<?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-2247090499157938898</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:11:12.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moments♥</title><subtitle type='html'>Dance-LOVE-Sing-LIVE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-1314243296400502395</id><published>2011-12-25T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:38:51.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the big bang</title><content type='html'>HAHA, nope. this is not the BIG BANG THEORY. Its my PMR result. Everyone is very keen on knowing what he/she`s results ARE. That MORNING, around 10am. Almost evryone was walking around school...waiting, chit-chatting of course. Ended up waiting for another 1 hr bcz (sigh) u know, MALAYSIAN tIMING :( always disappointing. Walking along the corridor, saw our Class Teacher. She looked at me and smiled, her hands holding PMR paper slips on her hands, saying : hey, u got straight As for PMR. I was like : No way. (scream) No wayyyy....(looking up in the sky, is this a dream?) &lt;div&gt;               Haha, nobody pinch me...but its true. The moment my girlfriends and I walked to the school hall. Teachers start to distribute the PMR paper slips result. The class teacher gave mine...and OH GOD, she was RIGHT~! I did get straight As.  I almost cried, i didnt think it would really happen, all that HARD work really paid off.  I was hoping maybe 7As...turned out to be the BEST Christmas present EVER. My mum, waiting patiently on the bench near the canteen. I wanted to act a SOUR FACE, so that she knew something was wrong. I passed the result slip to her. I laughed, unexpectedly 8As MUM?!! The glorious moment for my mum and dad. In the car, quickly called my DAD. (Told him that i DID IT. ) He was so happy for me, the man who i can really trust. He said he was SO PROUD of me, the YAP family always have the great blessing from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;              Holding my phone, hearing how proud my dad is...i became silent. Tears of joy falling down to my cheek. He told me what would i like to have AS a PRESENT of my success? Well, i don`t want a million things, I just want love. That`s the ONE :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-1314243296400502395?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1314243296400502395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=1314243296400502395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/1314243296400502395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/1314243296400502395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-bang.html' title='the big bang'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-700207391558875601</id><published>2011-12-07T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:59:21.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a reason</title><content type='html'>Came back from Miri, Sarawak...i felt there`s no need to be stressed over some stuff. That place is peaceful, whenever i looked up...there`s coconut trees. The sound ...evrything seems so great. Its like the time paused for me to enjoy it. I feel free...But in reality, time just keep on ticking...until the day i hav to leave. KL, bus/cars noises...some child crying loudly. I`m back to this hectic life. Mom wanted me 2 join tuition class. Signed myself up n went for it. That day, i attended chinese class. The teacher (haih...) YOU see...during my young age, i dislike chinese subject. I can speak in chinese very well, but understanding it...hell no. The teacher talked about China`s famous history n famous people. I didn`t know them at all. I suck...i hav no interest in taking chinese for FORM 4, but what choice do i have? My mom wants me 2 take it. I made a decision, and i accepted my decision whether i like it a not. I told myself, evrything is going 2 be okey. I cant give up right now, at least i try. Life is hard, i noe...nobody said its gonna be easy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My previous tuition teacher from (SRI. P), commented on my status in fb. He told me why i`m not coming back to his tuition centre. WHY?? u asked me why? There`s always a reason, i just didn`t want to be so harsh on you. So,  i lied. I told him the tuition i`m going is nearer to my house. I remembered clearly, the way u teachers treat me. YOU didn`t hav a clue what was it like to be ME. Maybe all you wanted was my MONEY, forcing my friends and I to stay back until 10 pm. Are u fucking kidding me?? Just because i`m a PMR candidate, YOU hav to do this to me?? IN the end of the day, if i GOT all A`s in PMR...I`ll never say thank you...not in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;there is a reason why i left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love,Pei Pei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-700207391558875601?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/700207391558875601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=700207391558875601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/700207391558875601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/700207391558875601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/12/there-is-reason.html' title='there is a reason'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-8955107880093756632</id><published>2011-12-05T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T23:46:51.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O05N601PAjE/Tt3IPvvZAWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/hO-sNZURU84/s1600/4ac01e37.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O05N601PAjE/Tt3IPvvZAWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/hO-sNZURU84/s320/4ac01e37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682918477650264418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lady gaga taught me to be different bcz i was born this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Beyonce told me girls run the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Clarkson said what doesn`t kill u makes u stronger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When i look back in my life, i don`t wanna see things exactly as they happened. Its just that i prefer to remember them in an artistic way.And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest bcz i invented it. Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycle like atoms, particles in quantum physics, they can be lost forever. Its sorta like my past is an unfinished painting and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes to make it beautiful again. Its not like i have been dishonest, its just that i loathe reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day you told me you missed someone...i knew who she was. Obviously, she doesn`t like you. Or else why is she so busy? Keep rejecting invites from you. Your breaking your own heart, why cant u find someone better. She is definitely not THE ONE for you. But, your just so crazy about her. I`m not jealous, u deserve someone better instead of telling me ....silly boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being single is my attitude. Why aunties can't understand that. If someone ever brings me down, what doesn`t kill me makes me STRONGER...doesn`t mean i`m lonely when i`m alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pei Pei with love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-8955107880093756632?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8955107880093756632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=8955107880093756632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8955107880093756632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8955107880093756632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/12/stronger.html' title='stronger'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O05N601PAjE/Tt3IPvvZAWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/hO-sNZURU84/s72-c/4ac01e37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-4441334139792271428</id><published>2011-11-15T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T23:50:53.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the world you left</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HumUqLbV5no/TsNqGh6XTWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rb2b5ePnBE4/s1600/pic%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HumUqLbV5no/TsNqGh6XTWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rb2b5ePnBE4/s320/pic%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496615831883106" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The sun will shine for you.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                 Mr.Ang passed away on 15/11/2011-Tuesday @5pm.I got the news quite fast i guess. Justin told me straight away on fb chat. I was really shocked and felt terrible, sad. Then, minutes later...we can all see many posts on fb saying how great Mr. Ang is. Well, Mr. Ang is truly the best teacher i ever met. He was the first teacher i met during form 1. He taught me to play Lontar Peluru in the school field. Then, form 2...Mr. Ang was our MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HumUqLbV5no/TsNqGh6XTWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rb2b5ePnBE4/s1600/pic%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THS teacher. He`s good in whatever he do.  I remembered that he agreed to be interviewed by us (for our sejarah project) . That was the last picture i ever taken of him. And now, he`s gone. Crying doesn`t help bcz its not gonna make him come back. I was devastated but i know life still goes on. I love him so much. God took away his life too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HumUqLbV5no/TsNqGh6XTWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rb2b5ePnBE4/s1600/pic%2B2.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WFDzeIJr6zk/TsNq5e9jnxI/AAAAAAAAAks/J6WoWN3Q7UU/s320/25799_1310837565894_1079267324_30789333_3458234_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675497491213295378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;but hey, the sun will still shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;shine for a beautiful person like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Thank you Mr. Ang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;RIP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-4441334139792271428?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4441334139792271428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=4441334139792271428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/4441334139792271428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/4441334139792271428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/11/world-you-left.html' title='the world you left'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HumUqLbV5no/TsNqGh6XTWI/AAAAAAAAAkg/rb2b5ePnBE4/s72-c/pic%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-6042899381873602853</id><published>2011-11-04T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:37:51.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Sometimes ppl get caught up with life, sometimes ppl make excuses to avoid things. They dont really want to face it therefore, they turn their backs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;away and not caring for u anymore. I realise what a jerk he has been. When he needs u, he`ll come for u and ask for ur help. So, i believe in the future , we`ll never talk again, no more dinners, no long conversations. We will be thorn apart sooner or later. I love u, i always had. But, u don`t even come home and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;show some concern to us? You still think tat the OUTSIDE world is better isn`t it?  I used 2 look up 2 u, now i guess its over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;m sorry, there`s nothing you can change me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhC6b0TEt44/TrTlwHuPVMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sAZywGdT054/s320/jojo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671410445635769538" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 164px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm trying not to pretend that it won't happen again and again like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Never thought it would end, but you got up in my head and my head like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You made me happy baby, but love is crazy, so amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it's changing, rearranging&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I don't think I can take anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Cuz the walls burned up and our love fell down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and it turned into whatever now we're saying never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Feel the fire cuz it's all around and it's burning for forever and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We gotta let it go, be on our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Look for another day, cuz it ain't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Watch it all fall to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;No happy ever after, just disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; text-align: left; "&gt;( Above paragraph is actually a song by JOJO-Disaster)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; text-align: left; "&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Pei Pei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-6042899381873602853?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6042899381873602853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=6042899381873602853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/6042899381873602853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/6042899381873602853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/11/disaster.html' title='Disaster'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QhC6b0TEt44/TrTlwHuPVMI/AAAAAAAAAkM/sAZywGdT054/s72-c/jojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-8410311202066433990</id><published>2011-11-02T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T02:51:14.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOE Network</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;               1st NOV 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- finally , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;moe grouper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; decided to go to school on this day :D for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;SPBT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; work. Around 7.5o am. Where`s SING YEE? there`s no sign of her, she didn`t come to school. Oh well, MOE, Tan yuen, and me started work around 8:00 am. in OUR BOSS ROOM. HAHA~sounds so cool. We took pictures. Tan Yuen is avoiding us bcz paparazi love to take HER PICTURE. (had fun) Then after a while, i felt quite sien...felt like sleeping....MANATAU~ TPN came in to look look see see~LOL, aku tak boleh sleep lor.  I love each and everyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;ne in moe group. therefore, I named it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;MOE NETWORK"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jqxI5fBmbs/TrEPJCZXkYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z5i_YdCp2Tg/s320/01112011492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670330053772677506" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5zKmAvpRUYo/TrEPmuizx0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/xjkEIrJIeC4/s320/01112011495.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670330563839641410" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D2qzobDrRwk/TrEPvyXBneI/AAAAAAAAAjk/fXWGD8B3Cmk/s320/01112011499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670330719482781154" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;                2nd NOV 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-is the day Leong Mao Mi (moe) went 2 work for the 1st day. I knew she felt excited for it. Therefore, i decided to go to pyramid to check how she`s doing. I went it the shop as a REGULAR &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;customer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, saw MOE walking around. I said Hi~she was hap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;py i guess?? Working is such a boring JOB! (no offence) but seriously, she needs the money so, i hope she`s happy. &lt;div&gt;                    Then, my mom n i went to search a birthday present for my sister. Walking for about 2 hours...really tired , finally we found the PERFECT shirt for my sis. ( it looks n&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ice) 1 shirt cost : RM29.90 BUT 2 shirts for RM50! GREAT DEAL. LOL. then, PULANG BALIK ke rumah! Mom read the newspaper then saw &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;WONG TAN YUEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (smksu) in SIN CHIEW NEWSPAPER! woah~ memang ialah WTY (our Assistant in MOE group) dalam akhbar itu. HAHA, feeling proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUwRDzP45Q0/TrESDeM8EkI/AAAAAAAAAjw/rzYz8hP5dFY/s320/02112011504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670333256692404802" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;CEO- Pei Pei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-8410311202066433990?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8410311202066433990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=8410311202066433990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8410311202066433990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8410311202066433990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/11/moe-network.html' title='MOE Network'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jqxI5fBmbs/TrEPJCZXkYI/AAAAAAAAAjM/z5i_YdCp2Tg/s72-c/01112011492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2247090499157938898.post-8779971460277467052</id><published>2011-10-10T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T23:03:29.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you</title><content type='html'>PMR, (DONE!) hell ya! i`m feeling great n awesome again! Before all this, of coz i`m pretty serious about what i`m doing...turned out i became very stressed. Minor problems becoming such a big problem, if u get wat i mean. Until one day,this special someone appeared in my life. He finally saw who i really was, what i was thinking, he knew evrything. Remember the day when Teacher Mary forced us 2 stay back for EXTRA-tuition until 10 pm. It was nuts! 3-10 pm...r u insane? No way, i`m leaving of course! I just can`t take it. My face became red as usual, tears falling. He knew something wasn`t right. He looked at me, he knew i cried. After tuition, he asked whether i`m okey, feeling  concern out of the sudden. I told him straight tat i wasn`t okey. It seems he appeared for a reason, to cheer me up constantly maybe? Everytime i`m study or doing something , he`ll always pick a seat next to me. He`s such a great brother, too bad i don`t hav one in my family. He saved me when i was drowning. Isn`t it my turn to do something great? Yes, i shuld. I knew he was a participant in TAKE THE STAGE contest. He played the Piano, n his family supported him. They dressed nicely to attend tat dinner. I shared the table with them, i`v chatted with his mom, he`s 2 adorable sisters. He`s mother should be very proud of his son, even i`m proud of him too! He was there whenever i needed him, therefore i attended tat dinner for him, as a moral support. He knew i was attending, he was delighted. He shared with me what he`s gonna play tat night, wanted me 2 guess what songs he`s playing. Days passed, finally i knew what kind of guy he was. He was quite easy 2 figure out actually. He`s not dumb, he`s a very smart kind of guy who wants to hav a daughter in the future. Funny, he even told me he wanted a daughter so tat he could teach her to sing n play the piano. He`s a fantastic guy, no doubts. I added him as a brother in facebook bcz he really deserves to be one. I love him so much (as a brother) bcz he accepts for who i am but sometimes he can be a pain in my ass. LOL I would like to say thank u bcz we did go thru it all together n ACE it in PMR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2247090499157938898-8779971460277467052?l=pearlyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8779971460277467052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2247090499157938898&amp;postID=8779971460277467052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8779971460277467052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2247090499157938898/posts/default/8779971460277467052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearlyap.blogspot.com/2011/10/thank-you.html' title='thank you'/><author><name>Pei Er</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02283554632106792835</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PzZaY7SrAcU/TO4IwoCjxSI/AAAAAAAAAho/HKT1h4XWQVM/S220/1273289441788.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
