696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/114658770001743696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2006/05/2day-darn-sway-la.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-114648814033868002</id><published>2006-05-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:55:42.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-liven Blog!</title><content type='html'>Today is a re-liven of the blog... hope it will keep carrying on living for a while... today has been a boring day for me... have been rotting at home and reading my notez. ya that's all for now... hope will write more and better in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-114648814033868002?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/114648814033868002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=114648814033868002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/114648814033868002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/114648814033868002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2006/05/re-liven-blog.html' title='Re-liven Blog!'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-111125241581408690</id><published>2005-03-20T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T01:13:35.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>compilation of synergy</title><content type='html'>18 march - 2nd day of the concert of the planet shakers... when there like around 6 and guess wad we cannot cut with jon... super sianz la... but gald that jeff could go (super late la himz... 1 hour... haha)... it is so diff to get him to go for this kind of events la... Sad thing is than when they ask for anyone who wants to be prayed for he didn't go out... the concert started with 5 songs with Rain Down one of the main songs and we could fell God's presence when we were singing that song... we later prayed for God to bless Singapore and to raise youths and touch their hearts... after that when to buy Always and 4ever cd and got them autograp by the planetshakers team... now I'm hook to that song la... Jesus I will live for You and everything I'm holding on to You, Alway, always and forever and when my world is falling down. In You I will be found. I'm staying in Your arms today. Always, always and forever!!! haha... yay and sherms ask for the drummers drumsticks... haha... but he ask to get it from him on the 19... went home with dara and karl and jeff but later left me and dara coz the other 2 change to another different bus... got home and and had a chat with my dad about church... after that chatted on the phone for awhile and than when to sleep... ya sherms cheat my feelings nv sms me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 march - suppose to have band pract but cancelled it... than met up with sherms like 4.30++ like that at cityhall and took the train doen to pasir ris to meet moew moew... we went to downtown east with sherman super excited la (coz he thought he will get the drumsticks)... ate at BK and than lined up towards the back which was later in the middle and ask for tix coz short of them but later had too much... todays word was very good and it touch everyone's hearts was praising God like I have never la... was tired after that... ya and they played reflector and open up the gates at last la.... it lasted longer than yesterday... after that sherman was dissapointed than he did not get the drumsticks and ya... got a drink after that and went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 march - now's 1.11 in the morning... yupz looking forward to tomolo and writing a proposal for a youth conference in SAC like synergy like that but not with a good band but our church band coz the aim is not to listen to good band playing but praising God... k... now is 1.12 liaoz... signing out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-111125241581408690?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/111125241581408690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=111125241581408690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/111125241581408690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/111125241581408690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/03/compilation-of-synergy.html' title='compilation of synergy'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110882434484412567</id><published>2005-02-19T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:45:44.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compilation of 18 and 19 feb</title><content type='html'>18 feb - Crashed CJ today with Kenneth... so cool but malu la... haha... Actually it was dumb but not really a waste of time... Today I went to 3 lectures, 2 with Karl and 1 with Sherms. Anyway, the first lecture I went to was Lit lect  with Karl... that one was a total waste of time as they were talking bout Conventional and Unconventional forms of Writing, which included Sinnet, Lyrics, Poems and etc.. Conventional writings are more of Shakespear era where everything had to be written in certain way... While Unconventional writings are free verse types of writing. They also thought as ABBAABBA and ABABCDCDEFEFGG (those by the way are ways of writing poems just incase you were wondering what crap i m writing about). Kennet was also flirting with one IJ gal (I think she is from TP), guess wad in the end both told Karl that te opposite person was crazy (considering that both were talking happily, it was quite unexpeced). We also MSN on paper coz the lecture was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Next lecture we crashed was bio lect. Kinda cool the teacher. She is one hot babe (k la not tt hot la but she is chio I have to agree). Too bad she is married and she is bias too gals (so totally true... haha). Sherms say I copy things too slow la... but he also ot tt fast wad, didn't copy everything. Kenneth made us malu sia... Flirt again with 2 other gals, lucky not in Sherms class, and sharted shouting "CJ Sux" (which was quite true but till we dun have to say it loud wad). Anyway it sux! (The lecture)&lt;br /&gt;Final lecture crash was econs. It was so bad la. Everyone was not listening to the lecture and were talking loudly.I was the onli IDIOT to opy notez and Karl said I was guai la... wad crap! Ya and got one chio bu, Sam from RGS got her drawing taken from the teacher la, haha (Sherms jealous or not I was sitting behind her la... haha... K total crap) It was the onli interesting lecture la! Why? Coz I have learnt bout it b4 and I understand.&lt;br /&gt;After school when home to sleep and good thing it rain so it was kinda "shiok". Had conference at night (mid-night conference)... haha toked till forgot wad time liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 Feb - Woke up late today and replied Mel sms late too... Went to the MRT to pick the guys up and Kenneth was smart enough to oversleep (but oso cannot blame him la he has to work). But still we had a good time at pract wit sherms showing off his feminine side. After prac we went to eat Prata so nice la... crazy Karl ate 5 pratas ai... anyway tt's all I ave to say... byez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110882434484412567?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110882434484412567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110882434484412567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110882434484412567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110882434484412567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/02/compilation-of-18-and-19-feb.html' title='Compilation of 18 and 19 feb'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110796634501763266</id><published>2005-02-10T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T01:02:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About 13 march...</title><content type='html'>13 march will be my last week at CT... haha... It may seem dumb why I would post something like this now and not on the 13 or a few days before... This is just so that on that few days I have no time to say or I dunno but just can't say... so ya this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To CT: Continue to grow and walk the way in which GOD has plan for you... GOD has wonderful plans for each one of you if it is in the worsip team or other ministries... Continue to reach out to the unreach... Aim big and you will touch the nations (I think... haha)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Seafood Gang:&lt;br /&gt;Fishie - Dun be sad... It will not be the last time of u seeing me u noe... we will still go out together as a gang... I will still chat wit u (the others too) online... we only get to see each other less but still stay happy coz u will still see me... remember to walk in the way GOD calls u too... trust GOD in wadever you do... when you are sad and u need someone, find GOD (even though u can give me a call... haha) and he will comfort you... dun keep saying u can't sing... you can and it sounds nice (even if it zhao xia it's still nice coz you are singing from your heart and that is all that matters to GOD)... Ya... continue to write songs for GOD (it is sure to sound nice)... Find a boyfriend quick... got alot of guys will wanna jio you want la... haha... Finally... Miss Ya Lotz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dory the eel - Haha... Anyway thanz for being my listening ear when I am sad and fustrated... Thanz for entertaining me wit your bedtime stories (even though it is lame... wad crab story)... Thanz for giving me my GF (SUGER)... haha... she damn chio rite... haha... k this part is crap... Anyway... Continue to grow to be a strong christian and touch peoples hearts with your caring nature... Jam away wit the guit coz u are a good guit player... God is your tower remember that... when all things fail for you and everyone seem to not care for you... it is not true... coz you got GOD (and us la), he is always there for you... GOD's never-ending love will flow in you and you will love others like how GOD has loved you... Ya help me take care of sharky... haha... he is still a "small" boy... haha... anyway... Miz ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharky - I never pang seh you... haha... I have been called to go and furthermore i want to grow more in the LORD that's why i am leaving... anyway... mix around with other guys and help them grow in the LORD... You will be a leader one day leading the young ones and they will follow you... even your non-christian friends will feel GOD's presence when they are with you... Continue to persue wad you like but oso remember to honor your father and mother even though they can be shit at times (I noe tt) but still they care for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenward - I will read my bible and pray and I will follow you all day... remember that... Even though time seems like it is going faster and faster... Put some time away for reading your bible... Remember our aim to complete NT and Psalms and Proverbs by June... and if you can't than Dec... Train the young ones and make them Man After God's heart... continue to seek God everyday with that heart of yours... You can really write songs for GOD... continue to do that... Remember PFTH will be with you when u need help in writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SpongCharles - I onli got 1 thing to say... God bless and good luck... hahaz...&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/8773209-110796634501763266?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110796634501763266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110796634501763266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110796634501763266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110796634501763266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/02/about-13-march.html' title='About 13 march...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110761523063316706</id><published>2005-02-05T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:53:50.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai... What is ISOW? Is it really a major event? You going for ISOW what does that make you? ISOW = International School Of Worship... To me ISOW is just something that lots of people want to go for but not me... ISOW to me is just a place where you see people from other church praise and worship GOD and you learning from it... But so what does it really teaches you how to praise GOD? Praising and worshipping GOD is from the heart you dun need to be a pro to praise and worship GOD, everyone can praise and worship GOD... It doesen't mean that if you go to ISOW it makes you a better worshipper... You going for ISOW it does not mean anything, it doesn't mean cause you are better than others (Charles look carefully) that's why you are chosen... I dun really care who goes for it, it will still be the same... the fact will not change... Worshipping GOD is all bout the heart not how good you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110761523063316706?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110761523063316706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110761523063316706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110761523063316706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110761523063316706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/02/ai.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110718759927652871</id><published>2005-01-31T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T00:06:39.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadden Weekend</title><content type='html'>Ai... the weedends was like shit la....On Sat we had no PFTH prac (ai... sianz wanna praise GOD but ppl got other prac) and instead of slacking at home I had to work my butt out painting my sista's room as well as helping carrying things out (The Things Ain't Light You Know). To add salt to the wound, Charles said he is going to leave CT next week as in this coming week is going to be his last week at CT through an SMS (Can't you just say it to my face). I also had lots of homework to do but what the hack did it all last min... Than on Sun went for breakfast at mac and got scolded by me sis for not telling her that I will be meeting sherms (the BIG CHIO BU) and elena (the SMALL CHIO BU)... haha... 930 was great (I didn't fall asleep so it was good) and the worship team did okie... Lunch was at KFC (what crap if u want to be vegetarian go KFC and eat meh, Sherms?) and we had fries battle (next time only pop-corns) and we were laughing at KIMMO coz she could not copy wad was on the blackboard/whiteboard to her paper... We later headed to Adelpi where the YF-ers were jamming and they didn't sound bad at all (meaning they were good la). Timon was te sway one got attack be the spong and lucky for him he did not break any bones (crap la why not! oh ya coz someone will be sad rite... AHEM)... Our speaker was melvin and his speech was very logical and true... it touched me and I just had to pray with some of the PFTH members for GOD to strengthen us... Later was the flooding part... Charles CRIED!!! lucky nv look at is face or else got TSUNAMI coming (Ya all noe wad I mean)... I was sadden the whole day after tt la (I dunno how I am gg to leave CT wit... a sad heart or a happy heart)... Called Charles later tat night and we tok lots of crap and I had meow meow to make me happy online... Haha... We make a good tag team in shooting Shawn (as in not FATTY)... Ai... Moew Moew... Tell me the ans... I want the &lt;strong&gt;TRUTH!!!&lt;/strong&gt; haha... Anyway gotta go sleep liaoz... -=GaB=- Signing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110718759927652871?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110718759927652871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110718759927652871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110718759927652871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110718759927652871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/sadden-weekend.html' title='Sadden Weekend'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110666640339254766</id><published>2005-01-25T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T23:22:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart you broke</title><content type='html'>I keep looking in those eyes of her…&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I could just draw her near…&lt;br /&gt;Near to me and by my side…&lt;br /&gt;To see her walk down the aisle and be my bride…&lt;br /&gt;But this would not happen as she has ready got a man…&lt;br /&gt;A man with the looks and many fans…&lt;br /&gt;Both of them look like a perfect couple, they really seem…&lt;br /&gt;I have no chance of getting her, I just can’t win…&lt;br /&gt;I am just an ordinary man, a boy next door…&lt;br /&gt;I am not really neat just look at my floor…&lt;br /&gt;I think she will better, with a guy like that…&lt;br /&gt;If she were to be with me her days will be sad…&lt;br /&gt;I decided to let her go…&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I will feel better tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110666640339254766?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110666640339254766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110666640339254766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110666640339254766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110666640339254766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-heart-you-broke.html' title='My heart you broke'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110653015861934543</id><published>2005-01-24T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:29:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno how to carry on liaoz... haha</title><content type='html'>Sadness overwhelms me…&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open but I can’t see…&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about you all the time…&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you are fine…&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your voice everyday…&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that one day I can say…&lt;br /&gt;I like you, but I can’t…&lt;br /&gt;I hope to tell but I shan’t…&lt;br /&gt;You can call me a fool…&lt;br /&gt;But just put yourself in my shoe…&lt;br /&gt;Like that you will know how I feel…&lt;br /&gt;Terrible but that’s the real deal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110653015861934543?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110653015861934543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110653015861934543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110653015861934543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110653015861934543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-dunno-how-to-carry-on-liaoz-haha.html' title='I dunno how to carry on liaoz... haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110614200707820415</id><published>2005-01-19T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:40:07.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was once a lonely child with no one caring for me…&lt;br /&gt;But you paid a price and bought me from my slavery…&lt;br /&gt;My sins are paid and I’m free to praise…&lt;br /&gt;So come everyone and let your voices rise…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the God of my life…&lt;br /&gt;The one that paid a price for me…&lt;br /&gt;You open my eyes so I that can see…&lt;br /&gt;God please dun leave me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lifted me up when I am down…&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile when I frown…&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you make me free…&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fall on my knees…&lt;br /&gt;I want to sing and praise your name…&lt;br /&gt;Without you, my life will not change…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110614200707820415?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110614200707820415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110614200707820415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110614200707820415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110614200707820415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-was-once-lonely-child-with-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110592519303790757</id><published>2005-01-17T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T09:26:33.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>I really miss her, I really do...&lt;br /&gt;But why do I, I have no clue...&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about her along the way...&lt;br /&gt;It has made me sad all day...&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her, "I miss you"...&lt;br /&gt;And I hoped that only if she knew...&lt;br /&gt;I used to want to be with her...&lt;br /&gt;To hold her tight and call her "dear"...&lt;br /&gt;But now I want to forget her, but I can't...&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do about this problem now is to run...&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not a solution, I know it's not...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't just carry on dreaming as well as rot...&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this, feeling like a fool...&lt;br /&gt;But I feel it's the best way to express myself, I really do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110592519303790757?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110592519303790757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110592519303790757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110592519303790757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110592519303790757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110554258723178130</id><published>2005-01-12T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T23:09:47.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafood gang song</title><content type='html'>We swim swim swim...&lt;br /&gt;We bloob bloob bloob...&lt;br /&gt;We all walk sideways and never stop...&lt;br /&gt;Up and down...&lt;br /&gt;To and fro...&lt;br /&gt;You can find us all in a row...&lt;br /&gt;We sing n dance...&lt;br /&gt;We skip and run...&lt;br /&gt;We all just like to have some fun...&lt;br /&gt;Here we are singing this song...&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come and sing along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110554258723178130?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110554258723178130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110554258723178130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110554258723178130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110554258723178130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/seafood-gang-song.html' title='Seafood gang song'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110544664137667735</id><published>2005-01-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:30:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Actions</title><content type='html'>Even though you say you are not angry…&lt;br /&gt;I still have to say that I’m sorry…&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the things I’ve done…&lt;br /&gt;I only thought it might be fun…&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know it would turn out like that…&lt;br /&gt;I really didn’t expect it to be this bad…&lt;br /&gt;I really hate my guts now…&lt;br /&gt;I really do…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit you know…&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be seen cause I just don’t show…&lt;br /&gt;I screw up my test today and I think I did…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t think all I could do is just to read…&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you once again is that I am so sorry…&lt;br /&gt;I just hope it is a part to forget like a story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110544664137667735?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110544664137667735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110544664137667735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110544664137667735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110544664137667735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/stupid-actions.html' title='Stupid Actions'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110493886428568654</id><published>2005-01-05T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T23:38:22.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is just total crap... dun ask me whu is it.... haha</title><content type='html'>If I said no would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;You wun coz you can't trust me can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling you we are onli friends...&lt;br /&gt;But you would not believe me even till the very end...&lt;br /&gt;You said there is something going on...&lt;br /&gt;Than tell me wad it is Shawn?&lt;br /&gt;You keep saying that it is her...&lt;br /&gt;And others think so to I am very sure...&lt;br /&gt;But really we are onli friends...&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we will continue to be till the very end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110493886428568654?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110493886428568654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110493886428568654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110493886428568654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110493886428568654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-is-just-total-crap-dun-ask-me-whu.html' title='It is just total crap... dun ask me whu is it.... haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110481840655890675</id><published>2005-01-04T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T14:00:06.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I promise... Haha</title><content type='html'>Dreams and inspirations I have…&lt;br /&gt;I hope to fulfill it before death…&lt;br /&gt;Times when I have been feeling down…&lt;br /&gt;You have been always been around…&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up when I frowned…&lt;br /&gt;You were the one that made me smile…&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me lots to see you sad…&lt;br /&gt;It makes my day totally bad…&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you happy…&lt;br /&gt;I know I am a little crappy…&lt;br /&gt;I find myself totally retarded to write this for you…&lt;br /&gt;But since it is a promise I have to make it come true…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110481840655890675?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110481840655890675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110481840655890675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110481840655890675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110481840655890675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/like-i-promise-haha.html' title='Like I promise... Haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110480820720708653</id><published>2005-01-04T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T11:10:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dun ask me whu is it for... it is not for anyone...</title><content type='html'>I really miss you very much…&lt;br /&gt;It has always been right from the start…&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you…&lt;br /&gt;From the smile, the eyes and your weird attitude…&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like I don’t know you anymore…&lt;br /&gt;However, everyday I feel like giving you a call…&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask you how you have been…&lt;br /&gt;But I only dare to do it in my dream…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like walking beside you…&lt;br /&gt;To hold your small hand with mine…&lt;br /&gt;To be there for you during difficult times…&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy when you are sad…&lt;br /&gt;To share happiness with you when you are glad …&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I dream to do…&lt;br /&gt;But to make it a reality it is difficult to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110480820720708653?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110480820720708653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110480820720708653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110480820720708653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110480820720708653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2005/01/dun-ask-me-whu-is-it-for-it-is-not-for.html' title='Dun ask me whu is it for... it is not for anyone...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110442182681428563</id><published>2004-12-30T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:50:26.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something for the ones who died and for us to think bout too...</title><content type='html'>People dying day by day...&lt;br /&gt;And all we can do is just to pray...&lt;br /&gt;Many has lost their love ones...&lt;br /&gt;Tourist and people who live in slams...&lt;br /&gt;We feel pain for the people who die...&lt;br /&gt;Even though I may not be near but pain I feel in this heart of mine...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how lucky I am just to be alive...&lt;br /&gt;To be with the ones I love unlike those who did not survive...&lt;br /&gt;If our prayer were save 1 person from dying...&lt;br /&gt;I will go down on my knees praying...&lt;br /&gt;God please spare these innocent people...&lt;br /&gt;For they have done nothing to suffer your wrath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110442182681428563?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110442182681428563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110442182681428563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110442182681428563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110442182681428563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/something-for-ones-who-died-and-for-us.html' title='Something for the ones who died and for us to think bout too...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110434526506882044</id><published>2004-12-30T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:34:25.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To you this I promise... haha</title><content type='html'>All I want to do is to love you...&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens that is all I'm gonna do...&lt;br /&gt;I do care what people may say...&lt;br /&gt;If what they say hurts you, I'll make them pay...&lt;br /&gt;When you need a shoulder to cry on use mine...&lt;br /&gt;Whack me when you are angry, I do not mind...&lt;br /&gt;As long as you are happy it is fine...&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you're sad so am I...&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you I promise...&lt;br /&gt;And all I want you to remember is this...&lt;br /&gt;Be happy always and please dun cry...&lt;br /&gt;For each tear drop is a crack on the heart of mine... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110434526506882044?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110434526506882044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110434526506882044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110434526506882044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110434526506882044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-you-this-i-promise-haha.html' title='To you this I promise... haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110391029030436987</id><published>2004-12-25T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:35:30.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored so wrote this lame one</title><content type='html'>Have you ever loved something but hate it at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;And felt that whatever you've done is like a crime...&lt;br /&gt;What was your biggest regret of all?&lt;br /&gt;Still climbing up a ladder, knowing that no one will catch you when u fall?&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst feeling of all?&lt;br /&gt;Not being able to trust someone you like at all?&lt;br /&gt;Have you been hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Coz the actions of person u like looks to you like a flirt?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been someone with no feelings?&lt;br /&gt;When time is not the only factor that contriutes to the healing...&lt;br /&gt;But what can we do...&lt;br /&gt;When all we do is ku (cry)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110391029030436987?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110391029030436987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110391029030436987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110391029030436987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110391029030436987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/bored-so-wrote-this-lame-one.html' title='Bored so wrote this lame one'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110390918532737945</id><published>2004-12-25T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:36:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Christmas day</title><content type='html'>Today's christmas day...&lt;br /&gt;When all the kids go out and play...&lt;br /&gt;But to one kid's dimay...&lt;br /&gt;He had to stay inside his house and play...&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to play...&lt;br /&gt;The toy plane, car or just mould clay...&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the kids running out to play...&lt;br /&gt;And only him had to be in the house all day...&lt;br /&gt;He could onli say...&lt;br /&gt;I do not like Christmas day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110390918532737945?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110390918532737945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110390918532737945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110390918532737945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110390918532737945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/boring-christmas-day.html' title='Boring Christmas day'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110338209126578829</id><published>2004-12-18T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T02:23:15.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Poem From Me 2 You... haha</title><content type='html'>Only you can pull the excalibur of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;For in a reationship I want you to play an important part...&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be by my side...&lt;br /&gt;To be with me and ride the tide...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see the sunrise with you...&lt;br /&gt;To feel the leaves and the morning dew...&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you all day and night...&lt;br /&gt;Cause in times of darkness you're my light...&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold your hand and you hold mine...&lt;br /&gt;I want us to be together even though we're ninty-nine...&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much don't leave me...&lt;br /&gt;I really need you can't you see...&lt;br /&gt;Without you what will my life be?&lt;br /&gt;Where will than be my drive?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'll make myself clear...&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a second and lend me your ears...&lt;br /&gt;I love you deeply, I really do...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why, I don't have a clue...&lt;br /&gt;You are the mender of my broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;If I don't have you my life just suck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-... With little help from Sharky and Kitty... Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110338209126578829?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110338209126578829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110338209126578829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110338209126578829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110338209126578829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/love-poem-from-me-2-you-haha.html' title='A Love Poem From Me 2 You... haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110329572837043536</id><published>2004-12-17T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T23:08:32.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Party... so screwed!!! read and u noe... hee hee</title><content type='html'>YaY... yesterday's Christmas party is nice and wad else can I say... &lt;strong&gt;WET&lt;/strong&gt;... HaHa... But sad sia coz the arrangement was for Andrea to be dunk into the pool first but... &lt;strong&gt;POOR LITTLE KIMMO&lt;/strong&gt; was... haha... Anyway the preparation was havok... We did alot of last minute thing like... buying the chicken and not forgeting the ice-cream... hee hee... Ya... and Shawn was so toot to go Orchard when we told him more than 10 times that we no more meeting at Orchard liaoz... Ai... the good part is that everyone got wet... but too bad coz got one toopid security guard la... sianx... Furthermore my HP was dunk in too... ai... Why always like tt one my HP must tiok... haha anyway it was a fun party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110329572837043536?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110329572837043536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110329572837043536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110329572837043536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110329572837043536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-party-so-screwed-read-and-u.html' title='Christmas Party... so screwed!!! read and u noe... hee hee'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110313654930345881</id><published>2004-12-16T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T02:53:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momeries</title><content type='html'>I kept thinking bout the times that we were happy together...&lt;br /&gt;The times we spend with each other...&lt;br /&gt;I missed the times when I looked at you and you looked back...&lt;br /&gt;The times when u were happy and u were sad...&lt;br /&gt;Momeries of u and me in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Has made me feel like I'm on cloud nine...&lt;br /&gt;When u were hurt I felt sad...&lt;br /&gt;When u were with me I felt glad...&lt;br /&gt;But now I realised that...&lt;br /&gt;It is not your heart that I had...&lt;br /&gt;I have lost my trust in u...&lt;br /&gt;That u should have felt and knew...&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do now is to forget u...&lt;br /&gt;By doing that I will avoid seeing u...&lt;br /&gt;All the things I say in the past are false...&lt;br /&gt;Even the one on Santa Claus...&lt;br /&gt;But now what I say is true...&lt;br /&gt;And that is "I &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; U"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110313654930345881?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110313654930345881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110313654930345881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110313654930345881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110313654930345881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/momeries.html' title='Momeries'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110251906832036089</id><published>2004-12-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T23:17:48.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from an Email... a little meaningfull... hee hee</title><content type='html'>Nobody is perfect until you fall in love with them.&lt;br /&gt;Love starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry over anyone who won't cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the only person who can make you stop crying is the person who made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;If love isn't a game, why are there so many players?&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are hard to find, harder to leave, and impossible to forget.&lt;br /&gt;You can only go as far as you push!&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words. &lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the past hold you back, you're missing the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Life's short. If you don't look around once in a while you might miss it.&lt;br /&gt;A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the world special by just being in it.&lt;br /&gt;True friendship never ends. Friends are forever.&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are like stars....you don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Don't frown, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110251906832036089?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110251906832036089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110251906832036089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110251906832036089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110251906832036089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/12/taken-from-email-little-meaningfull.html' title='Taken from an Email... a little meaningfull... hee hee'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110139682920128853</id><published>2004-11-25T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:33:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Change</title><content type='html'>Feelings I have to people in the past,&lt;br /&gt;It is over now so there's no need to ask.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but it's just like that,&lt;br /&gt;You will always meet someone better. It is a fact!&lt;br /&gt;But the trust between 2 lovers is a must,&lt;br /&gt;Or esle the relationship would never last.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers should tresure one another,&lt;br /&gt;For they would not know when they will no more be a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck liaoz... ai... anyway the moral of it is tresure the people u care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110139682920128853?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110139682920128853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110139682920128853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110139682920128853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110139682920128853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/people-change.html' title='People Change'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110096679406589858</id><published>2004-11-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:12:32.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand trip... 4 days...</title><content type='html'>Wed (1st Day)... I arrived at the airport with a bagpack and a luggage and it seem like I will be going for a week... I than met up with joshua... his gf... my room-mate, Hao Xiang, and a few others. We went to eat first before going boarding the plane where we had a lively crew even though we sat on budget airlines. We took 2 hours to reach bangkok and another 1 hour to reach bangkok palace hotel due to thetraffic jam. At night, after only 1/2 an hour checking into our rooms, the hotel became so quiet. Why!?! Because everyone broke the rules by going out of hotel without given any permission. We arrived back late and ya... we went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs (2nd Day)... Woke up early in the morning... and after that had 2 speakers. The first was an ambessador from Singapore in Bangkok and his speech was... well quite okie but not boring. We had our art class... hehe... The next speaker was a lecturer in a bangkok university. Maybe it was because his english was not that good and everyone didn't understand that about 1/2 of the people slept. But the coolest thing on that day is that instead of being punished for breaking the rules the day before, the "camp president" or wadever u call him organised a shopping trip for everyone. But me and Hao Xiang overslept cause both of us forgotten to set alarm and we missed our second meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri (3rd Day)... Sianz day... Had to practice for play and well at social night we had a very good time. We also learnt how to dance a Thai dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat (Last Day)... Went to traffic control station to listen to talk and well almost everyone slept during the 2 presentations. Well I only slept for one. We later went to MBK for shopping but and I didn' buy anything but instead I and 2 other guys from NYP got screwed by one guy and we almost got blacklisted as he told us that we are suppose to meet at 330 cause a fac told him so, when we didn't even change timing! What an asshole... Lucky I forgot his face or else I dunno what I will do to him. Anyway I reached back saftly.&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/8773209-110096679406589858?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110096679406589858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110096679406589858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110096679406589858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110096679406589858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/thailand-trip-4-days.html' title='Thailand trip... 4 days...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-110035452376469455</id><published>2004-11-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T22:02:03.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been posting a long time liaoz... So here is one... Today has been darn boring as I have been sitting at home rotting my butt off in front of the computer playing FM (Football Manager)... Now I feel so retarded for not doing anything useful... Dunno why but I feel stupid for missing my parents rite now... well maybe it is because I am short on cash liaoz... Dun really believe it... I actually spent 20 bucks on travel this week... It is pure crazy... Furthermore, I have to re-top up my ez-link card tomolo and I only have 50 bucks for the next wad??? 3-4 days... Anyway... I have to start budgeting ready or else I will die like no one's business... Anyway I die also nvm one, it dun really affect the world... wad nonsence am I talking bout... Than today suppose to go for the city harvest thingy at indoor stadium oso nv go... Why lei... cause I wasa darn sleepy that I felt like staying at home and slack... Ai... Kimmo's prezi oso so ma fan... today suppose to buy part 2 of the prez but than josh cannot go than yt gg to malaysia and me to lazy to move my ass into the toilet to wash up... By e way I am so bored that I am listening to one freaking old song... Original Prankster by Offspring... Why is school so ma fan one cannot provide the whole suit only provide the blazer and tie... See la now must wear me dad's toopid long pants which I like wearing... Why can't we wear our own tie!!! Anyway, it is onli 4 more days to leaving this small country to a &lt;strong&gt;CHAOTIC&lt;/strong&gt;  country called thailand. So ya it is cool but &lt;strong&gt;I HAVE NOT PACKED MY BAG!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Ai... the truth why I am posting one now is because I am freaking bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-110035452376469455?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/110035452376469455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=110035452376469455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110035452376469455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/110035452376469455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/have-not-been-posting-long-time-liaoz.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109975352083710020</id><published>2004-11-06T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T23:05:20.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala.... heartbroken...</title><content type='html'>I love you...&lt;br /&gt;And what I say is true...&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I can't tell you this...&lt;br /&gt;There are many good oppotunities that I could but missed...&lt;br /&gt;When I open my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;The words just will not come out!&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so?&lt;br /&gt;Am I too nervous, I dunno?&lt;br /&gt;But what is there to be nervous?&lt;br /&gt;Dun you find it hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;That it can be so easy to fall in love...&lt;br /&gt;But difficult to express how you feel?&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I am such a fool...&lt;br /&gt;To run away cause I just dunno what to do...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up on loving you...&lt;br /&gt;And start a life that is new...&lt;br /&gt;But I can't forget you, gal...&lt;br /&gt;Coz the feeling in my heart is just too real...&lt;br /&gt;I think I will just continue running away...&lt;br /&gt;Coz I have no guts to just say...&lt;br /&gt;I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109975352083710020?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109971429071474487</id><published>2004-11-06T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T12:12:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad... =(... hehe</title><content type='html'>I just wanna see you for 1 last time,&lt;br /&gt;To tell you that you have touch the heart of mine.&lt;br /&gt;But why does it always have to be so unfair,&lt;br /&gt;For me to rush but not to see you there.&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you how much you mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;That if it was not for you I would never see...&lt;br /&gt;The beauty and purity of a swan...&lt;br /&gt;With a personality that's bubbly and fun...&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you had knew...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we will never be together...&lt;br /&gt;To share love with each other...&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;That I loved you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: -=Gab=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109971429071474487?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109971429071474487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109971429071474487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109971429071474487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109971429071474487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/sad-hehe.html' title='Sad... =(... hehe'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109958142799851724</id><published>2004-11-04T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T14:42:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lyrics is nice... for this part</title><content type='html'>Please take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold out tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll put blankets on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;Just don't forget to think about me&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget you&lt;br /&gt;I'll write you once a week she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel the same&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love or break it off&lt;br /&gt;And if young love is just a game&lt;br /&gt;Then I must have missed the kick off&lt;br /&gt;Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything&lt;br /&gt;But I'd go through hell for you and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this scared in a long time&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine&lt;br /&gt;Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody&lt;br /&gt;This world's and ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from Blink 182's going away to college 1st, 2nd verse and chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109958142799851724?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109958142799851724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109958142799851724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109958142799851724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109958142799851724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/lyrics-is-nice-for-this-part.html' title='the lyrics is nice... for this part'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109949557761060044</id><published>2004-11-03T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T12:13:24.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running away...</title><content type='html'>If you think I am running away…&lt;br /&gt;Then I have nothing to say…&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic it may seem…&lt;br /&gt;But there are reasons to why I do things…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me the reasons why…&lt;br /&gt;It would just bring tears into my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;You say I can’t run away forever…&lt;br /&gt;You say I can’t hide from reality forever…&lt;br /&gt;But what do you want me to do…&lt;br /&gt;To be a joke? A fool?&lt;br /&gt;I first have to confirm how I feel…&lt;br /&gt;Coz I don’t even know myself still…&lt;br /&gt;Why must all this be so real…&lt;br /&gt;For me to have this zeal…&lt;br /&gt;To leave someone important behind…&lt;br /&gt;To continue my old life on cloud nine…&lt;br /&gt;And it ain’t simple you know…&lt;br /&gt;To have a life that is miserable and cold…&lt;br /&gt;But still I can’t let you go…&lt;br /&gt;The reasons I don't know so can’t tell you why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109949557761060044?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109949557761060044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109949557761060044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109949557761060044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109949557761060044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/running-away.html' title='Running away...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109930216172581831</id><published>2004-11-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:42:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Compilation Of Yesterday &amp; Today…</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; - It was a quite fun Sunday... i started off the day by accompanying my sista to breakfast and later my parents and other sista to brekfast again... but that's not the point... the point was that I got my electric guit and a class after my long wait... haha... But the electric guit classes would mean I have to quit the log team coz my class starts at 3.30-4.15 so ya... Bye Bye log team and Hello to my lessons... The next sad thing was that Andrea was leaving and tht she would only be back once in a while so it will mean that I will meet this "sista in chirst" lesser and lesser liaoz... However, the speaker was someone special... Maureen Onions (Dinner would not be perfect without Onions)... haha... She prayed in a mighty way and many were touched by the holy spirit. Than our lunch grp failed... ai... y lei u go ask charles la... cum so late... make me and josh and yt wait long long... Than yt is going to punish me... y lei coz I choose to give a ride to yt instead on Hannah and she poor thing have to go home by herself... "Sorri... make u go home urself." Ya yt... remember u have became a gal... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; - Today was like any other school day... go school do GIT than do ppt and present in front of the class... We had lots of fun... Talking about baseball and more... haha... anyway... this 2 days are kindda fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109930216172581831?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109930216172581831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109930216172581831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109930216172581831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109930216172581831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/11/compilation-of-yesterday-today_01.html' title='A Compilation Of Yesterday &amp; Today…'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109914629177628419</id><published>2004-10-30T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T22:24:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult to let go</title><content type='html'>Why do you have to go?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the reasons I want to know!&lt;br /&gt;The reality of you leaving us is very hard?&lt;br /&gt;For in our lives you have touched our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;You are there no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;When we are happy, sad or feeling that life just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Time flies real fast,&lt;br /&gt;It only seem just yesterday that you were there nagging at us… =)&lt;br /&gt;You have been a good leader, a friend to us!&lt;br /&gt;We will cherish and think of you from dawn to dusk…&lt;br /&gt;We will remember the times we spent together…&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the times… Never…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109914629177628419?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109914629177628419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109914629177628419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109914629177628419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109914629177628419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/difficult-to-let-go.html' title='Difficult to let go'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109897849320995000</id><published>2004-10-28T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:48:13.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lifes...</title><content type='html'>We sometimes allow emotions to rule our life, at times our family and friends and sometimes our crush/girlfried/boyfriend. Have anyone thought why we allow them to take control our life? The life is ours, dun we get to choose what we want? To me, I do not like my life to be controlled even though I listen to my parents but I do not totally be what my parents want me to be. I feel that if you want me to be this I will try to not be that person. The reason... This is my life! Whatever I do I will have to take the consiquences. If you tell me to be this and it turns out to be wrong are you going to take that respondsibility of ruining my future? I have the right to choose what I want to do in my life... If you want to ask me when will be the time when I will be controlled by someone, that time will be after I get married. As the bible says when a couple gets married, it is 2 flesh becoming as one so whatever my wife says I have to consider very closely. But for now no... i would not be controlle at all... In life, luv is important. The luv between friends, sibling luv, parental luv and even luving someon special (someone close to your heart). Without these luvs, life is meaningless, all you feel is lonelyness. But why is luv so complicated? Especially in a relationship? What is the purpose of a relationship... I onli know that for a relationship with a person from the other sex it is marraige... but what if he/she is not the right one for you? When you 2 break up what importance does the purpose hold at all? Think of these questions and think it hard... What you want in your life, be it your everyday life or your luv life. This is the main thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109897849320995000?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109897849320995000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109897849320995000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109897849320995000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109897849320995000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/our-lifes.html' title='Our lifes...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109888960147106471</id><published>2004-10-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:06:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is our parents right? I have been thinking about this question for a long time. Today it made me think harder if ya they were rite? I know that many of you would tell me that no parent is perfect and I agree on that but than why do they have to always say they are right? Why do we have to always give in to them and agree with them that they are right? I know that you would say because of peace and from the bible, honour your father and mother, but really are we oso sinning by not telling the truth? Parents always try to think that they know us inside out as they watch us grow up. However, we do change people change, so how much do they know about us?There are times when I feel like telling my dad or mum or even my aunt off. But due to respecting them I don't. Is this fair for me to keep all my feeling inside me? Can't I express my feelings at all? When they see us doing something they believe but when they don't they say you didn't do it... So if I don't see my parents doing work in their companies is it fair to say they are not working at all??&lt;br /&gt;Ya... Now while I am writing this blog I got 3 other guys asking me qustions... how interesting... haha...3 retards asking me dumb question so I asking them back... haha... anyway... today has been better than the past 2 weeks of VB... we didn't walk out on him... haha... and with module chair in class somemore it was fun sia... he, because ms module chair was there, showed us respect... haha... ya... so people have been asking me this question... whu I like... ans... I ike everyone... no special feeling towards anybody except _ _ _... GOD!!! Ya so that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109888960147106471?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109888960147106471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109888960147106471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109888960147106471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109888960147106471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/is-our-parents-right-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109880187923163986</id><published>2004-10-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T22:44:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Capable Wife</title><content type='html'>The following is taken from Proverbs 31:10-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3110 [&lt;a href="http://bible.gospelcom.net/cgi-bin/bible?language=english&amp;passage=Proverbs+31%3A10-31&amp;amp;version=NIV#footnote_315146978_1"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;] A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. 11 Her husband has full confidence in her and lacks nothing of value. 12 She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life. 13 She selects wool and flax and works with eager hands. 14 She is like the merchant ships, bringing her food from afar. 15 She gets up while it is still dark; she provides food for her family and portions for her servant girls. 16 She considers a field and buys it; out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. 17 She sets about her work vigorously; her arms are strong for her tasks. 18 She sees that her trading is profitable, and her lamp does not go out at night. 19 In her hand she holds the distaff and grasps the spindle with her fingers. 20 She opens her arms to the poor and extends her hands to the needy. 21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household; for all of them are clothed in scarlet. 22 She makes coverings for her bed; she is clothed in fine linen and purple. 23 Her husband is respected at the city gate, where he takes his seat among the elders of the land. 24 She makes linen garments and sells them, and supplies the merchants with sashes. 25 She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. 26 She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. 27 She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. 28 Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: 29 "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all." 30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. 31 Give her the reward she has earned, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the word of the Lord. Thx be to GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109880187923163986?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109880187923163986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109880187923163986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109880187923163986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109880187923163986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/capable-wife.html' title='The Capable Wife'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109871600887473865</id><published>2004-10-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:02:02.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... </title><content type='html'>Do not look at &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; at its’ dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Else &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; would be a dreadful ride.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was brought to earth for a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not you are uniquely made.&lt;br /&gt;Dun care what others think or say bout you,&lt;br /&gt;As long as you live a happy &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt;, you live &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; to the full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt; has a meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Only for us to think.&lt;br /&gt;Why was I brought here?&lt;br /&gt;What am I suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I live at a time when the end is near?&lt;br /&gt;All this questions I do not have a clue…&lt;br /&gt;What if one day friends turns against each other?&lt;br /&gt;What if our mother leaves our father?&lt;br /&gt;Is it fair for us to have this things happen in this era,&lt;br /&gt;When the end is becoming nearer and nearer?&lt;br /&gt;Even though I want to be happy I just can’t…&lt;br /&gt;After the thought of people suffering under their fellow man’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t the world be a peaceful place,&lt;br /&gt;Where people do not care bout each other’s race?&lt;br /&gt;I just want an ordinary peaceful &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; and not one that is only bout war.&lt;br /&gt;But that &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; would not happen… it won’t happen at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109871600887473865?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109871600887473865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109871600887473865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109871600887473865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109871600887473865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/life.html' title='Life... '/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109862583178748748</id><published>2004-10-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:01:23.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for Friends... hope you like it... haha</title><content type='html'>Trust is one thing we look in a &lt;strong&gt;FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;It is important for a &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt; to last to the end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; are like your pillow you need by your side…&lt;br /&gt;You want them to be there with you no matter if it is day or night…&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt; just come while some just go…&lt;br /&gt;You never know which new &lt;strong&gt;FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; you may meet tomolo…&lt;br /&gt;But we have to remember the times we spend together…&lt;br /&gt;No matter if it is good or bad the peeps will be your &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;So remember me today…&lt;br /&gt;I am your &lt;strong&gt;FRIEND&lt;/strong&gt; remember that ok?&lt;br /&gt;I will be there when you are sad…&lt;br /&gt;Or moody or just feeling bad…&lt;br /&gt;I will lend you a shoulder if you need to cry…&lt;br /&gt;It will be there for you if you cry your eyes dry…&lt;br /&gt;Remember my words… remember it well…&lt;br /&gt;Coz tomolo I may not live to tell…&lt;br /&gt;That I luv you peeps and you have been good &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;I hope that our &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt; will remain in our hearts to the end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109862583178748748?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109862583178748748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109862583178748748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109862583178748748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109862583178748748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/poem-for-friends-hope-you-like-it-haha.html' title='Poem for Friends... hope you like it... haha'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109862397950010195</id><published>2004-10-24T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:19:39.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Quite Fun La...</title><content type='html'>Today was a... well fun and resourceful day... haha... Didn't noe that alchoal was under drugs in christian terms as u can get high and allow the devil to come into your life... But no where in the bible (except for proverbs) say that we cannot drink alchoal... the onli thing is dun drink too much till u are drunk or high can liaoz... haha... Anyway today went to try out if I liked the new guitar teacher n he's quite okie so wad i gg to do try to see if can get back to my old teacher or not get this teacher but he free onli on wed 5.30 la... aiya... Than church camp... how so little guys gg lei... dunno if wanna go or not... sianz la... somemore onli 60 places than so little people very sianz... haha... Ya the guy grp if u r reading this remember next sunday 2.30 meeting... haha... anyway today is basically go church... sleep... go guitar... log... church... pack up... go eat... than now on com and soon later I will go sleep early... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109862397950010195?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109862397950010195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109862397950010195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109862397950010195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109862397950010195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-quite-fun-la.html' title='Today Quite Fun La...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109854624164343811</id><published>2004-10-23T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T21:22:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... Sianz la</title><content type='html'>Yay... tomolo got guitar trails... haha... wish me luck! I hope that the teacher would be coolz and I like it so that it will end my search for a guitar teacher! Aiya... dunno if on wednesday should walk out on Beng or not... I feel like lei... I need him to respect the class first if he really wants our respect... No point respecting him if he dun respect us at all! Well... today gave up the chance to eat good food at &lt;strong&gt;HYATT&lt;/strong&gt; but went to sambawang eat cheaper food (okie onli la nothing special). Slack alot sia... Than oso cannot stand my couzi whu is at my house now... got the guts to scold my beloved mama sia... if she not my couzi I dun giv face liaoz straight away giv her one tight slap... Aiya... dunno la... today oso no mood to write new poems liaoz sainz chik bi sia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109854624164343811?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109854624164343811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109854624164343811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109854624164343811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109854624164343811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-sianz-la.html' title='Today... Sianz la'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109846017245147345</id><published>2004-10-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:03:37.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame man poem... hahaha...</title><content type='html'>Many things cannot be left behind,&lt;br /&gt;like the memories that have been stuck in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;How can someone so close to me juz go away,&lt;br /&gt;I have not even told tt person tt I missed him/her today.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times in which we cried, laughed, and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings will be kept in my heart all day all night.&lt;br /&gt;If one day we have to go...&lt;br /&gt;I would juz want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are...&lt;br /&gt;I will find you no matter where you are...&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know the reason why...&lt;br /&gt;Coz it's onli you tt is worth for me to cry...&lt;br /&gt;I juz dunno why,&lt;br /&gt;Well it is the feelings in me deep inside...&lt;br /&gt;The thought of having you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Shows me how important to me you are.&lt;br /&gt;Now I should juz end coz I think I am straying too far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done by: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109846017245147345?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109846017245147345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109846017245147345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109846017245147345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109846017245147345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/lame-man-poem-hahaha.html' title='Lame man poem... hahaha...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109842996997265205</id><published>2004-10-22T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:04:13.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry... </title><content type='html'>Why did I cry?&lt;br /&gt;I juz dunno why?&lt;br /&gt;The look in ur eyes...&lt;br /&gt;Juz give me a comfortable feeling inside.&lt;br /&gt;I sit here crying in the loo,&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting others to think I’m a fool.&lt;br /&gt;To cry for you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the dumbest thing I actually do.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the times,&lt;br /&gt;When you keep doing the same crime.&lt;br /&gt;And that’s stealing my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You steal it part by part.&lt;br /&gt;Times I actually think&lt;br /&gt;As my tears fill a pail to it’s very brink.&lt;br /&gt;I try to forget you,&lt;br /&gt;I actually tried.&lt;br /&gt;I try to make my life new,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I choose a life and tt’s to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109842996997265205?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109842996997265205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109842996997265205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109842996997265205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109842996997265205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/cry.html' title='Cry... '/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109842993209324445</id><published>2004-10-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:12:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz another poem...</title><content type='html'>In life everything is possible...&lt;br /&gt;To luv, to hate, to backstab and disgrace...&lt;br /&gt;It is all within your grasp...&lt;br /&gt;It is all up to you to decide what do you want to feel next?&lt;br /&gt;Like a blindfold over me,&lt;br /&gt;I juz choose to walked a path I couldn't see...&lt;br /&gt;I choose this route,&lt;br /&gt;I really did...&lt;br /&gt;Luv is the guidance tt I really need...&lt;br /&gt;Time and time I bluff myself...&lt;br /&gt;That I have a chance to be with her...&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of putting my arms round her...&lt;br /&gt;To hold her tight to feel her warmth...&lt;br /&gt;I luv her I really do...&lt;br /&gt;But luv isn't a game that has rules...&lt;br /&gt;It is not even a game...&lt;br /&gt;But love is a beautiful picture in a frame...&lt;br /&gt;Now all I do is dream and dream...&lt;br /&gt;It's now the time for me to really face reality...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109842993209324445?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109842993209324445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109842993209324445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109842993209324445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109842993209324445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/juz-another-poem.html' title='Juz another poem...'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109837342091801386</id><published>2004-10-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T23:13:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LaMe PoEm... </title><content type='html'>What is it to love someone for someone who don't really know how to love?&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to love a gal whu is as pure as a dove?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how it feels like...&lt;br /&gt;When the 2 forces in you starts to fight?&lt;br /&gt;No one knows exactly how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if what I really feel is real!&lt;br /&gt;It is so scary for me...&lt;br /&gt;To tell her that the one I love is she...&lt;br /&gt;In this place I start to cry...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that what if one day I actually die...&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dumb saying this...&lt;br /&gt;But she would be one gal I really miss...&lt;br /&gt;To leave behind her in this place all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Is it difficult to even tell her "I love you" on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to even love someone at all?&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sin if I actually have no feelings for anything or anyone at all?&lt;br /&gt;You may tell me in loving her I am wasting my time!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I hope that to love her would be a crime!&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back to the past...&lt;br /&gt;To love someone is the hardest task!&lt;br /&gt;Love is selfish... Love cannot be explained...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I love you is one question stuck in my brain!&lt;br /&gt;To lose you to someone is really bad...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking why I would lose you makes me sad!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that now I could be dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done By: -=GaB=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109837342091801386?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109837342091801386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109837342091801386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109837342091801386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109837342091801386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/lame-poem.html' title='LaMe PoEm... '/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109828618036847556</id><published>2004-10-20T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:13:44.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's better 2day</title><content type='html'>Today, I actually didn't wanna go school but ai dunno how to tell Mother that I dun feel like going to school 2day so go la. However after onli 3 hours of class got someone run wit me... haha my good buddy (JefF WoNg)... (wad toopid excuse sia say got practical)... ya anway today we had the ass back to facilitate our class (pity him sia onli 11 turned up today) and he asked the toopidest question if he had done anything wrong (if u say giving people like basri D is rite than I got nothing to say). Somemore giv attitude sia say that our class wanna test him... how we noe wat time we start see if fac wanna start early or not wad. Anyway, I would like to thank God that he got me out of the class to let me enjoy myself and release my stress through singing. We went to K-BoX to have some fun and yes we did (didn't noe my class got so many good singers). However, today spend till no more $ liaoz how!!! Sang a few songs nd sorri to those wit me have to endure 3 hours of my lousy singing... haha... I feel so sleepy I oso dunno what I'm gonna write liaoz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109828618036847556?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109828618036847556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109828618036847556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109828618036847556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109828618036847556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/lifes-better-2day.html' title='Life&apos;s better 2day'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109819974588279165</id><published>2004-10-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:29:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life sux</title><content type='html'>Today was totally boring in school especially when mr T started speaking... felt like sleeping liaoz... than tomolo is worst... mr Beng... Y my this sem fac all like shit one... aiya today was juz way too boring la... In the morning cum school sleep till class start than later after first meeting break (tt waas the great part) went out eat... didn't noe JEFF could spent so much in 2 days... than cum back class sit and play games (one new online game tt is so childish)... today tuthfully I didn't learn anything at all... Juz sitting there and rot is my specialty...&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking why can't our lifes be like the OC... like tt than would be more exciting rite... but dangerous as well... Aiya... why am I so stress??? why am I so bored and sad??? I dunno how to answer this... can you??? I dun think so I dun even understand my feelings and self would you even understand me??&lt;br /&gt;What I want now is to do finish my stupid RJ that I dunno how to as well as get my elec guitar!!! I wanna jam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109819974588279165?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109819974588279165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109819974588279165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109819974588279165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109819974588279165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/life-sux.html' title='Life sux'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8773209.post-109810937343722123</id><published>2004-10-19T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T22:22:53.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Now I have nothing to do and since I have juz finished making this plain simple blog I decided to waste my time on it... Basically today was totally slack... didn't bother to do work at all but still my grp manage to skim everything... I juz hope tt life would be more exciting... ai but wat to do in singapore where it is small and nothing much to do u cannot expect anything... I am stuck liaoz... ai go sleep la dun bother writing liaoz... haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8773209-109810937343722123?l=peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/feeds/109810937343722123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8773209&amp;postID=109810937343722123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109810937343722123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8773209/posts/default/109810937343722123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peoplecomepeoplego.blogspot.com/2004/10/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>gabo_lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16375946477905720008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h-qxjwM7oXA/SVOxQU6LDOI/AAAAAAAAACY/az8Dzkft61U/S220/DSC02829.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
