Tagged

Saturday, February 24, 2007


Got tagged a meanie koala bear.. by the name of Coco Loong !
* hmmff *

Anyway, what I'm suppose to do is.. To write out 6 weird things about me. And then tag another six of my friends by leaving their names in my post right here.. Then, I'll have to leave them a comment or note to inform them I tagged them! Alright, ikuuzo (Let's begin!)

1. Erm.. When I have to take a picture/photograph, the flash must never be switched on cuz if it is you'll never see my EYES successfully opened widely!

2. Whenever I sing, I cannot smile. If I'd smile, I'll lose focus and cannot sing

3. When I'm laughing hilariously, I tend to forget the people/environment around me and act like a fool ( laugh till can see my gums la ok? ha ha! *embarassed betul*)

4. I am not Chinese educated nor do I know how to speak fluent Mandarin. When I speak English to others, they tend to never reply me in the same language! *ZZzzzZz*

Kenin claimed that being a 6 feet tall Malaysian is weird.. * ?????* Now he is weird..Therefore in conclusion..

5. I have a friend named Kenin who is WEIRD

6. I cannot drink pure milk..fresh milk.. low fat milk..evaporated milk.. powder milk or whatever u call it.. BUT I can eat ice creammmMM!!! =P~

There there... Finally done..

*phewh!*

Time to tag people !

*yay! yay!*

THE TAGGED!

Samantha Chin

Karen Chen

Marlene Khoo

Kenneth Leong

Christopher Sim

*later then I decide the last one*

Decided already!

Anne

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A place where I can share my thoughts, interests and dreams to friends and family or even strangers who stumble upon this humble blog of mine~ The title of the blog was adapted from a quote of love from St. Augustine whom once said

"Love is temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become entwined together that is is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."



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