tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44298196154067968102024-02-20T00:59:48.480+08:00THE RISEFROM IMPOSSIBLE TO POSSIBLEMaureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-45491142183130681192019-07-21T22:19:00.000+08:002019-07-21T22:53:36.571+08:00WIPE OFF THE PAST AND CREATE MIRACLE FOR THE FUTUREIt's good to be back to create wonderful post for my readers out there. I had great memories back then and now I am going to leave meaningful footprint to my blog page.<br />
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Nevertheless, always be in mind that:<br />
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"No mater how tough the chase is, you should always have the dream you saw on the first day. It'll keep you motivated and rescue you (from any weak thoughts)." -Jack Ma<br />
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<br />Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-76737554344262597662010-09-07T00:05:00.003+08:002010-09-07T00:14:56.250+08:00Fed uP<p>18 years old with a 50% mature age,</p><p>18 years old with a 50% educated age,</p><p>18 years old with a 50% experience age,</p><p>18 years old with a 50% income age.</p><p><br /></p><p>What should i do to make you and you happy? This question have turn around my mind since i was primary 6. I rather stay in the heaven or hell than born into this world. Life...</p>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-62363943689555094152009-09-13T17:10:00.002+08:002009-09-13T17:27:13.761+08:00Miss YouIndeed, everyone wish to stay happy everyday with their partner whenever they is in a relationship... However, things won't go on smooth as we wish to... The tears that never worth to fall but always uncontrollable and automatic fall...<br /><br />When i miss you i will tell myself that you will miss me too,<br />But your moves show me that you don't miss me.<br />When i need you i will tell myself that you will need me too,<br />But your moves shoe me that you don't need me.<br /><br />Everytime i feel bored,<br />I watch movie.<br />Everytime i feel lonely,<br />I watch movie too.<br /><br />Don't you know?<br />Time past very slow whenever i'm wait for your call.<br />Don't you know?<br />Time past very slow whenever i'm wait for your date.<br /><br />Maybe i'm greedy to have all of your free time to be with me,<br />But it prove that you're mean everything of mine.<br />Maybe i'm childish to have all of your sight just put on me,<br />But it prove that you're mean everything of mine.<br /><br /><br /><br />Every memories will gone slowly with the flows of time....<br />Will you still remember how much i love you and maintain it.........<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-26978973173232893752009-03-24T19:44:00.006+08:002009-03-25T15:19:40.906+08:00Earn Our Character<div align="left"><br /></div><ul><p align="left"><br /><br /></p><li><div align="left">Developing character is my personal responsibility. It cannot be given to me; I must earn it. Commit myself to its development because it will protect me.</div></li></ul><div align="left"><br /> </div><ul><li><div align="left">Everytime I make a character-base decision, I take another step toward becoming a better person.<br /></div></li></ul><ul><p align="left"><br /><br /></p><li><div align="left">The process begin with deciding to make good character my goal and to stop make excuses.</div></li></ul><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><p align="left">Earn Our Character- The theme of Lv Zhou camp this time.Well, I learnt a lot in the camp. This is the fourth time I join the camp, 3 days 2 night, I do appreciate it a lot.<br />I think this will be the last time I join the camp, because next year I'm going to join the Graduatian Camp held by Lv Zhou. Time past so fast, unwittingly I am 17 years old, one more year to go for graduate. I miss Lv Zhou youth camp so much, because the camp I knew a lot of friends, I get a lot of knowledge, grow up with a group of friend......</p><div align="left">Because.... </div><div align="left"><br /></div><p align="left">Because.... </p><div align="left">There is too many of 'because', I cant finish it... </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317002792731101618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5N2IpjWXj55TubBBgXWHC292lUDyGOpdzRium97-uwVuZKttg2lAchlhM84sfUsWNGXaQC5tiNYVmkQFL3OqE8mu38ySWnFS5yjEHRvd7JdQ6zXUxlw5ngC9sCFkIbZNvoaI7eYGKfE7A/s320/DSC01827.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">~My lovely teamate~</p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">I Lov3 YoU, Lv Zhou</span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">Thanks for the best memories...</span></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">Check out somemore photo in my facebook.</p><p align="left"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/">http://www.facebook.com/</a><br />type in <span style="color:#9999ff;">Maureen Ng Yik Ling</span> to search my profile.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left">-Maureen Ng-</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-52328392448547192842009-02-19T20:11:00.003+08:002009-02-19T20:15:30.326+08:00寂寞原来寂寞的时候只有部落格能够陪伴在你的身边。<br />很久,很久。。。已经很久没有这种感觉了,以为这种感觉从此不会再出现。<br />但是,最近它回来了。<br />寂寞模糊了我的思绪,让我再次失去了方向和理智。<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">到底为了什么?有谁能够告诉我?我应该往哪里走?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />-MaureenNg -<br /></div></div>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-9976110383296636442009-02-16T15:41:00.002+08:002009-02-16T15:57:49.750+08:00Touch my HeartHi, to my all blogger reader. First, I want to say sorry because I didn't update my blog for a long long time. I'm wasn't busy but lazy somemore my computer is lag. I just finish read my dearest friend's blog that named <a href="http://boylovebro.blogspot.com">BoyBoy</a>. Well, how to describe him? I got no much idea too. What can i say is he is a very funny person. I still remember that the first time i met him, I think I was only 15 years old when I knew him. We met at a camp organisation called " LV ZHOU youth camp". Believe me, you must join it because you will learn alot during the camp although you will be very tired because the activity is nonstop go on. OK, back to my topic. The reason I want to intro my friend ( BOYBOY ) because I really touch by his post out topic as<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.boylovebro.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_21.html">I DONT HATE YOU BUT I DONT LOVE YOU ANYMORE</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It's been almost 3 years I knew him but I never know he is growing up in a broken family. I think if I never read his blog i will never know this thing happened on him. Because his face is always with a sweet smile, everyday, everytime, everysecond. I really cant believe that, I feel that this world is very unfair. I feel very sorry for him because I has a broken family too. I know the feel of sad, hate also love to a person that make us come to this world - DADDY. I am more lucky than him because I get back my family after 6 years long. I am very thankful that my Dad could change for his family. That why i believe that time can change everything. For those who dun wan to reponsible for your family, please, dont married because your one decision will cause many thing happened in the future. Please dont let your children to take this heavy responsiblelity in the future with a broken family.<br /><br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -<br /></div></div>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-63102746581848676642008-12-15T22:04:00.002+08:002008-12-15T22:18:29.604+08:00IndifferenceI though you are difference with others, but i'm wrong....<br /><br /><br />It is correct with the title of mine "Hopeless_life". Life is that uncertain, it may peace and quiet but it may unpeace and unquiet sometime. I do really feel enough with all of it. I'm gonna ruin with all of it. Nothing is perfect in our life.<br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-26496218807581122442008-12-05T00:14:00.001+08:002008-12-05T00:16:26.424+08:00Enough<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm ENOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">MAY YOU FUCK OFF?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sorry for my rude-ness... im just need some way to release my anger... </span><br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -<br /></div></div>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-58991873689646293152008-11-12T21:28:00.002+08:002008-11-12T21:55:24.275+08:00SighIt doesn't seem everything could go on swimmingly as what I thought...<br /><br />Are you ever think that life is fair for us? Yes, maybe there is but only apart from it.<br /> I ensure that there is ninety over hundred percent of human in this world will agree with life is UNFAIR in this world. The furniture of one's pocket, relation between family, friendship or love.<br />To conquer the unfair in our life other than strain after there is still strain after.<br />Well, that how life go on......<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-87307015281015387702008-10-13T22:40:00.004+08:002008-10-13T23:04:54.665+08:00stressIts been a long time i'm dissappear in bloggie life... The reason is i wonder what can i share with all reader bout my life...<br /><br />Nothing can describe how suffer i feel with the stress-ness around my life... Well... Maybe i'm just a little pile of sand case compare to others...<br /><br />Sometime.....I really feel tired..... tired.... tired with my life.... It's really hard to stay in a city without money...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">No MONEY = No TALK<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maureen Ng</span><br /></div></div>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-10418947989658106582008-08-10T19:35:00.003+08:002008-08-10T20:22:18.395+08:00A Never Ending Scar<object height="619" width="450"><param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"><param name="flashvars" value="id=79349664&width=1337"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=79349664&width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" height="619" width="450"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/79349664/">Scar</a> by ~<a class="u" href="http://ernes.deviantart.com/">Ernes</a> on <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/">deviant</a><a href="http://www.deviantart.com/">ART</a><br /><br />Tolerant is the best way for the happiness to start,<br />Do you remember the white rose you gave me?<br />It's represent that how pure is our love,<br />Yet it couldn't stay white and pure for permanent.<br /><br />Although it ever to be in bloom how beautiful it is,<br />It will wilt at last just like my heart die at last.<br />It's just a glamorous moment that we enjoy,<br />Just like you ever love me as deep as you are.<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-21330839332346300872008-08-06T20:39:00.004+08:002008-08-06T21:25:55.398+08:00The Tender PassionYou tell me that we should let go each other earlier,<br />walk over the beyond life of us...<br />I let go at last although i'm really don't want to give up...<br />Would you forgive me?<br /><br />Forgive me decide to let you go,<br />Stay far from your shadow...<br />Let my mind swallow up your image in my memories,<br />Just to protect my heart will not get hurt by you...<br /><br />Yet... Have you ever think that?<br />I'm do really appreciate you whatever you are...<br />I try to love as much as deep i could,<br />Yet... I can't do it for you anymore...<br />You dosen't belong to mine anymore...<br /><br />I don't know that you really mean to or not,<br />I felt that you always act to be cool infront of me..<br />Our love just like the deep shore of the sea...<br />Unreachable... Unfeelable... Unreplyable...<br /><br />It's like the cancer eat up my feeble's heart...<br />Hurt me so bad.... Really painfull...<br />Please forgive for my selfishness...<br />I admit that im a sympathetic person...<br /><br />I'm afraid... Afraid to be hurt again...<br />I'm tired... Tired to be in love again...<br />I'm sad... Sad to stay away from you...<br />I'm pain... Pain force to forget you...<br /><br />Will you still stay for me?? I know i'm stupid....<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-91786545447209908692008-06-02T13:37:00.003+08:002008-06-02T13:54:13.453+08:00Happy Birthday lovely MomI'm so sorry to all of my blogdie readers that i'm lack of posing nowadays...<br />It is because I'm busy hanging out with my friends " YAM CHA "... haha....<br />This time might be a short post only.... haha...<br />Well... Yesterday was Hari Gawai was also my MoM's birthday.. hehe....<br />How good when your birthday is on public holiday...<br />Can celebrate every year without caring others cant attend your birthday party... Haha...<br />Unlike me.... My birthday always in Every year Sch Sem Exam.... Bek chek...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzZUCzKosyxAvQ72864Q6SGcMUzBCxio0HgFpFKNUyn2wRvs_QL-GSZyzEbBGAQ-M_jYHQ2dh-FqHPl8UzTnLu561YfIgd0oMMYdi_iFO11RwSvIzH5o7vjMBmatkJUsq8pxVpCedXrnx/s1600-h/DSC00508.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijzZUCzKosyxAvQ72864Q6SGcMUzBCxio0HgFpFKNUyn2wRvs_QL-GSZyzEbBGAQ-M_jYHQ2dh-FqHPl8UzTnLu561YfIgd0oMMYdi_iFO11RwSvIzH5o7vjMBmatkJUsq8pxVpCedXrnx/s320/DSC00508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207158070249089618" border="0" /></a><br />My lovely mom and lil brother....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">- MaureenNg -<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-14549896905613632812008-05-15T22:55:00.011+08:002008-05-15T23:44:56.548+08:00Happy Birthday to Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQj9qDOAcATWhQPSHlmhe30mryTgoB8Bhp61f9-Nrt_2AZkBZ0iD0WaF5uLEhDR79aNIIiaHNb_oA1Y3kdNSKIZIJqvb9vThWXxB6xg2XwbNzBvDD41WypxR8HKCnsUKrWzdFZDoqr2cG/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQj9qDOAcATWhQPSHlmhe30mryTgoB8Bhp61f9-Nrt_2AZkBZ0iD0WaF5uLEhDR79aNIIiaHNb_oA1Y3kdNSKIZIJqvb9vThWXxB6xg2XwbNzBvDD41WypxR8HKCnsUKrWzdFZDoqr2cG/s320/DSC01490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200621480151088898" border="0" /></a><br />It's Official. I am finally 16 years old today.<br /><br />Ofcoz... Everyone wish to get present on the day of birthday...<br />I want to thanks to all of my friend that wish me HAPPY BIRTHDAY...<br />Also for my classmate and schoolmate...<br />Good Luck in Mid Year Examination...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">*************************************************************************************</span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8HZd86h9HU_JFzYjaGX7DbLyq9ReT5M6hisceXnFeg09ZEgmwKh-zpDQeciFCKBhQ_snUfml4_nh45p7RLlzEAK_ViOIP3mlAa6tWutVIa0sLkIfUNy2ya63INFOnPeySBRaKP5deeZP/s1600-h/DSC01509.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8HZd86h9HU_JFzYjaGX7DbLyq9ReT5M6hisceXnFeg09ZEgmwKh-zpDQeciFCKBhQ_snUfml4_nh45p7RLlzEAK_ViOIP3mlAa6tWutVIa0sLkIfUNy2ya63INFOnPeySBRaKP5deeZP/s320/DSC01509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200623528850489106" border="0" /></a>I do really surprise with the birthday card i got today...<br />I though it's from my Mom...<br />However, it's from my beloved Ming...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZE5tMM4awupKxO3jkPNhkwzGypSix4RIQ8OWSLD46YOMqZqysKPTEgRGqw_9_nJESAN2v5LVQsHyNsdVJckkWhv0ZUw9hPBy5UMX2JmeSrCCZcni_hzYKBDUU5KdOqtcC1v8ppQo63SF/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZE5tMM4awupKxO3jkPNhkwzGypSix4RIQ8OWSLD46YOMqZqysKPTEgRGqw_9_nJESAN2v5LVQsHyNsdVJckkWhv0ZUw9hPBy5UMX2JmeSrCCZcni_hzYKBDUU5KdOqtcC1v8ppQo63SF/s320/DSC01511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200624353484209954" border="0" /></a>I know I know... It's cute enough... XD<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">******************************************************************</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p1L_qzJ5LbhRJv4bkvhAIdfGtznazVIMn6SPzIE-Qa3YOvvCybWwa9zDDzGIRYMRlAgtdAckgEinjTOyP-cgYaraWfXOHeSg2CAVbOqm43CGTvSn88-VPS8I3fRpyA32O2qwQRqIWFMR/s1600-h/DSC01483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4p1L_qzJ5LbhRJv4bkvhAIdfGtznazVIMn6SPzIE-Qa3YOvvCybWwa9zDDzGIRYMRlAgtdAckgEinjTOyP-cgYaraWfXOHeSg2CAVbOqm43CGTvSn88-VPS8I3fRpyA32O2qwQRqIWFMR/s320/DSC01483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200625517420347186" border="0" /></a><br />Another gift from Ming too...<br />Well... You will not want to know what is inside...<br />The secret that can't be tell... XD<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*********************************************************************</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBJNRX08cBbnsB1IUFwF2Fu5SHMQeKKF857X3FEZaPEbBI3HoKVuH1CqMFstNSlkNWbU51fWNoNFg9-ikOBpECGSfHsWWqb2PfxTG30AkNCC7j2m8Ubhogbo4OYPMXCMNzRGeDQ5t8GIf/s1600-h/DSC01501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBJNRX08cBbnsB1IUFwF2Fu5SHMQeKKF857X3FEZaPEbBI3HoKVuH1CqMFstNSlkNWbU51fWNoNFg9-ikOBpECGSfHsWWqb2PfxTG30AkNCC7j2m8Ubhogbo4OYPMXCMNzRGeDQ5t8GIf/s320/DSC01501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200627029248835394" border="0" /></a>Wishes from friend...<br />Present from beloved...<br />Birthday cake cant be less too....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArn_NmlvXa5Vm2y9N5CmTcRv8RYjhtqMWHMfkMPoloxpMci8H_T5eF2SFRqAXsaZmEwabRv9f0tSyMlSlmN7omnZuorn_fAbyWuJ0_ipSy8HAkn2N7_kUErSPrOwmijtf6XONqzOGBsYH/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArn_NmlvXa5Vm2y9N5CmTcRv8RYjhtqMWHMfkMPoloxpMci8H_T5eF2SFRqAXsaZmEwabRv9f0tSyMlSlmN7omnZuorn_fAbyWuJ0_ipSy8HAkn2N7_kUErSPrOwmijtf6XONqzOGBsYH/s320/DSC01502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200627948371836754" border="0" /></a><br />Nice is it... HahaX...<br />Ice-cream cake... Our beloved cake favour...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9ZoEvDTXtQzuohWYoxvoHSJvECwmy3UPhb1nENykpOL_lBtzNKuX5nkl6_OKsNeiSkCJRV1laxloCdZOWYnACoS4PquHSGKMIuPWoE4ro2f_iv36XB9DAYu0nRc0jmcRbnBdBWKky5qK/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ9ZoEvDTXtQzuohWYoxvoHSJvECwmy3UPhb1nENykpOL_lBtzNKuX5nkl6_OKsNeiSkCJRV1laxloCdZOWYnACoS4PquHSGKMIuPWoE4ro2f_iv36XB9DAYu0nRc0jmcRbnBdBWKky5qK/s320/DSC01505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200628755825688418" border="0" /></a>I wasn't closing my eyes but the angle makes me like closing my eyes...<br />Rest in peace?!?!! ( choi~!) hahaX...<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">*******************************************************************</span></span><br /></div><br />Thats all for today to pass up my birthday....<br />Happy Birthday Me...<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-46774773783943639162008-05-07T22:58:00.004+08:002008-05-07T23:33:47.766+08:00The ENVY feeling<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSzwnkriq5rAlUOsjhL1J4RQ2gHU8qq4Ow4A_i_X-eFxb5oXW4UlUuQRf9QT65iG9ntDomWDWRmuLT4e4n6L8_kYy085jyibFE-EeTXUwmKEwIgzbToGYbH1exEuXT4PLFEW0KP-broES/s1600-h/1_532297838l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHSzwnkriq5rAlUOsjhL1J4RQ2gHU8qq4Ow4A_i_X-eFxb5oXW4UlUuQRf9QT65iG9ntDomWDWRmuLT4e4n6L8_kYy085jyibFE-EeTXUwmKEwIgzbToGYbH1exEuXT4PLFEW0KP-broES/s320/1_532297838l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197659128649524114" border="0" /></a><br />I felt a pang of ENVY at the thought of his freedom...<br />In the world of 24th century...<br />Why there still some guys having an ancient thinking...<br />How come you can get your enjoyment of ease and comfort of freedom but i can't...<br />Don't you ever think that its unfair for me...<br /><br />Whenever i see your friend care about you...<br />I miss my friend...<br />Whenever i see you hang out with your friend...<br />I miss my friend...<br />Whenever i try to call my friend...<br />I can only tell myself not to think much...<br /><br />I spend all my time with you...<br />I put all intentions on you...<br />But you still can't get what i want...<br />You make me feel sad in the end...<br /><br />I really ENVY you....<br />I DO REALLY ENVY YOU!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >I know i will not get back my freedom once im still be with you...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">- MaureenNg -</span></span><br /></span>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-29226586934480158402008-04-11T23:07:00.003+08:002008-04-11T23:49:38.652+08:00Heartache<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1PCcuql1hKaixTsVy6aSqO0YfDkrDJHa8nvSndu1J00aTeQK49lNEiBywAhwajaQigrQGrStYvhbyjiiZXW_nLewWweLY1YFGfD97rMuAXirTuzPri-WWMI_aklJlYxnmLRG6IX-1kaH/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1PCcuql1hKaixTsVy6aSqO0YfDkrDJHa8nvSndu1J00aTeQK49lNEiBywAhwajaQigrQGrStYvhbyjiiZXW_nLewWweLY1YFGfD97rMuAXirTuzPri-WWMI_aklJlYxnmLRG6IX-1kaH/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188014967718715138" border="0" /></a><br />Another day again... Past usually...<br />Without excitement, surprising and empty of meaning...<br />Its been 2 weeks, I still cant get what i really need... I'm absolutely lost...<br />How am i going to tell you?<br />Myself don't even know what I need...<br />There is something weighing on my mind... How do i release it?<br />Its empty up the source of my feelings...<br />I know happiness wasn't given by other but your ownself...<br />I try to smile... I try to happy...<br /><br />Well... I admit that i need some entertainments...<br />To make me laugh and real happy thou my deep heart...<br />You restrict me with my friend... I let you do so... I listen to you...<br />But... After that, did you find any entertainment for me?<br />To make me laugh and happy thou my deep heart....<br /><br />My phone is getting less and less beep on day by day...<br />I wonder is my friend don't dare to find me or their phone have no credit...<br />So i choose to be the one who make others phone beep...<br /><br />Still remember that u say seeing I'm sad because my phone dosen't beep<br />and beep up my phone... But...<br />You forget nowadays... I'm always waiting for your call or even a text from you.... But...<br />I waited until i fell in sleep it still the same... No miss call.. No text from you...<br /><br />You always act to be cold and strict... I felt disgusted with it...<br />I needs your sound of laugh and funny action...<br />If u did not do so... I choose to make you laugh... But...<br />I'm a human that have feeling... Wasn't a robot....<br />Will you make a surprise for me?<br /><br />I'm getting tired with my life... I know...<br />Maybe there someone having more bad an experience than me...<br />I shouldn't tired with my life.. But...<br />I'm starting to give up slowly...<br />The sorrow of my heart just like the cancer eating my body cell slowly...<br /><br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-38948621722424477592008-04-08T13:49:00.007+08:002008-04-09T23:03:04.905+08:00My daddy's 53 years old b'day...This will be a short post...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kpDB8eHZhEAVfV8qSIjGOGPkiWEu3DX7PU7-qrD0Bu6FfAPmg_up83YC1tjXaxzQNDG1b4TsVEPsHL9KcttcV8aL2r7KD_O3IJhqaxq6qzrvMbFBeXnk6HOFEYyznXRURvudiNc25ExU/s1600-h/DSC00197.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kpDB8eHZhEAVfV8qSIjGOGPkiWEu3DX7PU7-qrD0Bu6FfAPmg_up83YC1tjXaxzQNDG1b4TsVEPsHL9KcttcV8aL2r7KD_O3IJhqaxq6qzrvMbFBeXnk6HOFEYyznXRURvudiNc25ExU/s320/DSC00197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186749996224264722" border="0" /></a>I dunno issit me or what, but it seems that everyone around me has their birthday sprouting up like mushrooms lately,today ( 4th April 2008 ) birthday happens to be my dad's. As a daughter, I made " Red Egg " for my dad... I just want to show him my filial obedience to him.... I purposely don't want to greet him Happy Birthday in the morning cause i plan to tell him at diner time and pass him the present... Hehe...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg713SN9SNYT0jw_A6yFOzYS-i2cGTarZ_KBbHo95SKpp25Cl3MnF1c0yk8-RvLTjPnJC7F4KGRuKXR1oi3YTJKy07blH3GVtgAQ4sZUcR8PkuHZ0Cg_o6xP6x0KPuIoROo-jRT_kik7B/s1600-h/DSC00209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg713SN9SNYT0jw_A6yFOzYS-i2cGTarZ_KBbHo95SKpp25Cl3MnF1c0yk8-RvLTjPnJC7F4KGRuKXR1oi3YTJKy07blH3GVtgAQ4sZUcR8PkuHZ0Cg_o6xP6x0KPuIoROo-jRT_kik7B/s320/DSC00209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187122099305888322" border="0" /></a>Hmm.... The second time we took family photo this year... I think my dad should wear the shirt that i bought him last year... Then we will become 4 in red... HAHAHA....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfx-Be99-OHoVF4A27KhYJx9aifYvFdMhwKpwFA98HrDJyVW4ANqk6O2gKDAPnqzI6Cew7DZuWtqWCROvsC20-aUUafL7YCXzZcNWIKKTToDmYHaQEcaVTKILSqc_VMTEi3s1HQrAq7cI/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfx-Be99-OHoVF4A27KhYJx9aifYvFdMhwKpwFA98HrDJyVW4ANqk6O2gKDAPnqzI6Cew7DZuWtqWCROvsC20-aUUafL7YCXzZcNWIKKTToDmYHaQEcaVTKILSqc_VMTEi3s1HQrAq7cI/s320/DSC00225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187123443630651986" border="0" /></a>The b'day cake for my dad from my mom.... I wonder since when the last time my mom call my dad " LAO GONG ".... I think around 8 years ba... So long ago.... well... Wish my dad healthy always... (^.^)<br /><br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-74162420601148345212008-04-02T23:06:00.007+08:002008-04-03T00:12:13.553+08:00B'day present of w3nDy...Before mention bout the present... I might make an introduce for my friend that i knew almost 6 years long... Our relationship begun because a games of " chulut "... It's a game that chase each other and run away from the one who is catcher... Hmmm... I couldn't explain clearly cause it was happened few years ago... I often call her Yan Ming when we still in primary school... But now... She got herself a Christian name " Wendy "and getting prettier more sexy...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCmlZg2XMVlQl3O_-29TG-MvRPHhmIaLweOAHA2QRVon4dx4QkzZBZc39JXl8perjPhdGWZds8ausUtYWAn2XxJBysW1gtatWfYwwOSVYJk8vn4hPunwe8R7FgTMVOiDi9WOM_Mk7t9Mu/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCmlZg2XMVlQl3O_-29TG-MvRPHhmIaLweOAHA2QRVon4dx4QkzZBZc39JXl8perjPhdGWZds8ausUtYWAn2XxJBysW1gtatWfYwwOSVYJk8vn4hPunwe8R7FgTMVOiDi9WOM_Mk7t9Mu/s400/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184673916407560642" border="0" /></a><br />She is single... definitely.. Ignore bout me inside the photo... Wasn't i don't want to post only herself personal photo.. Reason is i don't have... Well... She's able to play and joke somemore hyperactive like me... This is the friend i need... This world should have more this kind of people.... Well, she passed her 16 years old birthday with me and so on our 2 best accompanist<br />( Adam ^ Patrick )..<br />Pretty girl sure got a lot of fans rite... Of cause wont be lack of B'day present....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauXp7KPgOHYUCZNrntNjWnivt_taD39BTFQlURmwFMGYblbJGXgi7fJQsxYin0Qvs4O60hJFM5gk-dC31PLlNSq3R2_oMK3bDBPcf81WhorzCqVx39oxweXxLtRH3In14lnHQ3LGT0tVJ/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiauXp7KPgOHYUCZNrntNjWnivt_taD39BTFQlURmwFMGYblbJGXgi7fJQsxYin0Qvs4O60hJFM5gk-dC31PLlNSq3R2_oMK3bDBPcf81WhorzCqVx39oxweXxLtRH3In14lnHQ3LGT0tVJ/s400/DSC01220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184677717453617618" border="0" /></a><br />Well... This is the present that she got... It's from Alvex... Ignoring bout who was holding the soft-toy or should call it fake- soft- porn... LOLX!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyG7nG6bCxAXU6kZ-ZuUHxmRhvtlrJfLY7wQvxk_Kf_RKd3qcym__8mXlyZyQqKcalNR6s5mgB8T7UQ5OuHdMktY3ig2aZDnlIeZQhej8pHM2AeV3eeH3Eis7HQjdNvaEO3zwZZLdbXPxC/s1600-h/DSC01240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyG7nG6bCxAXU6kZ-ZuUHxmRhvtlrJfLY7wQvxk_Kf_RKd3qcym__8mXlyZyQqKcalNR6s5mgB8T7UQ5OuHdMktY3ig2aZDnlIeZQhej8pHM2AeV3eeH3Eis7HQjdNvaEO3zwZZLdbXPxC/s400/DSC01240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184678052461066722" border="0" /></a><br />It looks fake enough... Does boy always do so at home?? hahaha...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVptwxhLCgVSMIroOjKONdvlWOourmrPxKN1aRnq3u3EB_p0Fyyh73q9M78UqPXoO4FULZroBOKs0BSVCv8ohg2LWjlc9nWV7M1JCVXEOigocsw0rCAsyvxkJOV6cPbt8K_8aC6C0_8nY/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYVptwxhLCgVSMIroOjKONdvlWOourmrPxKN1aRnq3u3EB_p0Fyyh73q9M78UqPXoO4FULZroBOKs0BSVCv8ohg2LWjlc9nWV7M1JCVXEOigocsw0rCAsyvxkJOV6cPbt8K_8aC6C0_8nY/s400/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184678589331978738" border="0" /></a><br />Well... Posing want to get pee.... LoLx.... So... U can figure out that we were too boring and took this kind of photo at home...<br /><br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-4106072643374426772008-03-18T21:19:00.004+08:002008-03-18T22:05:59.493+08:00The sounds of weep...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDbgDy13fyqzX6aN4nOttSbPCopYawguvxHB6RZT9tqcPF1xgvhwZNVX1D5dehNKJGswunj5PHsj5sHkDIKhHxE8qM0cCwh7MQx9cjYMdvsvdtNKX0S7u-q54uNycMLPj98G7xGBT0yYF/s1600-h/Sadness+me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheDbgDy13fyqzX6aN4nOttSbPCopYawguvxHB6RZT9tqcPF1xgvhwZNVX1D5dehNKJGswunj5PHsj5sHkDIKhHxE8qM0cCwh7MQx9cjYMdvsvdtNKX0S7u-q54uNycMLPj98G7xGBT0yYF/s320/Sadness+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179080084571424658" border="0" /></a><br />I made a song with the sound of heart break.<br /><br /><br />The music accompaniment was the dropping tears of mine.<br /><br /><br />I made up the musical note with the annoying thinking.<br /><br /><br />Finally...<br /><br /><br />I end up my songs with the pretty sadness of mine.<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-32550513715030058162008-03-14T20:20:00.002+08:002008-03-14T23:48:34.332+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGfvB4L0N73cXYWuco4vgU1nqkXPe_2PWsdJEaWBxIOrweuYGJmJ0_-iFWeAwDPqEpCxbC5J8SXb0OZSoIX5PlNB8xT-iVP-wmFlqZeYx5PQmN4kb0H5R-yZQnhPkZ_vdENJwWFWh1LYX/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGfvB4L0N73cXYWuco4vgU1nqkXPe_2PWsdJEaWBxIOrweuYGJmJ0_-iFWeAwDPqEpCxbC5J8SXb0OZSoIX5PlNB8xT-iVP-wmFlqZeYx5PQmN4kb0H5R-yZQnhPkZ_vdENJwWFWh1LYX/s320/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177624567399450498" border="0" /></a><br />Outside the window,<br />Night with shining stars on it.<br />I sat nearby the window look thou the sky,<br />Feeling the shining star with sadly emotion.<br /><br />Our love just like the star,<br />Sometime shine sometime dark.<br />Our heart always so far,<br />When could i touch your heart?<br /><br />I stay inside the ice cube,<br />So cold So freeze.<br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-44940165253394945542008-03-13T11:19:00.005+08:002008-03-13T11:49:52.124+08:00How could it be?The days i waited has arrived,<br />The things i waited has appear.<br />Yet i wasn't happy as i'm expect,<br />Yet i wasn't surprise as i'm want to.<br /><br />I'm sat infront the window look thou the sky,<br />My mind was empty again.<br />When the brightness of sunlight lighted me,<br />The hazy of ur image was slowly appear in my mind.<br /><br />Once you walk though the sky,<br />The moment of happiness crushed on me.<br />Once you walk away the sky,<br />The moment of happiness become ashes.<br /><br />You said that you will meet me again,<br />To takes an unknown time in the world.<br />Yet those were the pretty promise for me,<br />It dosen't occur at last.<br /><br />Time, i hope you wont eat every memories of mine.<br />I don't want to be dreams of him.<br />No reasons... No why...<br />Just a feeling being drown in the sea of time.<br /><br />No limit... No boundaries... No ending...<br />Yet a weightless light which wish for not being forgotten.<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-71890752900875633652008-03-02T12:16:00.002+08:002008-03-02T12:27:04.142+08:00Pure of Fake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DhzEpzkEWhEGQUaWPhCq-aRei7XCH3fXYKjtJ24Z9k6OqYG__4YwkE7814gF56Uff8kErUgwx0A80uLoZ6ha4Q3mp6V44-1X8JpdY4_HLF9bPTtATKYlxAN9nqjPwMSGVHVsnEK2Kz6i/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8DhzEpzkEWhEGQUaWPhCq-aRei7XCH3fXYKjtJ24Z9k6OqYG__4YwkE7814gF56Uff8kErUgwx0A80uLoZ6ha4Q3mp6V44-1X8JpdY4_HLF9bPTtATKYlxAN9nqjPwMSGVHVsnEK2Kz6i/s320/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172994158755661138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Loving someone is easy,<br />Yet uneasy to be with someone.<br />Neither its pure love,<br />Nor its fake love.<br /><br />Human being wasn't a doll,<br />Yet they have emotioness.<br />Human is born to have intelligent,<br />That could differential between pure or fake love.<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-36149831557957819282008-02-29T12:26:00.004+08:002008-02-29T12:35:07.035+08:00Deep Feeling of Lov3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkzvF_brC4QfSAe_lj4fLNal2Bs2l9TYfWDIzx1JOspLzdbchTAcWNwPaw1jAuMHE45eSKZG-C6cfZUSie8MgGjuoyxmVaH4_K37vOlcBMv-wqeGz4jCBb3tpa17udL5j8bpwF5pPuqpk/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkzvF_brC4QfSAe_lj4fLNal2Bs2l9TYfWDIzx1JOspLzdbchTAcWNwPaw1jAuMHE45eSKZG-C6cfZUSie8MgGjuoyxmVaH4_K37vOlcBMv-wqeGz4jCBb3tpa17udL5j8bpwF5pPuqpk/s320/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172254415063434562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Raining drop falls when the Lov3 is occur,<br />As the feeling of uncomfortable and unconformable.<br />Someone that knowledge me as the root of Lov3,<br />Wasn't easy be accepted by my mind.<br /><br />Your eye could observe the action of mine,<br />Yet your eye couldn't see thou my heart.<br />Your mind could accept the facts of deep feeling Lov3,<br />Yet your mind couldn't gets what in my mind.<br /><br /><br />- MaureenNg -Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-77231512702322755942008-01-14T19:46:00.000+08:002008-01-14T20:28:23.824+08:00School Started...Maureen the MaoLian back again...<br /><br />Hmmm... I'm just so lazy to update blog nowadays...<br />Reason is:<br /><br /> School...<br /> Tuition...<br /> Revision...<br /><br />Ofcoz... There still have a reason that cannot less...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hanging out with Boy Boy& Friend...<br /></div><br />Ehehe...<br /><br /><br />Oh ya... Yesterday i went to Adam Salon with <a href="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/3794/dsc00753ha8.jpg">my boy boy</a>... However the salon is moved... Lolx... It just beside Maha Lada Curry house... What The!! We just go to Pasar there from Boulevard then back again... swt... But the Hair Salon change till so nice... CooL~ So CLASS...<br /><br /><br />Oh ya... My friend CHRIS... His friend (<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> i wondering is who </span>) said my photo looks old... (=. =lll)<br />Really swt!!! So ya... I dun think my face suitable curly hair... hahaha... It makes me look more old... Is ok... Its not the 1st time ppl say me looks old... So i get use to it dy... Hahaha....<br /><br /><br />Hmm.... This few day din take any funny photo too... Nth much funny story to write... haha... Video i have but i dun have the converter... so i cant get the code to post it here... haha...<br /><br /><br />And also... I got some weirdo friend...<br />They are:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Wendy ( <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I often call her CHINA GIRL</span> )<br /> Zhong Ming ( <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I often call him CHINA BOY</span> )<br /> Alvex ( <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I often call him Small Kid</span> )<br /></div><br />Yesterday... I told my mom i hanging out with CHINA GIRL she got SHIOK... HAHAHAHAHA.... She asked me: why u got china friend?!! <br />Then i tell her she is Wendy, then she like (=. =lll)<br />I so bad ler.... GG...<br /><br />And And And... I got a weirdo teacher... He is my Form teacher...<br />They are:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Encik Toda<br /></div>Once he wrote his name on black board i like pronouns it as DOTA... Then my friend keep smile... swt!!! Cant blame... I keep Dota with my boy boy... haha....<br /><br /><br />hmmmm..... Nth to write le.... bye bye...Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429819615406796810.post-20072956480489012592007-12-28T11:22:00.000+08:002008-02-10T22:01:16.844+08:00yo yo yo~ Finally i come to update my blog...<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">Sorry ah my all blogie readers... I know u guys long time din see i update my blog dy... Pls dun piss off ya... HAHA...<br /></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I know that i am lazy... Half Half la... coz i dunno what to write inside my blog... hmmm....<br /><br /></div><div align="left">This is my 100th post so i nid to think how to write it.. hmmm... </div><div align="left"><br /><br />=============================================================<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Ok... i will write bout how i past my christmas eve day... GG....</div><div align="left"><br /><br /></div><div align="left">So ya... I though that i will be passing a lonely x mas eve night that day... becoz i have no MONEY!!!! No MONEY = No Plan, No Mood, No...... everything cant do.... hahaha!!!</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Who KnoW! My friend suddenly ask me to join them if i have no movie... eee~ im so happy... HAHAHAHA.... We had our diner at boulevard restaurant... I met Ivan and Fang Fang at there too... They just sit beside my table... haha... We took some picture too... Abit sot lor... HAHAHAHA....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148981552503697202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTk6wD1dUXuSLmWacHtG3kl3DN8RLFtJ3R6eUNuSibEGjqyiprkap7wIPe-Et11aZ0IMyweHrRNA3QQ2fKHbDnENqWB_k3x7QpwIyKe6jP2skKR4xWXOBUEbhW_TdN2rxKhyphenhyphen5b0S22SPpp/s320/1_768587084l.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Yung & Mie<br /></p><p align="left"><br />==========================================================<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="left">Second destination.... PARKSON! Coz... My friend all plan to watch movie.... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>"NATIONAL TREASURE"</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div align="left">But i run to another place b4 the movie start... then my ticket let Li Jing use... HEHEHE....<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148983085807021906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7kv69j6pnOD0GF1-U78D0PnfKr961itX210Mbw_wl3RUwr5EAKNct0zImn4zkwcUhyphenhyphenbuAWoYppq9ccYPKo9DsjjpC-jg2cC7hBRFS9_NpcjBIMiSbZ40IXvYEhgx12BqTeUPQObf3oDW/s320/1_402815796l.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Yi Hung & I... </p><p align="left"><br /></p><br /><p>Paiseh oh... Other picture i haven get it from Mei Ling so i din post up... HEHE....</p><br /><p>=============================================================<br /><br /></p><br /><p>3rd destination.... Imperial hotel.. Well, actually i though my fren will be there so i went there coz wanna LOMPANG his car go to Indoor Stadium for the Xmas Bash Party Night... hahaha... Who Know.... When i arrived... He was at home... What THE!!!!!! (=.=)</p><br /><p>Bo bien lor... Only can wait at there.... While waiting his car... My friend and I were doing stupid thing in the washroom... hahahaha.... </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148984327052570482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSOL3ay68NGI1_buyL6kSbtgCRju-pFRQjimgLsL1wWMYxRiGg8GcoHgNmPaFJ29UYOFhrJBN7EvU9TzbQHYFcWy1ClqpaU3ma0doN2uY7lsP2wwdQEWo_1xW3U0Dv_1CwQMhsSI_aWnw/s320/1_472112688l.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Take 1<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148984223973355362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQhBPTYKqdSKxSz4-xPlkWu6XcQwXX9GARm8jgf6K_M3P5rryWT8Rb0o08A_XXAqARorhhgv6fEMWxuaAl8fMWTXpdMFmThoX8cgDk_P5XcAX35IVJ5l1h-lUdbPvjZtmOyRkE4FhiYyu/s320/1_285206329l.jpg" border="0" />Take 2<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148984451606622082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQgwgJNKBcTfZnJXiUJDcA34sWyesQHH88bpc7IcYexqGVj_d71hBPF23V8CkPmjzkh7la6zZJ9iHk6v4qAZ-2NVWCAKbb_QHbuWIdY9dzRAvfOgK0MJP5kk5nEjhBZ4hNNTeqBDoidulV/s320/1_258696231l.jpg" border="0" />Take 3<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><p>Fun enuf... Girls owes take photo inside toilet... ehehe...</p><br /><p>============================================================</p><br /><p>4th Destination.... INDOOR STADIUM...</p><br /><br /><br /><p>Actually it wasn't fun enuf at there... Bit boring... I prefer BALCONY... hahahaha.... Song more nice more kick! hahaha.... All ppl at indoor only for shuffer... I just stand a side look at those ppl who dacing shuffer... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... I dun like... HAHAHAHAHA.... RM35 per person... So ex!!! Even balcony only RM25... Still got free wine to drink... HAHAHA.... </p><br /><br /><br /><p>Let me intro my LAO PO.... </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148987062946738066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5tSjSgAWHRg6yrDXSU-HgvgbDjkcoTyf7lN40HFWiI2Asc3Drgsnjlhj1bC4rUQVo73kJc34VCWlp7Rm-1-exS4GdwA2J3unUwR9iBdQRYwc4fkHRwoNZwMWpoLpZMYPqA8ThDFq9rl9V/s320/1_255486298l.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Wen San & I</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148987200385691554" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhooSJSoB8zSWKDIODOHXr4rgfBY9dv4XHk_Fq40Sd2KDlJV4W1j_uoCQTG4Ty-UKPCVYQ8rZCRQSH5lsqneK95FFj4C53MlWpr23yBs4WgctYqusxcqgXOiBDyEXzLNOuwRTldIuqh4d6v/s320/1_792802784l.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Mie & Wee Wee</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148987393659219890" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwqx-GQqa4T2j-3wEw0xB1kLBkixagH677edS5VKid_iq_Kb3pgpbpctYwA8x1wYewS7dyztp2LjIVoBJJS95SyWrnjuyBvYwVj-2Lrf4zCTK3XBvAOJKMAiup8wxjcjbOp-O5ASIwplrT/s320/1_986216350l.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Dy Dy & I</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="left">Finally i finish my post... hahahaha... i think picture more than words... HAHAHA....</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">- Maureen Ng -</p>Maureen Nghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07069748603160084401noreply@blogger.com0