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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Well. Actually I got two blogs, one is the present one, another is the one I have abandoned. Out of curiousity, I revisited my old blog today and felt that I am reading a stranger's blog instead. Ha, I guess it is true that people do change and my old blog content was so fascinating. All those content were written when I was still in secondary school.

Here the link if you are interested: http://tombfreak.blogspot.com

I like this even though I dont remember typing it out myself anymore

blessing in disguise
Without ugliness, you wouldnt see beauty
Without darkness, you wouldnt see light
Without failure, you wouldnt see success.
Without sadness, you wouldnt feel happiness
Without attitude people, you wouldnt see good angel friends.

So guys, without bad friends, you wouldnt see good friends. *HINT... so must appreaciate her being bad ar, otherwise how you all realise how good am I. HAHAHAHAHA.

Yesterday, my cousin Shan ning just walked passed me. isnt it weird for me to recognize her and for her not to know that I am her cousin whom she had just walked passed. I think the only way I ever can have a chance to talk to her will be when my grandma pass away. OHHHHH, I'M MEAN. Credit to those adults who make a mess. KUDOS TO THEM.